His blue and aquatic irises observed the nearing hurricane, interested. His arm rose as a dead, unfeeling energy rippled from his hand.

"Lifeless," He whispered calmly, walking towards the vortex of unstoppable, relentless mana. His claret-hair swayed. "Glare."

A composed and apathetic aura danced out of his fingers, a pulseless mana throbbing from his shape. "Form and dissipate."

A second later, his cruel, callous energy rushed towards the hurricane before dispersing it completely. Vasurai/Vasura Hii stood there, unperturbed.

"Good one," Another person materialized behind him, a vociferous nonchalance in his voice. "Vasura," He breezily grinned, watching the remaining molecules of the two spells disappear.

Vasura nodded, his aquatic eyes becoming affiliated with crimson ones. "Your words are appreciated. Wukong." He responded peaceably.

Wukong's own head bowed, rising back up expeditiously. "Sure. Sure," He remarked, his hands ambling into his pockets. "You and your annoyingly relaxed attitude..."

Walking towards the arena-room's entrance, he reached the door before opening the gate. "Where is Karasuu anyway?"

Mumbling in annoyance, Wukong's hands went behind his head. "Eh," He sarcastically started, massaging his neck. "Either sleeping or fighting a war."

Once again nodding, Vasura strolled through the hallway, with Wukong remaining near him, the latter constantly rubbing his messily combed, brown hair. He shook his head amicably before arriving at another door.

Vasura unlatched it unhurriedly, eyeing the staircase. "You sleepy?" He asked, sauntering up onto the edifice's mahogany-steps.

Laughing, Wukong blurred through the stairs, his distorted shape settling onto the top in seconds. "Maybe," He amusedly answered.

Smiling slightly, Vasura walked before approaching Wukong. They both glided along the corridor noiselessly. "Regardless, we successfully arrived to our residence." 

Extending his two arms forward, Wukong slammed the door open, grinning wildly. "Oh well, Karasuu wouldn't care if I used some of his weapons, agreed upon?"

Shrugging, Vasura sauntered towards his own mattress, nonchalantly leaping onto the bed. "I'd rather keep our room intact, please."

Wukong grinned before casually springing upwards, resting onto his cushion, while stretching his arms. "Well, I'm feeling energetic."

Nodding, Vasura decided to stand up from his relaxation station, channelling a diminutive amount of mana into his legs and hands. "I'm gonna be walking around the area."

Signalling his arm as a show of hearing him, Wukong grabbed a small knife from a shelf near his place, fiddling with the weapon restlessly.

Ambling towards the window, Vasura opened it before darting out of the dormitories, minuscule specks of aura remaining. While Wukong glanced over to the magical-flecks, returning his attention to his activity.

He leisurely strolled through the room's path. Karasuu clenched his fists, his body itself distorting before he whirled around.

Karasuu's elegant, acerbic, and calculated stare watched the arena's surface crack ungently. He crouched, examining the damage his body's gyration shaped.

He sighed in expectant frustration, drifting towards the staircase, where his blade slumbered; unbothered by the dimension encircling its existence. 

Picking the weapon up, Karasuu speared the arena-stairs softly, engraining the weapon's edge into them, as he swivelled, steering the blade towards the individual.

Vasura unaffectedly exhaled, waiting for his next action. While Karasuu massaged his charcoal-coloured hair unapologetically.

"Greetings. Vasura." Karasuu politely nodded, lowering his signature rapier. He flicked the ebony-strands of his charcoal-bedecked hair, inspecting Vasura's lazy and unbothered mien. "Wukong making some problems?"

"Nope." Vasura blandly refuted, lifting up his arm to convey his arrival. "Would you desire a spar?" He instantly backpedalled.

The blade's edge glistened excitedly, while Karasuu, himself, patiently observed Vasura: who raced forward carefully, his daggers being grasped by his fingers.

"Simple spells only," Karasuu glided over to Vasura, leaning towards him before slashing his shoulder's flesh. "Okay?"

"Simple..." Vasura murmured lackadaisically. He hurled a dagger skywards, planting the other one into his bag. "Lifeless. Glare."

Energy blossomed into his fingers, as he flexed one forward. His mana whispered monotonously before shooting to Karasuu.

"The ability of those who govern death..." With indifference, Karasuu raised his blade upwards, his purple irises glimmered wittingly. "Entertaining."

Karasuu's mana clicked into the climate until a layer of concentrative energy surrounded his shape. He canalized his aura carefully into his heels up to his knees and blurred forward unhurriedly.

Vasura intently scanned his parameters before whirling around, lifting his dagger from his bag as it hissed with the blade. Karasuu hummed breezily.

"Want to finish this?" His normally detached soprano slipped into a rather icier one; a voice suited for callous or cruel battles. "Or-"

Karasuu's adversary's shape became briefly indiscernible, a fragrance of death growled near him as the charcoal-haired child leaped heavenwards.

He shuffled in the air before steadying himself onto the arena's terrain and laughed, sardonically amused. "Or make this more challenging?"

His purple irises snapped towards his hand, where his weapon's edge settled into its own spar with the daggers. "Oh, well. A draw..."

Vasura slung the daggers skywards until they flew towards him, while his fingers wrapped around them easily. "Your skill's improving considerably."

Karasuu nodded with diminutive gratefulness, sauntering to the staircase of the arena at a habitual pace. "Your speed is growing."

Vasura shook his skull to himself, placing his hand onto the small stadium's fence with ostensible irritation. "I'm still slower than Wukong."

"That's expected," Karasuu lamely offered. His crimson-eyed friend was certainly, and physically, speedy. "Now then. I'm gonna get some sleep."

"I'm gonna walk for a while." Vasura casually strolled away, springing over the fence, and approached the door to the training-room. "Bye."

"See ya," Karasuu's head rose up, as he strode out of the area, while Vasura lingered momentarily. "I swear if he's using my knife..." The purple-eyed child murmured.

Vasura shrugged to himself before racing out the vicinity, entering the corridors. He leaped out of a window until he crashed into the grass safely. 

He sprinted.

Slipping into a casual stroll, I eyed my schoolmates with a nod of gracious greetings. The scenery of the path was sizably delicate and I bathed in the over-spilling composure.

The atmosphere settled into a calming one. I sauntered through the lanes, as curfew was approaching. Still, I expressed my unworried behavior internally.

Placing my hands into my pockets. I decided to improve my skills for a while and slid into a combative stance.

Guarding myself with unwariness, I clenched my fists and ruthlessly slammed my fists forward, as I canalized mana into my hands.

My inner-energy of magic whistled before dispersing into my Mana Currents, 14 tube-resembling appendages, where a person's mana circulated. I lowered my arms and glanced skywards.

The fragile and buoyantly humming skies dimmed, which signified curfew for me. I rose into a simple sprint and darted across the grass. Physically, I was weak and required mana for these bland activities.

It was completely vexing, as I coerced my aura into my limbs, and shot forward. Still, a part of me was accepting of these small issues. While life was indisputably challenging, I was content with this.

I was aware of countless aspects of the dimensions. Still, comradery was a confusing idea. And Wukong and Karasuu were unable to effortlessly understand me. Well, those two were unfeeling towards this detail of me.

I neared the dormitories, where I discerned a few classmates shuffling into the gates. I merely sauntered inwards, humming monotonously.

Walking up the staircase, I arrived to my corridor, before ambling through the terrain, the clack of my shoes lonelily encompassing my ears.

The door clicked open, as I slowly entered. The dorm rooms were decently large. Styling was never my, well, style. Wukong was quite heavy on that and would constantly embellish the place with his peculiar decorations.

I entered the bedroom and shot to the bed. I embraced my mattress drowsily, with my energy and stamina diminished, escaping the merciless realm unhurriedly.

Wukong languidly yawned, extending his limbs restfully before they lowered. He instantly slammed into his pillow after rising. Not wanting to deal with the academy.

"Screw school..." He immediately, and irritably, realized his incapability of returning to the realm of unconsciousness. "Damn."

He leaped out of bed, after a few seconds of contemplation, and leisurely moved into the living room. He noticed Vasura placing some kind of gloves onto his fingers. 

"Morning." Vasura's bored voice echoed. He sent both of his arms into his pockets, something that became habitual for him and opened up the sector's gate. "You coming?"

"I'm planning on skipping," Wukong nodded with unsullied certainty. "I hate learning!" Passionately, he raised a hand.

Vasura nodded, before gesturing his goodbyes, silently walking and shutting the door. "Now, too school." He sarcastically whispered.

While Vasura was hastening through the window, he neared the surface and immediately shattered into a casually composed walk. He kept a perceptible distance between the other students, who escaped the dorms.

He leisurely entered the school structure and smiled with indiscernible blandness. "I'm excited for the boringly long lessons..."

His sardonic behaviour only grew when he arrived to his classroom, being forced to hear the noisiness of the students. Vasura merely exhaled. "Skipping sounds desirable now."

The populace whistled with sounds. Some amicably conversed with each-other, until soundlessness invaded the climate's noisiness. Professor Krwn walked in with a clipboard, unmindfully crumpling numerous papers.

"Okay. Okay. Silence." Krwn placated the speaking students, flooding the area with a roar of concentrative mana. "Good."

Professor Krwn then tapped the desk musingly before settling into his chair, stifling a yawn of boredom and unfeelingness. "Now. To start the lesson."

Clapping his hands, Krwn walked to the front of the vicinity until he smiled, conspicuously unbothered by the annoyance of the class, expressed by their looks of boredom.

"Now. The different realms are separated by species-..."

Vasura disregarded Krwn's words, concentrating on his detection-ability. The skill to detect was fairly normal and expected from people. Of course, some were incapable of this.

The presences he felt were rather natural, conveying nothing particularly interesting. Vasura lessened his connection of detecting mana until slumping.

Currently, Wukong was playing with his knife. The staff was his preferred weapon but that was kept for bitter battles. He hurled it skywards, catching it easily.

Placing his leg onto his knee, he relaxed onto his cushion. Wukong sighed unenergetically, his arms crashing into his sides. 

Karasuu was on the sofa, presently reading a simplistic book, something regarding mana and he appeared quite enthralled by the spillikin of literature. 

"You bored?" Wukong snapped his head towards Karasuu, who inattentively glanced from his book. "I certainly am bored!" He lifted up a hand and indistinguishably murmured.

Keeping his irises near the page, Karasuu opened his mouth contemplatively. "Sneak into class. Maybe?" He offered, shuffling into a more comfortable posture.

"Nice idea," Wukong sarcastically retorted, knocking on the cushion. "It's not as if someone skipped school."

Karasuu grinned good-naturedly, setting the book onto a nearby desk. "Sorry. Nothing else." He unhelpfully shrugged, staring towards his novel.

"Wanna sneak in with a bang?" Wukong mischievously smiled, standing properly as he grasped his staff excitedly. "Or something superior?"

Karasuu's pupils glistened with inward consideration. "Nah." Casually, he flipped to a new page before examining its contents.

"Seriously?"

Vasura sauntered out the lesson. He walked with his classmates as they slowly, but efficiently, entered the room for students to spar. It was different from where he and Karasuu battled, with the institution containing other places.

Seating himself, the crimson-haired child observed Krwn call up the decided students, who would merely enhance themselves, fighting against each-other.

He was certain his name would stay unannounced and watched them monotonously. It was the same routine, a person was invited to spar and either win or be knocked unconscious.

Krwn sharply grinned, while he tapped the clipboard. "Helios Wukong and Raiqen Soios." He lowered the paper imperceptibly.

Vasura noticed a blur. It sped by the him expeditiously. Wukong formed his shape before keenly glancing to Krwn with inconspicuous seriousness. "Wukong. Professor."

Nodding keenly, Krwn pointed to Raiqen, who exhaled, electricity humming him into existence as he approached with languidness. "Spells and weapons are permitted. Starting! Now!" Krywn dispersed, shaping onto a higher platform.

Now, I was feeling sizably annoyed and decided to complete the fight with Raiqen immediately. I raced forward and leaped over his hand, one encompassed by electricity.

He exhaled expectantly before crouching. "Oi. Wukong." He gestured upwards, his fingers unclenching conspicuously. "Be less hasty."

I shook my head, clicking my skull to the side. A small blade of lightning barely missed me. Laughing with buoyant frustration, I sauntered leisurely. "Sure."

Raiqen grinned, and unhesitatingly shot towards my leg. He grabbed it effortlessly and his features writhed excitedly. I, myself, smiled nonchalantly.

I lifted the leg and, utilizing my superior physical strength, physically coerced him skywards. I sprang up and enhanced my curled-up hands with mana, slamming him into the stadium efficiently.

"Or maybe you be slower?" I watched Raiqen exhaustedly stand, massaging his abdomen with unwariness. "Good one."

"Heh," Raiqen yawned, stifling a laugh before bowing his head and rising it listlessly. "Yep. Nice battle." He strolled away, a languorous shine in his pupils.

Karasuu's eyes coruscated briefly before dimming inconspicuously. He glanced out the window sceptically, a small smile racing into his face.

While he massaged his charcoal-coloured hair, a diminutive hint of wariness was conveyed.

He would always be appreciative of the secretiveness of the dimensions. They were all peculiar. He smiled with icy motivation. "Perhaps...This time won't be too bad."

A sigh.

Keen eyes.