"Leon Oseven," the headmaster said, steepling his fingers like he was about to drop some deep truth. "You must be wondering why you're here."

"Yeah," I grumbled, feeling the irritation bubbling up. "Kinda hard to wonder about shit I don't remember."

He chuckled, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. He looked like someone who had seen a thousand students walk through those doors and still thought he was the first to ever say something that would blow their minds. "You saved my life."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"From thugs," he said, casually waving a hand, like it was no big deal.

I stared at him, processing. "When?"

"It's not important." He waved it off like he hadn't just dropped a bombshell on me.

My eyes narrowed, skepticism creeping in. "Feels important."

The headmaster smiled serenely, like he was above such petty concerns. "And as a token of my gratitude, I have personally arranged for you to enroll in our prestigious academy."

I blinked. "Great. Love that for me," I said flatly. "A random stranger pulls me out of who knows where, and now I'm supposed to just roll with it? What's next? I find out I'm secretly royalty?"

He chuckled again, which only made me more suspicious.

I crossed my arms, a little too annoyed for my own good. "So what's my deal? You telling me I got some broken magic ability? Some OP hidden power? Cheat skills that'll make me a legend?"

The old man shook his head slowly, and I felt a sinking pit in my stomach. "You have no magic."

I stared at him, blinking twice just to make sure I wasn't hearing things. "What."

"None whatsoever."

I let out a disbelieving laugh. "I got hit by a goddamn truck and didn't get even one overpowered ability? What kind of ripoff is this?"

He smiled again, like he was amused by my frustration. "However, your sword skills are… remarkable."

I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. "Well, yeah, I played a lot of Dark Souls."

He nodded sagely, like that was some profound ancient wisdom. I couldn't even tell if he was humoring me or if he actually thought I was imparting some secret knowledge.

"Right," I said, dragging a hand down my face. "So, what now?"

"You will begin your life at the academy immediately," he declared, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I sighed, already feeling the weight of the bullshit I was about to walk into. "Fine. But I swear, if one more blonde noble tries to slap me, I'm drop-kicking someone."

And just like that, my bullshit academy life had begun.

[TO BE CONTINUED...?]