His existence itself burned with a scorching mana. His arm immediately shot skywards before countless spears distorted the climate as his sharp gaze of immaturity impatiently glimmered.

"Spear of Hell."

Suryaa airily grinned, lowering his fingers onto the vicinity surrounding him. The atmosphere sizzled anciently as he worked. He leaned his skull to the side, dodging the minuscule-sized debris.

His witting and yellow irises scintillated. Suryaa blurred into inconspicuousness, the single discernible feature of his visage being his face's incurious glisten.

"Okay." He slowly settled into a languid stance. His shape coruscated with a sanguine-decorated mana, only momentarily. "It's starting!"

The Earth momentarily became Hell.

Karasuu Shikyo's Experience.

I slumped dispassionately into my seat, sinking deeper into the chair. Scanning the classroom, Professor Krwn amusedly laughed, tapping his desk in a mocking humour.

The sound hummed in my ears forebodingly before he straightened his airy posture - into something reminiscent of realization. "Oi, Karasuu."

Staring towards him, I discourteously enquired. "Huh?" He grinned indolently before tossing a file into my hands, my fingers grasping it with confusion. 

"You wanna escape these boring-damn punishments?" Professor Krwn gestured casually towards the papers in my loose grip. "Mark some of my files."

My eyes shimmered blandly before I raised the paper, and slowly, but carefully, sliced it, with my hand. I expressed impassivity, not concerned at all by the consequences.

"Seriously?" Krwn conveyed his unimpressed opinion; by being unbothered. He leaned into his own chair, connecting his head to the desk despondently. "Those were your papers."

"Oh." Shrugging, I rose from my seat, lowering my shoulders. Staying in class for 45 minutes after my classmates for detention became notoriously boring. "Sorry?" I provided unsympathetically. Screw my papers.

Spinning towards the door, I silently creeped away until Krwn's words whistled into my ears. "Kid. Suryaa's coming to the academy for a while." Of course, Wukong, Vasura, and my mentor was returning. Hurrah.

Sighing, I snapped the door open, withdrawing soundlessly from the vicinity. Peering into the skies, I hummed beneath my clinical breath. The indiscernible amounts of concepts in this dimension were unarguably incredible.

I rolled myself out of my own inquiries, as I decided to simply relax for a while. I crouched, and whizzed forward. My mana glided into my heels until I sprinted forward, eyeing the over-spilling and rippling empyrean.

This included the delicate and glistening clouds. I merely inhaled it all in, appreciating the simplicity of my surroundings. I collided into the softened grass peacefully.

I studied the heavens. When I became bored, I would simply unwind, allowing the notion of time to hurry by. After a few comfortingly soundless minutes, I rose, extending my arms up.

I started to stroll forwards, reaching the dormitories with expectant ease. Unlatching my residence's door, I glided through the thin, but protected, corridor, drifting into the living room, enveloped by shelves of literature.

My irises shimmered languidly, once they noticed the sofa and, as if beckoning me with its presence, I dropped onto it, patting the pillow and smoothening the fluffiness.

While Vasura, Wukong, and I shared the same room, we created a mutual agreement of where we would sleep. The sofa was mine, Wukong slumbered in the cabinets - his own decision - with a sizably large cushion.

Vasura occupied the bedroom, I, in my own, compassionately humble, opinion, was quite methodical, I would only participate in something if it was needed. Which was the reason the sofa was mine, easier to wake up in, after all.

I stretched a hand towards my shelf, desiring a book to eliminate the current boredom cruelly placed upon me until learning of my inability too, as I couldn't be bothered.

I stood out of my comfy confines, walking towards the shelves. I inspected them all, bemused on which one I would pick.

Until; a banging noise played briefly, originating from the cabinets, where we would, always, store our weapons of less significance.

I snapped my hand at the doors. Slowly, I forced it open, and peered into the brightened room. Wukong and Vasura were seated on the carpets, cross-legged, while skimming through our numerous weapons.

Discerning me, Wukong grinned cheekily and, with considerable sarcasm, laughed. "Was it fun?" His enquiry was about the punishment of staying after class.

Amusedly smiling, I shut the door, hearing it click quietly before approaching, and sitting, with them. "You skipped the detention. Professor Krwn's gonna catch you."

"Of course." Wukong shrugged unaffectedly, stabbing two knives onto the other's edge, as a collective hiss sounded. "I couldn't care less."

I nodded, conveying my agreeance casually. "I expected that much." I lifted a single shoulder, healing up a small laceration.

My fingers curled onto the knife hurled towards me. I smiled slightly, unadulterated mirth dancing in my irises. "Really, now?" I interrogated, catapulting it onto a higher series of shelves.

"Yep!" He bellowed, unbothered. Wukong's mischief glimmered atop his features. "And I'm not sorry." Well, he was expressively unapologetic.

Vasura leaned against a cabinet-door, sighing quietly to himself. He started to glance expectantly between us, exhaling once more. "Now then..." He paused unintentionally, genuine annoyance writhing on his face.

"We got exams." Wukong woefully shook his head, as I grinned, amused. The two of them never studied much, while Vasura was clever, or cunning, he only learned about topics he regarded necessary. "Damn."

Clicking my fingers, I sharpened a blade against a latterly grabbed knife. "Eh," I casually shrugged, eyeing the ceiling. "I took the tests early."

Wukong despondently, but sardonically, hummed, nodding with considerable quickness. "You're always looking into a book or something."

"Same with him." I gestured amicably towards Vasura, who appeared preoccupied, his eyes shutting intently. "He reads some books too."

"I'm gonna fail!"

I glided my hand into my pockets, bringing out a few crumpled sheets before hurling it to Wukong. He inquisitively captured it with a sceptical-eye. "What's this?"

I lifted my arm, simply to check if the slash was properly healed. With a glance towards him, I smiled nonchalantly. "Professor Krwn gave me my files. And yours got mixed up in mine."

He rubbed his hair, as if undesiring of the information. Wukong grinned, opening up the paper. His hands impatiently shuddered before examining its words. "Huh. Boring."

Yawning deliberately, he crumpled the paper, shooting it towards Vasura, who swayed to the side. Still, his pupils stayed latch. "Vasura." Wukong beckoned, bewildered. "Is he dead?"

Sending him a bored stare, I tapped my knee musingly and I laughed. "He controls the dead. Unless..." Unsurely, I looked onto my blue-eyed buddy. Wait a second... He dodged the paper.

My own, bootless fatuity was at fault for this blunder. "He's okay, he moved." I informed; unimpressed with myself and Wukong's guess.

"Nice." Wukong nodded, standing up before placing the knife onto the shelf, as he languidly stretched his arms. "I'm going to sleep." He pointed at the door. "Please, vacate the vicinity."

Enough with his cheeky sarcasm. Bowing my head in agreeance, I watched Vasura wake up attentively. He lifted a hand, sauntering towards his own room, as I escaped too, settling onto the sofa.

Vasura was leaning against another door, peering towards me with calculated eyes of indifference. His pupils glistened with a bland shine. "Is the exam about the different dimensions?"

He conversed with a casual and interested soprano. His stance expressed many details. He was wary, yet careless at the same time. I nodded before clasping my hands incuriously. "Yep."

Vasura gave me a diminutive smile, conveying his gratefulness, while he strolled into the corridor, nearing his bedroom. I slid into my blankets, carefully sending them onto my shape.

"Damn. Not studying?"

I sped out of the sofa. And, then, watchfully eyed the area before a laugh of childishness, worse than Wukong's, whistled into the wind. "Sorry if I scared you." Suryaa - my master - crouched.

Sighing clinically, I sank into a chair, examining his form. His irises were golden, with a hint of playful yellow. While his hair was a fire-brick, combined with peach-coloured strands, which were mainly inconspicuous.

Suryaa's hands flew behind his skull. He snapped his irises around the place, unbothered by the newly made silence. "I came to check up on you all. Looks to me, you're all good."

I tapped my leg impatiently, confused by the meaning of his words. Suryaa blurred forward, dispelling his shape. He was skilled, immature but cunning in his own manner.

Yep. Master Suryaa sure was something. Standing up, I stepped into the corridor, where Vasura's room was situated, along the passage's entrance. I was curious about the reason for why Suryaa came.

Still, it was pointless to speculate. Exhaling, I entered the living-room, bringing out a book of considerable information, surrounding the dimensions' history.

Ah. The 1000+ realms in existence: Hell: Heaven: Earth: Uaen: And countless more. In my opinion, it was rather helpful to study about the dozens of creatures: who owned their separate abilities, skills, and experiences.

Then, the entities, who reside inside those realms. Some were blood-thirsty, callous beings. While others were wise, mature. The remaining creatures were apathetic, calculating in behaviour.

Shutting the book, I peered into a window, as the dimmed and brightening skies hung over my presence itself. It was indisputably amusing to me, the insignificance of existence itself.

Well, as long as I was amused or entertained, then all of creation could be placed into torture, and I wouldn't care. Quite unsparing of me, but still. Now, disregarding my attitude, I was feeling drowsy.

Sauntering to my sofa, I shut the two of my pupils, detecting the unconscious and conscious mana presences was simply helping me in improving my detection abilities.

I sighed. Creeping into the cushions, I smiled peacefully, permitting my awareness to lessen into something else.

Exiting Karasuu Shikyo's Experience.

Suryaa clapped, alerting a person of his arrival. His yellow eyes scanned the vicinity unworriedly. He slipped into a seat, grabbing a cup of freshly-created tea.

"That was supposed to be mine." Krwn dryly admitted, slumping in annoyance. His hand rushed through his hair in unmindful hastiness. "Oh, well."

Suryaa laughed. It echoed restlessly throughout the air, as he leaned forward, smiling; unbothered. "It's mine now."

Krwn breathed through his nose, rubbing its bridge. "Of course..." He smirked. "Of course." The professor repeated: as if in an unending daze.

Suryaa lifted a single shoulder, before staring towards Krwn's visage, unexcited. "Now then." He chuckled cheerfully. "What was this something you needed?"

"After a few examinations... Graduation is occurring." Krwn informed, clasping his hands. "Firstly, the graduates are permitted to keep their residences. Secondly, I need your help."

Suryaa glanced at the documentation given to him. "Huh." He indifferently sounded. "It's regarding him. Well, too bad. I disposed of him."

"Yep, good work, then" Krwn shrugged, settling deeper into his chair, separating his fingers slowly, and carefully. "Bye, now."

Suryaa grinned mischievously, springing up from his chair. Whirling around, yellow glimmering particles encircled him. dissolving his body into brimming and golden fragments of magical-energy.

Wukong bounced upwards, placing his hand onto the surface before twirling his upper-body effortlessly. Vasura's dagger flew by him. The latter crouched, protecting his skull from a barbaric knee.

Vasura clutched onto Wukong's leg, flinging him onto the arena's surface. He hefted his foot up, smacking it onto Wukong's collasped skull, watching him roll backwards.

Wukong immediately stood back up to his full height, obstructing another one of Vasura's pitiless kicks. He stretched his arm forward, slinging a punch of mana onto his adversary's visage.

Vasura's stomach squelched, as Wukong retracted his limb. He flew onto the arena's platform, his back slamming into it with a noise; similar to a crack.

"Okay." Vasura blandly laughed, disregarding his abdomen's ache. "That hurts." He climbed up, picking up his daggers and securing them into his bag.

He snapped his stare towards the other arenas - where his classmates were sparring too. A normal occurrence in the academy. Exhaling, Vasura and Wukong plunged onto the concrete.

"I'm bored."

"Same."

Karasuu parried all of the punches, kicks, and spells of magical-energy from his adversary. He gyrated his rapier, flicking it onto his opponent's clavicle, shunting them out of the arena's sector.

"Okay. Lesson's completed!"

He nodded to himself, strolling towards the duo. "You're gonna fail the exams." Karasuu sardonically smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets.

Wukong's features burned with unaffectedness. "Yep." He inhaled deeply, shutting and opening his eyes. "Vasura and I shall completely fail!"

Vasura bowed his head in agreeance. His blue-irises peered skywards; unbothered. "We are failing this exam for sure."

Karasuu smiled mirthfully, as the three of them sauntered into the school's corridor. Vasura, Wukong, and Karasuu were all enraptured by the discussion they were giving one another.

Keen eyes watched.