Another ordinary day at the University of Magical Arts in Brazil. The cathedral's golden bells remained silent, and the bright red glass of the windows caught the sunlight, forming images that snaked through the school's corridors.

One would have expected that such a renowned school would be home to brilliant minds and wizards full of reason and wisdom, and it was, if not for one of the youngest students to enter the UAM.

The explosion that followed was also somewhat routine now.

First a crash echoed down to the lower floors. Anyone nearby already knew.

Then, on the side of the cathedral, the windows of one of the classrooms were shattered, giving way to blue smoke.

Even though it was routine, that didn't make it any less dangerous, so those closest to chaos always ran away.

The students in the class bumped into each other heading for the open door, and the cause of all the fuss was already out the door.

— Theooooo! – Professor Heitor shouted furiously.

Theo, grinning mischievously from ear to ear, backpack slung over his shoulder, continued to run.

The professor ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back, straightened his tie and brushed the dust off his clothes. It wasn't the first time that Theo Pascoal didn't follow the steps in the magic books, he was always changing one element or another, instead of dedicating himself to a single area, like all the other students in the Colosso class.

Theo had already obtained permission to participate as a listener in almost all the courses, but in his admission course, the only one that would be included in his degree, of Alchemy Sciences, taught by the Master Alchemist Heitor Cadaval, he seemed not to want to follow the rules.

And Heitor was already tired of it.

With purposeful steps he headed for the room of the only person who could answer his complaint, Director Saul.

“So you want to convene the Council of Masters to solve such a small problem?” - Said the director while feeding his black owl.

“In the last six months, the aforementioned student blew up the room more than forty times, in addition to the numerous incidents surrounding the campus.”

The professor's pose was elegant, almost delicate, his face almost expressionless except for the arch of his brow, and the harshness of his voice, the only indicators that he was angry. “Have you forgotten what he did to your statue?”

“How could I!” – Saul let out a laugh and finally looked at Heitor, his owl following the movement. “He's a very creative boy, don't you think? Ingenious even, I would say.”

“Sir, I convene the Council of Masters to discuss Theo Pascoal's expulsion, that is my decision.”

“Request accepted.” – The director turned to his owl, and gave an imperceptible signal. The owl flew out the window. – “The meeting will take place in the East Hall in two hours.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The director shrugged and shifted his attention to a pile of papers on his desk, probably forms.

Heitor left the room satisfied, that annoyance would soon be eradicated from his peaceful university.

The University of Magical Arts is the institution dedicated to the training of mana users, people with “magical powers”, who are divided into four classes: Colosso – the mages class, focused on the theoretical aspects of mana manipulation, Lábaro – the class of sorcerers and practical applications of magic, Clava – the class of clerics, linked to the religious and divine aspects of magic, Brado – the class of bards, who see magic as an expression of their inspiration, feeling and creativity, and Florão – the class of druids, who find the source of their magic in nature.

Each class has courses, which each student must dedicate themselves to until they get their master's ring, which indicates that they are a master in that field. A feat that could take decades. But that Theo wanted to complete as soon as possible.

His only obstacle was, however, his lack of commitment to the Alchemy course he chose to master - because he also wanted to learn everything from the other courses, from Rune Science to Evocation, maybe not Scroll Writing Methods because it doesn't looks so interesting.

Another obstacle could be the result of the meeting that is taking place in the meeting hall of the Colosso masters committee.

Gathered at the half-moon table, the nine master teachers were looking at the school's Headmaster.

“I've already come to my conclusion”. - Said director Saul, with a serious expression, hands clasped behind his back, and his owl - whose eyes were somehow similar to its owner, perched on his shoulder.

With an outburst, Heitor punched the table, scaring the other teachers, who had never seen him lose his composure before.

“He's a risk!!! Not only for your peers, but for the entire educational order!”

Heitor was always impeccable, with his silky dark hair brushed back and his dark green tie the same color as his eyes.

His pose commanded respect, and his velvety voice attracted all eyes and ears, he looked like someone who would never need to scream to get something, until that moment.

Heitor ran his hands through his hair, which had the opposite effect of fixing it.

“He hasn't turned in a single completed work so far!” He lives testing eccentric methods instead of studying the classics, how can he be a good apprentice?”

“I see great potential in the boy. He is creative and curious, if he has a hand to guide him, he can be even more powerful than his father.” – Professor Leandro intervened.