The boom of growling mana flitted through reality. Krwn scratched his neck, granting Gaia an unimpressed, lazy glance. The latter chuckled, still unconcerned.

"Damn you kids." Krwn groused to himself, snatching back his personal connector-cube. Yawning, he crashed his door into its frame; sauntering back into bed. "Stealing something I bought with my limited pay-check."

Solea - another chaperone for the trip - lifted up an amused, yet bewildered eye-brow. He laughed, a guttural, gentle noise. "Your limited paycheck? I ain't getting paid for this!"

Krwn grouched something unintelligible, raising his coffee mug. Percolating it through his lips, he immediately wiped his mouth. "Volunteering for free is a decision for a dumbass."

"Indeed."

"You're the dumbass."

Morning:

Vasura Hii Experience: 

I hefted a drowsy, almost listless breath, stepping into the hotel's bathroom. I channelled my mana into the tap, feeling it converge my lifeless energy into something similar to water.

Rubbing some water through my glassy, bland visage, I grabbed my towel from one of 10 hooks. Damn, sleeping with people my age was a night-mare.

Raiqen and Saue both lazily walked into the bathroom. Raiqen yawned, stretching and flexing his muscles. Saue summoned a cloud-hand - as I watched it rotate the valve, canalizing their own mana into the sink.

"Morning." I dryly murmured, huffing outwards. Raiqen lifted up a hand - before snapping his indolent, drowsy gaze back to his sink. "Hm..."

Sauntering through the bed-room, I opened up the curtains, sliding open the balcony door. I immediately scanned the kingdom, noting of few castles, smaller than a certain one.

I bounced over to my bunk-bed - where Wukong slept at the top - grabbing a roll of cash from my bag. The school provided the students with a stipend. Principal Heana being a billionaire certainly was helpful.

"Yo, Vasura!" Raiqen slung a lazy, amicable hand onto my shoulder. Memories of Gaia groaned. He chuckled, eyeing my money. "Going on a shopping-spree, eh?"

"I robbed Wukong of his paycheck." I grinned cheekily, sliding the roll of cash into a pocket before noticing Raiqen backpedal. Raising a puzzled, bemused eye-brow, I heard an aggressive, sarcastic growl. "Huh-"

"You're my robber?!" Wukong gutturally growled. He tackled me onto the bed, reaching for my pockets. I granted him a care-free laugh, listening to his aggression. "Oh, shut up and give it back!"

We wrestled over the money before I slammed him into the top of the bed. He groaned, immediately summoning his staff. Leaning onto it, the weapon extended and dispelled as he flung himself forward.

I glanced over to Osiris: who casually inspected a book. He heaved his gaze towards me, his crimson irises scintillating. Huh, he was scanning our room-mates' mana.

Wukong extended his arm onto my neck - while I was still chuckling. He blithely grinned, both of us collapsing onto the surface. "Damn, my back."

I massaged my shoulder-blades, Wukong merely laughed, a mocking grin atop his immature, childish features. Grouching, I grabbed another pair of clothes. "I'm gonna change."

Osiris, Saue, Wukong, Raiqen, and I all ambled through the hotel's corridors. I grinned almost elatedly to myself, still being able to keep the money.

Saue created a contorting cloud for him and Raiqen, the latter immediately sinking into it, dispelling into countless yawns. Wukong dived for my pockets, while I simply stepped forward.

Osiris observed us 4, his everlasting, mature irises eyeing us. He flicked onto another page, as I flipped over Wukong: who rolled into a crowd of students.

"Heavy bastard." Lilih growled, hefting Wukong towards me. Chuckling, I crouched - watching as he flew into professor Krwn, my mentor slamming onto a door-frame. "Heh..."

Lilih. Oh, she was one of countless people who unnerved me - Karasuu being number 1 - her head carried thin, charcoal hair, while her irises were ebony, similar to Gaia's eyes, yet still brighter.

Karasuu sauntered over to me, leaning onto his summoned blade. He granted Wukong an amused, bemused once-over, stretching. "We're going to the festival in maybe less than a week."

"Hm..."

Professor Krwn lifted Wukong up, his muscles themselves bulging. Damn, no mana canalization either, professor Krwn was buff. "You little bastard."

"It was those two!" Wukong vehemently vociferated, snapping his gaze towards Lilih and I, as we high-fived each-other, both chuckling. "Professor Krwn, please!"

"Nope." Krwn groused, hurling Wukong back over to me. I blithely laughed, flipping above his catapulting form. "Stop dodging!"

It was official. Hurl-The-Wukong was my favourite game. I glanced towards him, Wukong scratched his head; groaning in brimming agony.

"Damn you, dumbasses." Wukong murmured; moderately incensed. Karasuu merely shrugged, tapping his blade with a care-free susurration. "And you Lilih!"

"Sure." She lackadaisically retorted; entertained. Professor Krwn rubbed his neck, a lazy, almost exhilarated smirk decorating his features. "Oh, and you're the dumbass!"

"Enough." Krwn interrupted languidly, gazing towards the Skales'-Kingdom's - The Srooa-Empire - mage-station and flicked through our I.Ds. "I'm gonna be documenting you into their system."

"The queue's long." Krwn grouched to himself, sauntering over to a flood of people: who all tapped their feet or double-checked their watches. "Check the kingdom out and be back in 5 hours!"

"Yep!"

"I'm gonna kill-"

"Bye-Bye!"

I immediately channelled mana into my legs, hopping onto a roof-top. Scanning the Srooa-kingdom, I noticed a few shops - carrying signs of [Buy the best magical tools!], pretty mundane. "Time to buy a connector."

"Huh, same."

Snapping my head towards the source of the cheeky, smooth noise, I slumped. Gaia chuckled, casually grabbing my shoulder as we both slid onto the surface. "Where to, then?"

"Somewhere." I petulantly retorted, slipping my hands inside my pockets. Gaia raised an entertained, unbothered eye-brow, dragging me into a store. "You got any money?"

"I ain't giving you a loan." Gaia flippantly mumbled, pedalling through the magical tools. She tapped a knife, watching it blossom with warmth. "A boiling knife? Sick!"

I snuck out of the store, canailizing mana into my legs before sprinting forward. I dodged the civilians and mages ambling through their empire's path. Stopping, I settled inside another shop.

"Connectors, connectors." I murmured to myself, cycling along the countless shelves. I noticed one at the back of the store [Only for mages or mages-in-training] and sighed. "Professor's keeping my I.D."

"I'm sure we can compromise." A casual, gruff soprano assured. I glanced over, identifying an individual wearing a debonair, stylish tuxedo. They acclimated their tie, chuckling. "Sorry. Name's Yorano."

"Vasura." I amicably informed, gyrating the roll of cash inside my pockets. Mr. Yorano hummed, straightening up his tie. "It's a pleasure. I suppose?"

"Indeed." Mr. Yorano silkily thrummed, snapping his bright purple gaze, dissimilarly to Karasuu's, over to the mage-tool section. "I feel your mana. You're not from Exia, huh? Family vacation, perhaps?"

"Orphan." I responded dryly. Mr. Yorano gave me an almost apologetic, bland inspection, as we walked towards the shelves. "My school was supposed to be an orphanage, but the creator decided to make it a type of school."

"It's unwise to spill too much to people." Mr. Yorano blithely advised, inspecting a cube connector. He slid his mana into it before hefting a dubious, incredulous breath. "What shape, then?"

"Orb, please."

Mr. Yorano idly chuckled, rummaging through the cubes. He pressed some mana into the connector. He sighed, summoning a pen. "Sorry, Vasura. You got too much mana for these connectors."

"My mana amounts are pretty average-"

"Skales seldom use magic. We use our scales. Skales' bodies naturally carry less volumes of mana." Mr. Yorano grouched, his voice still gentle, yet smooth. Gyrating his pen, he hummed. "Shape, height, and design?"

My personal collector would be forged and created in a week, the time of Srooa's customary festival. I hopped onto a roof-top, detecting a presence.

"Wukong?"

Wukong extended his staff, hurling himself onto the roof-top before dispersing his weapon. Grinning uncontrollably, he chuckled. "Vasura! What's up?"

"I'm getting my own collector." I casually informed, sauntering towards the surface. Wukong laughed, mimicking my aimless, everlasting pace. "Still, gonna take a week."

"You paid for it with my money." Wukong whined in everlasting, yet brimming umbrage. I merely shrugged, as we both ambled through a moderately debonair, soigne path. "Damn, mansion lane?"

"I'm guessing this place is for royals and nobility." I groused; unconcerned. We wouldn't be welcomed, as our uniforms were rather undecorated, less attention-gathering. "Wanna check it out, then?"

"Sure." Wukong mischievously concurred, a childish, almost prankish grin blooming atop his cheeky, yet still immature visage. "Now..."

He summoned up his staff with Weapon-Summon, before planting it onto the terrain. I raised a puzzled, bemused eye-brow, while Wukong slid a finger to his lips. Extending it higher, he drifted onto a mansion's roof-top.

Chase-The-Wukong time.

Wukong and I slipped into the flood of our class-mates. I idly noted of all the bags, new weapons, and tools they carried. Principal Heana was always granting us large amounts of stipends.

Professor Krwn pedalled through our I.Ds, his ebony irises occasionally eyeing us for identification. Hefting a satiated, languid breath, he snapped his fingers - floating the papers back into our fingers.

"Damn..." Krwn mumbled in aggravation to himself, snapping his unconcerned, indolent gaze towards the hotel. "We're going back. Tomorrow, we're coming to a museum."

"No complaining, brats!"

"I'M GONNA COMPLAIN!"

"ME, TOO!"

I noticed Karasuu walking over, a new blade with its scabbard hooked onto his sapphire trouser's belt. Raising the glaive from its scabbard, he twirled his modish weapon. "It's made from a special type of metal."

"Special type, eh?" I casually susurrated, scanning his blade. The glaive was decorated with countless symbols, different coloured orbs were painted along the weapon. "Is the metal capable of something?"

"The owner wouldn't give me a list of the metal's abilities."

Wukong sauntered towards us - and snatched Karasuu's blade. Gyrating his glaive, my vociferous, ferocious companion chuckled. "Karasuu, you got scammed for sure."

"Okay?" Karasuu incredulously shrugged; unperturbed. Wukong gave him his blade back, listening to professor Krwn's blethering. "It's still good quality."

Krwn snapped his fingers, utilizing his telekinetic magic to lift up all the students. Huffing outwards, my home-room professor carried us over into the hotel. "Come along, kids. The tour guide's coming."

We drifted through the doors, and, at the rather gentle, soundless lounge, an individual wearing a tuxedo - similarly to Mr. Yorano - watched us with an amused, amicable laugh. "Damn, Krwn. You must be a busy one."

"It's in the work." Krwn grouched back; disgruntled. We collapsed onto the concrete, groans or complaints clacking in the air. Scratching his neck, my mentor sighed. "Shut the hell up!"

"This is Foaler Winsn, your tour-guide." Krwn smirked languidly, something akin to everlasting, cruel mirth playing on his still aggrieved, aggravated lips. "You're gonna be in his care."

Foaler flicked a lollipop into his mouth, granting my still whining class-mates an unimpressed, dry inspection. Shrugging, he climbed to his almost peerless stature, chuckling. "Yep. I'm a Skale, too."

I noticed Karasuu's eye-brows immediately raise; interested. I heaved a bland, stoic breath, slipping my hands inside my pockets - while Wukong sank into a chair in the visitor's lounge. "Get some sleep, kids!"

The trip over towards the Srooa-Kingdom's museum was moderately monotonous. No adversaries, no opponents who desired to kidnap one of the nobles in class. I was rather certain of Karasuu's noble status.

"And his Death-Seeker one."

I inspected my class-mates, my sapphire gaze lazily flicking towards Wukong and Lilih, both of them laughing. Raiqen was sleeping, while being carried by Saue's cloud.

Foaler Winsn - our tour-guide - conversed with some of the students, giving them infinitesimal smithereens of information. He slipped out of his conversation with Wryo - random class-mate of mine - and walked over.

"You're Vasura Hii?" He amicably interrogated, the lollipop inside his lips twirling. Foaler rotated his gloves, glancing towards the dagger I summoned, hooked onto my own trousers. "You good with knives and daggers?"

"I guess." I casually shrugged, still observing the uncountable Skales and other, occasional entity. Foaler chuckled, licking his lollipop. "Something wrong?"

"Oh, no." He mirthfully assured. Foaler buried his lollipop back into his mouth with an inscrutable, yet appeasing smirk. Laughing to himself, Foaler groaned. "Yorano was rather pleased with you."

"Mr. Yorano?" I grouched; puzzled. Foaler merely chuckled, an entertained, almost casual smile decorating his aristocratic, yet languid features. "You two friends?"

"Kinda." Foaler gesticulated cheekily, flicking his lollipop out of his mouth before snapping his fingers. I detected a convergence of mana - as the lollipop warped into smithereens. "His son's an official mage."

Foaler grabbed another two lollipops, hurling them into his mouth. Clicking his teeth, our tour guide checked his watch, hurrying over to the other students. "We're at the museum, kids!"

I noticed Karasuu's interested, scientific grin. He summoned a book from the pouch connected to a hook on his belt. Scanning the pages, he sighed. "I'm guessing this is gonna be about the Exia and Loroih war."

Wukong raised a dry, unimpressed eye-brow, slipping his hands inside his pockets with a childish, yet casual chuckle. "Dimensional war? Professor Krwn tied me up to a tree to memorize the book."

Karasuu merely shrugged - while Wukong stuck his tongue out with another, more immature laugh. I heaved a bland, dry inhalation, watching them. I sauntered forward, stepping through the gates.

Exiting Vasura Hii's Experience.

Karasuu and Wukong both eyed the rather tall, gargantuan statue atop the pedestal. Summoning his glaive, Karasuu slashed at the material.

Keen eyes watched.