Apathy. The scintillation which settled into his pupils, and he was described as such. He never bothered to enquire about these assumptions, deciding to remain in, and preserve, silence.

His eyes, an oceanic turquoise. While his hair matched his unfeelingly composed irises. Blue and spiky.

He observed as a searing feeling surrounded his skin. The heat growled, scorching him considerably. 

The outcome of this amicable battle was sizably unpredictable. He raised his arm, electricity encircled it and he looked up with interestedness.

Those unrelenting flames glowered cordially before continuing its onslaught, leaping, he unemotionally noticed the opposing eyes.

Icy, sardonic uncaringness became affiliated with energetic, excited nonchalance.

"Come on. Vadras!" His opposition yelled, a childish immaturity dripping from his voice. "Hurry!"

The warmth sauntered powerfully before shooting heavenwards. Immediately, Vadras secretively nodded, dropping noiselessly onto the arena.

His hand burned with electricity. He sprinted, inwardly exhaling.

His appendages crashed into his brief enemy, and enveloped the opponent's physical existence unsparingly. 

"That's more effective!" His comrade, Feriosio Flamma, exuberantly cheered. While his abdomen's heatedness expanded. "Complacency won't aid you anywhere!"

"As rambunctious as ever." Vadras blandly answered, backpedalling and dispelling his lightning. "Always keen to challenge someone."

Expeditiously, he avoided the technique, leaping over the deluge of eruptive, and simmering, energy.

He watched the fire-user vanish, who distorted with specs of warmth. The climate encompassing the earth sizzled with a brisk laugh.

"Where now?" Intently, Vadras sprang skywards, circulating a diminutive amount of mana into his legs and arms. "He's certainly going to get the 3 of us killed."

"Miss me?!"

"Of course, barely."

The elemental-based spells collided with each-other, as a callously composed energy surged. And Vadras watched monotonously, while Flamma's orbs glistened breezily.

"Finished?" He enquired nonchalantly. He eyed the small stadium's damage with unaffectedness. "Seriously, Feriosio. These fights are getting out of hand."

"I would care, why?"

"Unrevealed?" He shrugged indifferently. "You made me leave class, and we're all gonna be punished!" Vadras yelled intentionally, staring towards the slumbering form of someone.

The seat contained a single figure, who, with diminutive irritation, unlatched a single orb. "What now?" He asked aridly.

"You're screwed!" Feriosio's features writhed childishly, watching his formerly-unconscious friend click into contemplativeness. "The professor's coming!"

Hastening, Feriosio leaped, eliminating the distance between him and the door. His crimson irises glanced unhurriedly to his companions.

"Vadras?"

"Sure. Sure." He whispered delicately, sliding his hands into his pockets, unbothered. "I shall be the one to make excuses, as always."

"Damn, ruining my relaxation."  With perceptible frustration, Kloaked stretched his arms, extending them forwards. "Professor Krywn ain't scary."

"No moments can be wasted!" Flamma casually slammed the door open, promptly sprinting, becoming indiscernibly quick. "Farewell. Vadras!"

While Kloaked nodded sarcastically. "Well, revenge."

"Go already."

The blue-hair child supplied a glance, scrutinizing the new arrival indifferently. "Professor. I was planning to enter class but then witnessed Kloaked energetically improving himself and I desired to upgrade my skills." 

Vadras explained, his voice was inconspicuously convincing. 

Then, expectantly, an unbelievable conversation started.

"Why would you mention me?"

Vadras glanced briefly towards Kloaked, answering with false vindictiveness. "Easy. Revenge."

Kloaked sighed, feeling irritated they would need to remain in class. While his other classmates were permitted to leave for the dormitories or the last classes.

His hair strands were an untidily arranged charcoal. With his eyes being either frustrated or sarcastic silver orbs. "I was simply retaining energy by sleeping."

Vacantly, Vadras listened to his annoyed words. And, inwardly, he musingly hummed with countless contemplations. "You prepared for graduation?"

Lifting a single shoulder, Kloaked smiled with sizable airiness. "Sure." He leaned forward, scanning the classroom sardonically. "Wanna leave?"

Soundlessly, Vadras exited his chair, until detecting a perceptible presence. Feriosio'a warmth encircled the climate, dissolving into emptiness.

"Feriosio Flamma, successfully arrived!"

"What an entrance." Kloaked casually mentioned, smiling amusedly before sauntering towards Flamma. And, incuriously, he looked around. "Okay. The punishment was something."

Vadras nonchalantly strolled up to them, with a bland expression carved onto his face, expressing vexation. Mainly for staying in class.

He walked out the room, with Flamma placing his hands behind his skull, and Kloaked unwarily observed the place surrounding him.

"The final lesson was boring." He complained, ambling through the hallway, unhasty. "Physical classes are your specialty." Flamma gestured blithely to Kloaked, who nodded slightly.

"Huh, really now?" Kloaked smiled gratifyingly, scratching his neck languidly. "Heh. I'm pretty good at fighting." He mumbled in amicable agreeance.

"Vadras!" Flamma slanted his head, peering inquisitively toward him before grinning preparedly. "Rematch?"

The blue-haired boy gave a nod of expectant confirmation. Kloaked returned to their earlier conversation inattentively, as the 3 exited the structure.

I was aware of the countless aspects belonging to the world. Conflicts, lifelessness, and battles. Comradery was simply challenging to me. I never necessarily intended to become friends/companions with them.

I'm genuinely happy, they refuse to question my unnatural behaviour, dissimilarly to others. They are incapable of understanding me, and were completely unbothered or couldn't care less about this.

Walking around, and relaxing, the atmosphere hummed buoyantly. I scanned my vicinity intently. Staying alone was rather peaceful. While hanging out and socializing with Kloaked and Flamma was normal. They'd normally drag me away.

Observantly scrutinizing my surroundings. I continued racing through the area promptly. My mana was drastically lessened after the battle with Flamma. Meaning, my aura was drained considerably.

Normally, when I ameliorated my decently grown skills, Flamma would aid me with this issue. Stopping, I entered a guarded stance, and then ruthlessly slammed my fists forward.

Well, refining was something I wasn't against with. The idea of strength was boring and inspecting it sounded sizably boring. 

Minutely, I conserved my mana before leaping upwards. And permitted a small gracious wind to hover by me. Until I crashed into numerous branches.

"Of course, this happens." Indifferently, I lifted a shoulder, moving onto the softened grass, and settled composedly. "I'm okay. I guess."

I noticed the sky was dimming, and dealing with curfew was unneeded. Utilizing my small amounts of mana, I nonchalantly sighed. Physical stamina was certainly a weakness.

While I sprinted, the small bits of energy I preserved lowered deeply. This monotonous longing to arrive at the dormitories merely expanded. I neared the stair-way, rushing through the steps.

The room I currently occupied was quite large, design was never my specialty, leaving that to Kloaked's strange hobbies. I quietly sauntered towards my mattress, internally escaping this unsparing dimension.

Feriosio aggressively awoke. His claret hair swayed wildly, but briefly. He strolled over to Kloaked's cushion, actively scrutinizing him. He clenched his hand, and heated it casually. Until the warmth enhanced, and Kloaked writhed warily.

"Morning." Vadras' bored voice sounded. Which earned Feriosio's concentration, who grinned spiritedly. "You're burning Kloaked?" He enquired airily, while moving the uniform.

Feriosio shrugged rambunctiously, his pupils centred carelessly. "His lazy snoring was keeping me up. When night-time comes."

Vadras gave a nod, something normal, and exited. leaving his friends to these arguably peculiar activities.

"I rather not deal with this." He warned himself, shooting across the corridor expeditiously and leaped out the window. "3. 2. 1."

"Screw mana!"

Vadras barely got away, and dropped onto the upper-roof, where the door rested below. "I'm still detecting fire."

He rushed towards the school's structure. And apathetically exhaled. "Well. Class is starting." He blandly walked over to the gates. "The Spiritual Kingdom was mentioned in class a while ago."

When Vadras and his classmates seated themselves the room easily dissolved into conversation. Professor Krywn sauntered inwards, his clipboard's papers crumpled up. Then, he watched his students attentively.

"Okay. Okay." Krywn emanated his mana skilfully, effortlessly silencing the populace. "We're starting with Physical Battles. Stadium now."

While Vadras prepared to follow the students into the arena room. Someone approached him blithely, their blonde hair combed delicately.

"Soius." Vadras greeted indifferently, uncaringly scanning his presence. "You need something?" He scrutinized Soius, who shook his head patiently.

"No. I desire to brawl with you." Soius cheerfully declared. His eyes were cunningly intelligent and sizably skilled. "Oh. And a warning. Those who keep soundlessness are the most threatening."

Inwardly, Vadras' eyes expanded enquiringly. While, outwardly, he unemotionally lifted his shoulders, sauntering out the class. "Sounds scary." 

Krywn examined the sheets, his head facing his students. He smiled composedly and announced. "Kloaked VS Soius!"

Noiselessness sauntered graciously around the atmosphere. While Soius leaped onto the arena. He channelled mana into his hands preparedly.

"Where's Kloaked?"

"Sorry. Sorry." Kloaked unapologetically entered, a conspicuous boredom glimmering in his pupils. He walked through the seats, shooting to the arena. "Flamma was annoying me."

Krywn shrugged expectantly, inspecting his clipboard. "Always them." He whispered, unbothered.

Vadras noticed Flamma drop onto a chair, his childish grin dissipated. The blue-haired child glanced to the battle, his irises keenly watched.

I easily shaped a refined stance. While Soius' limbs enhanced with mana. I clenched my fists agitatedly, staring airily towards him, and he returned my stare with his own.

"Mana usage is permitted!" Krywn shouted, reappearing on a platform, where he could openly assess our abilities. "Now!"

Soius creeped nearer, his expression alarmingly unworried. He blurred forward, a small blockage of formed mana blocking my eyes.

Effortlessly, I rotated, callously kicking his stomach, I was unable to retract the appendage as Soius grabbed my leg.

He removed his grab, and punched my head. Ruthlessly, I axe-kicked his hand, grasping it, with him responding. Soius smiled, and I continued, crushing the hand with some issue.

His mana was enhancing its speed. It continued with attempts of escape, moving my own hand around. I raised my leg, shooting a masterful kick onto him.

Relentlessly, Soius aimed punch after punch. Efficiently, I secured a slam of the leg onto his skull, and I eliminated my grasp on him.

I sighed casually, leaping towards him, and driving my fists into his face, bringing him into the realm of weariness. He was easier than expected.

Kloaked strolled towards Vadras and Flamma, leaping into a seat casually. "I kinda wanted to battle you Flamma. I'd easily make you unconscious."

"Sure." Feriosio expressed his doubtfulness, his expression one of dubiousness. "It's not gonna be happening!"

Kloaked grinned challengingly. He placed his hands behind his neck, massaging it nonchalantly. "Oh. I'm coming after you. Vadras. Quieting yourself won't work."

"I'm quite aware," Vadras smiled slightly, appearing diminutively apathetic. "Of course. You'd lose."

Flamma grinned exuberantly, shouting unwarily. "Vadras and I are equals. You're simply weaker."

"Seriously?"

Flamma settled onto the roof-top. While he was rather excitable, he decided to relax for a few seconds. He raised his hand and it clicked into a cordial warmth.

It was presently afternoon, and Flamma was appreciating the silence. It granted him a simplistic method to stop seeking improvements occasionally.

His face whirled with contemplations. Flamma leaped towards the dormitories with unhurriedness. 

Those screams, he still heard them.

Vadras worked around his exhaustion. He sprang over Flamma's blade, searing with unhostile warmth. Using his daggers, Vadras deflected another swing carefully.

"Weapons. Classes!" Feriosio yelled exuberantly, and excitedly forced more mana into his blade's edge. "This is the best lesson!"

Kloaked's mace crashed into Flamma's weapon, while Kloaked exhaled, spearing the blade skilfully. He promptly leaped away, spearing the carpets with irritation. "Okay. Name all your spells."

"Why?" Flamma enquired cheerfully, distancing himself from a rope of electricity effortlessly. "Scared of me?"

Kloaked shook his head, with his frustration growing by the minute. "Seriously!"

Vadras sighed, watching their improvements.

Keen eyes.