A few days later, Subaru found himself standing in the snow-covered courtyard of the estate, bundled against the chill but feeling a spark of excitement. Dr. Guini stood before him, his cane planted firmly in the ground as his breath misted in the cold air. Today's lesson wasn't about magic—not directly.
Instead, the doctor had decided it was time to teach Subaru how to handle and communicate with spirits.
"Boy," Guini began, his tone authoritative as usual, "before you even think about wielding magic, you need to understand where it comes from. And in your case, with your peculiar blessing, that means learning to communicate with the spirits that surround you."
Subaru nodded, bouncing slightly on his feet to stay warm. "So, what's the plan? Meditation? Weird poses again?" He shot the doctor a teasing grin.
Guini frowned, adjusting his monocle. "No, nothing so juvenile. This is serious business, boy. You need to understand that spirits aren't just tools—they're living beings. They have their own wills, their own preferences. You don't command them. You ask."
Subaru tilted his head, a curious glint in his eyes. "Ask? Like, just… talk to them?"
"Yes," Guini said simply, his gaze narrowing. "But it's not as simple as it sounds. Most people can only communicate with spirits through feelings—impressions, emotions, vague ideas. The stronger the bond, the clearer the communication, but even then, it's rarely in full sentences."
Subaru scratched his head. "Huh. That's weird. I mean, I've been talking to them since I got here."
Guini blinked, his cane slipping slightly in the snow. "What?"
Subaru shrugged casually. "Yeah, I mean, when the little red and yellow orbs showed up back then, they just, like… talked to me. Said stuff like, 'Are you okay?' and 'We'll stay close.' You know, regular things."
There was a long pause as Guini stared at him, his monocle almost slipping off his face. "They… spoke to you? In complete sentences?"
"Uh, yeah," Subaru replied, looking a little confused. "Why? Is that not normal?"
"Normal?" Guini barked, his voice rising. "Normal?! Boy, that's impossible! Spirits don't communicate with humans in full sentences! They use impressions, emotions, fragments—not language!"
Subaru raised his hands defensively. "Well, they do with me! Maybe it's the whole Spirit King thing?"
Guini muttered something incomprehensible, pacing back and forth in the snow as he tried to process what he'd just learned. "This is beyond comprehension," he finally muttered. "Speaking to spirits in full sentences… it's not just rare—it's unheard of. Even Archpriests can't achieve that level of clarity…"
Meanwhile, at a distance, Lublik and Irene watched the interaction with amusement. Lublik stood with his arms crossed, a faint smirk on his face. "Looks like the old man's losing his mind again."
Irene chuckled softly, her breath visible in the crisp air. "Can you blame him? Subaru keeps surprising everyone. Even I didn't expect this."
Lublik tilted his head, his sharp blue eyes glinting with interest. "The kid's got something special, no doubt about it. But how much of it is talent, and how much is sheer luck?"
Irene smiled faintly, watching as Subaru animatedly explained something to Guini, his small hands gesturing wildly. "Does it matter? He's got potential, and that's what counts. Though, I admit, watching him outwit Guini is one of the best parts of my week."
Back in the courtyard, Subaru crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. "So, what now, Doc? Still think I'm making it up?"
Guini let out a sharp huff, adjusting his monocle with a flick of his wrist. "Hmph. If you truly can communicate with spirits so fluently, then you'll have no trouble demonstrating. Go on, boy—show me."
Subaru's grin widened, his confidence surging. "Alright, you asked for it!" He closed his eyes and extended his hand, calling out softly. "Spirits, come."
Almost immediately, the familiar orbs of light appeared, swirling around him in a playful dance. The red one flitted closer, its glow pulsing as it spoke clearly. "Subaru! What's up?"
The yellow one followed, its tone gentler but equally clear. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call us out like this."
Guini froze, his jaw dropping as he watched the exchange. "By the spirits…" he whispered. "He's actually speaking to them."
Subaru turned to Guini with a triumphant grin. "Told ya."
Lublik and Irene exchanged a glance, both of them smiling.
"Well," Irene said with a chuckle, "I guess we're all learning something new today."
Subaru, emboldened by the doctor's stunned reaction, crossed his arms with a grin that was far too confident for his own good. "Alright," he declared, his voice ringing out in the snowy courtyard. "If I can talk to spirits, then let's see if they can really do something cool. I want something to explode!"
Dr. Guini's monocle nearly fell off his face as he snapped toward Subaru, his tone sharp. "Boy, that's an absolutely terrible idea. You don't have the control or experience to—"
Subaru cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I don't care! Come on, how hard can it be? Hey, fire spirits!" He raised his arms to the sky, his voice brash and eager. "Help me make the biggest explosion you've ever seen!"
Lublik and Irene, watching from the sidelines, exchanged uneasy glances.
"This… doesn't seem like a good idea," Irene muttered, her usually playful tone edged with concern.
Lublik shrugged, though his eyes were sharp as he watched Subaru. "Well, it'll either be impressive or catastrophic. Either way, it'll be memorable."
At first, no one expected anything to happen. The doctor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, "This boy… Spirits preserve us."
But then, a flicker of red light appeared, followed by another, and another. Within seconds, dozens of fiery orbs began to materialize around Subaru, their light reflecting in his wide, eager eyes.
The red spirits darted closer, their playful voices ringing out. "Explosion? You got it, Subaru!"
"Let's make it big!" an orange spirit added, its glow intensifying.
Guini's expression shifted from exasperation to alarm. "Wait… WAIT! Spirits, no, stop him!"
But it was too late. The spirits began to swarm around Subaru at an incredible speed, their fiery glow growing brighter and brighter as their energy built. Subaru stood in the center of the storm, grinning like he was the king of the world.
"Alright, guys," Subaru shouted, his voice brimming with excitement. "Let it rip!"
And then it happened.
The explosion erupted with a deafening roar, a massive wave of fire and heat consuming the courtyard and spilling into the nearby forest. The ground shook violently as a column of flame shot into the sky, its intensity so great that the snow melted instantly in a wide radius. Trees near the edge of the blast were engulfed, their branches crackling as they were reduced to ash.
Everyone was thrown backward by the force of the explosion. Irene hit the ground hard, shielding her face from the heat as she rolled to safety. Lublik managed to stay on his feet, though his usually calm demeanor was replaced by wide-eyed shock. Dr. Guini stumbled, his cane slipping from his hand as he stared in disbelief at the destruction.
When the flames finally subsided, a massive scorch mark marred the once-pristine courtyard, and a portion of the nearby forest was reduced to smoldering ruins. Subaru stood at the center of it all, his hair singed and his clothes covered in soot, but his grin was as bright as ever.
"Did you see that?!" Subaru exclaimed, throwing his arms up triumphantly. "That was awesome!"
Guini stormed toward him, his monocle askew and his face red with fury. "You reckless fool! Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
Subaru blinked, tilting his head. "Uh… made a really cool explosion?"
Irene staggered to her feet, brushing snow and ash off her coat as she glared at Subaru. "You just leveled half the forest, you little maniac!"
Lublik, still standing at a distance, let out a low whistle, his arms crossed. "Well… memorable it is."
The red spirits floated lazily around Subaru, their glow dimming as they giggled. "That was fun!" one of them chimed.
Guini looked like he was about to collapse, clutching his head as he muttered, "Spirits preserve me… What have I gotten myself into?"
Subaru, oblivious to the chaos he'd caused, raised a fist into the air, his grin widening. "Alright! Let's do it again!"
"NO!" the three adults shouted in unison.
A few weeks later, the icy winds of Gusteko roared outside as Bell returned to check on Subaru and his progress. When she entered the estate, she was nearly unrecognizable, bundled in so many layers of thick coats and scarves that she looked more like a moving snowdrift than a person. Her green hair was completely hidden under a heavy hood, and her boots left a trail of snow and slush on the floor.
Subaru, lounging near the fireplace with a blanket draped over his shoulders, watched her shuffle into the room. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Bell? Is that you under there, or did someone build a snowman and bring it inside?"
Bell paused, tilting her head slightly. "I'm here," she said, her voice muffled by the layers. "The storm outside is… intense."
Dr. Guini entered from another room, carrying a steaming mug of tea. "Girl, you're tracking snow everywhere!" he scolded, gesturing at the puddles forming on the wooden floor. "Take those layers off before you drown the place."
Bell hesitated, glancing nervously at the others. Irene, seated near Subaru and sipping her own tea, rolled her eyes and gestured toward the coat rack. "Don't be shy, Bell. You're safe here. Just unwind already."
With a small nod, Bell began the slow process of removing her many layers. First, she pulled off her heavy hood, revealing strands of her light green hair, which clung to her face from the cold. Then came the scarves—three of them—and finally, the thick outer coat that seemed almost as heavy as she was. Beneath it all, she wore a simple white uniform, pristine despite the storm outside.
Subaru leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. "Wow, Bell, I didn't know you were so fashionable. What's the next layer? A ball gown?"
Bell flushed lightly, brushing snow from her sleeves. "It's not that funny," she muttered, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
Irene chuckled softly, setting her cup down. "Well, it's good to see you haven't frozen solid. Storms like this can turn even the hardiest Gustekans into ice sculptures."
Dr. Guini huffed, gesturing toward the table. "Now that you've made a mess of my floor, sit down and tell us why you're here, girl."
Bell nodded, still dusting snow from her uniform as she took a seat. Her hands wrapped tightly around the mug of tea that Irene handed her, the warmth slowly bringing color back to her pale cheeks. "I wanted to check on Subaru," she said softly. "It's been a few weeks, and… well, after hearing about the, um… explosion…"
Subaru grinned, cutting in. "Oh, that? Don't worry—it was awesome!"
Bell's eyes widened slightly, her hands tightening on the mug. "Awesome?" she repeated, glancing nervously at Guini and Irene for confirmation.
Dr. Guini let out a groan, shaking his head. "The boy has no sense of caution. He nearly destroyed half the forest!"
"Correction," Subaru said, holding up a finger. "I did destroy half the forest."
Bell sighed, her shoulders slumping. "That's… not exactly reassuring."
Irene chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Don't worry too much, Bell. Subaru might be reckless, but he's learning. Slowly."
Bell glanced at Subaru, who was grinning from ear to ear, and then back at the adults. "I hope so," she said quietly, her voice tinged with concern. "Because the Divine Protection of the Spirit King isn't something to take lightly. If he keeps pushing too far…"
Subaru waved her off, his confidence undeterred. "Relax, Bell. I've got this. The spirits and I are best buds now, right?"
From somewhere in the room, a faint red glow flickered as one of the fire spirits materialized, its voice cheerful. "Yep! Subaru's the best!"
Bell blinked, watching the spirit dart around Subaru before disappearing again. "It's still incredible," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "To communicate with them so freely… it's unheard of."
Dr. Guini adjusted his monocle, his tone gruff. "Unheard of or not, the boy still needs discipline. Spirits or no spirits, his recklessness will be his undoing if he's not careful."
Subaru pouted, leaning back in his chair. "Geez, Doc, you act like I'm gonna blow up the house or something."
Guini glared at him. "Don't even joke about that."
Bell sighed, sipping her tea as the warmth finally settled into her bones. Despite the chaos, she couldn't help but feel that Subaru was progressing, even if his methods were… unconventional. And though his carefree attitude worried her, there was something undeniably reassuring about his unshakable confidence.
The decision wasn't made lightly, but the adults eventually came to the conclusion that Subaru's abilities needed to be properly fostered in a more structured environment. The boy's connection to spirits and his rare affinity for Yin magic were far beyond what could be nurtured in the confines of their current arrangement.
It was Irene who first brought up the idea during a meeting in the parlor. "The Academy of Spirit Arts in Glacia," she began, her tone calm but firm, "is the best place for Subaru. They'll have the resources and expertise to help him reach his full potential."
Subaru, lounging on the sofa with one of his fire spirits dancing lazily above his hand, perked up at the mention of the academy. "Wait, school? You're saying I get to go to magic school?"
Bell, seated nearby with her hands folded neatly in her lap, nodded hesitantly. "It's more than just a school, Subaru. It's the most prestigious institution in Gusteko for spirit arts and magic. If you attend, you'll be surrounded by the best teachers and students."
Subaru's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. "That sounds awesome! When do I start?"
Dr. Guini, however, was less enthused. He grumbled from his seat by the fireplace, his monocle glinting as he adjusted it sharply. "Over my dead body. I was a teacher at that academy for decades. I can teach him everything he needs to know—better than anyone there."
Irene smirked, leaning back in her chair. "And yet, here we are with a boy who destroyed half a forest under your watch."
Guini glared at her. "That's irrelevant! The boy's potential can't be denied, but shipping him off to the capital isn't the solution. Do you realize how many eyes will be on him there? How much scrutiny he'll face?"
Lublik, who had been quietly observing the discussion from the corner of the room, finally spoke up. "He'll face scrutiny wherever he goes, Guini. That's the reality of his gift. But keeping him here won't prepare him for the challenges ahead."
Guini grunted, clearly unhappy, but Lublik pressed on. "The academy is where he'll meet others like him—or at least closer to his level. He'll have the opportunity to grow, not just in power, but in understanding. And with the right measures, we can ensure his abilities don't overwhelm him or others."
At this, Bell spoke up timidly. "That's true. If Subaru attends, he'll need to wear a suppression necklace—a blue pendant that will limit the extent of his abilities. It's standard protocol for students with… unusual gifts."
Subaru's grin faltered slightly. "A necklace? That sounds lame."
"It's necessary," Bell explained gently. "Your connection to spirits and your natural power is… overwhelming. The necklace won't stop you from using magic, but it will help you control it. Think of it as a safety net."
Dr. Guini let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. "Fine. But only on one condition."
Irene raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"
"We wait until he's twelve," Guini said, his tone firm. "The boy's still young. Sending him off now would be a mistake. Four more years under my care, and then… and only then… he can attend the academy."
Subaru groaned. "Four years? That's forever!"
Lublik chuckled softly, his sharp blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Patience, kid. You've got a lot to learn before you're ready to take on the academy."
And so, the decision was made. Subaru would remain under Dr. Guini's tutelage for the next four years, continuing his training in the snowy confines of their home. But when he turned twelve, he would leave for the capital of Glacia, where the Academy of Spirit Arts awaited—a place that promised both challenge and opportunity.
As the adults discussed the finer details, Subaru leaned back in his chair, already imagining what life at the academy would be like. "Magic school, huh?" he murmured to himself, a small grin forming on his face. "Better watch out, Glacia. Natsuki Subaru's coming for you."
The next four years passed in a blur of snow-covered landscapes, endless lessons, and a life that was both scrutinized and strangely quiet. Subaru's days were packed with Dr. Guini's relentless training regimen. The man never let up, his voice echoing through the estate as he barked out orders and drilled Subaru on everything from spirit communication to mana flow and theory.
Subaru became well-acquainted with the cold. Early mornings often found him running laps around the courtyard as the snow crunched beneath his boots, his breath visible in the frigid air. "Faster, boy!" Guini would shout, his cane tapping impatiently against the ground. "A spirit arts user needs endurance!" Subaru groaned and complained, but he never stopped running.
In the evenings, the lessons shifted indoors. Subaru sat at a desk cluttered with books and scrolls, struggling to decipher the intricacies of spirit theory while Guini loomed nearby, occasionally poking at his mistakes with the end of his cane. The blue suppression necklace hung around Subaru's neck like a constant reminder, its cool weight resting against his chest.
Irene visited often, her presence a welcome distraction. On rare days when the doctor gave Subaru a break, Irene dragged him outside to play games in the snow. They built elaborate snow forts and had fierce snowball fights, Subaru's spirits often helping him gain an unfair advantage. Irene always retaliated with her own sneaky magic, conjuring snowballs out of thin air and pelting him mercilessly until he was laughing so hard he couldn't fight back.
Bell, though shyer than Irene, became a consistent figure in Subaru's life as well. She visited every few months, checking on Subaru's progress and quietly helping him refine his techniques. Her gentle encouragement was a stark contrast to Guini's gruff demeanor, and Subaru often found himself confiding in her when the training felt overwhelming.
Lublik, ever the enigma, was a rare sight in the house but left a lasting impression whenever he appeared. Subaru couldn't help but admire the way Lublik carried himself, his calm and calculated presence always commanding attention. On one occasion, Lublik sparred with Subaru in a playful bout, showing him how to dodge and parry with a wooden stick. "You've got the reflexes, kid," Lublik said with a faint smirk. "But don't let your head get too big."
Subaru's connection with the spirits grew stronger with each passing year.
They became his companions in a way that went beyond magic. The red and yellow orbs were constant fixtures, their voices playful and supportive as they guided him through both his struggles and triumphs. The spirits weren't just tools to Subaru—they were friends.
On quiet nights, Subaru often found himself sitting by the window, staring out at the vast, frozen landscape of Gusteko. His thoughts wandered to his parents, their faces blurry in his memory now. He missed them, but the ache had dulled over time. The life he'd carved out here, as strange as it was, had begun to feel like his own.
By the time his twelfth birthday approached, Subaru had grown taller, stronger, and more confident. His childish brashness had softened into a determined energy, though his sharp wit and humor remained intact. The lessons had shaped him, and the years of discipline—however grueling—had left their mark.
On his final day at the estate, as he packed his belongings for the journey to Glacia, Subaru paused to look around the room that had been his home for so long. The memories—both good and bad—flooded his mind, and for a moment, he felt a pang of sadness. But as he fastened the blue pendant around his neck and stepped outside to where the others were waiting, a grin spread across his face.
The academy awaited, and Subaru was ready. Or, at least, as ready as he'd ever be.
The grand Academy of Spirit Arts loomed ahead, its towering gates framed by intricate carvings of spirits and ancient runes. Subaru stared up at it, his heart pounding in his chest. Around him, children of various ages—some his age, some older—were making their way toward the massive double doors. They moved with a mix of excitement and nerves, their chatter filling the crisp morning air.
Beside Subaru, Dr. Guini walked with his usual cane-assisted stride, his monocle glinting in the sunlight. Irene trailed a step behind them, her arms casually crossed but her gaze sharp, scanning the crowd as though searching for potential threats.
"Look at this rabble," Guini muttered as they passed a bard strumming a lute on the side of the path. "An academy, not a marketplace! Where is the discipline?"
The bard, a wiry man with a cheeky grin, strummed an exaggerated chord and called out, "Lighten up, old man! Even scholars need a little melody now and then!"
Guini turned sharply, his cane tapping the ground with indignation. "I'll lighten up when the rabble knows their place!"
Subaru, despite his nerves, let out a snicker. "Guess you haven't mellowed out much, huh, Doc?"
Guini shot him a glare but said nothing, choosing instead to redirect his focus toward the entrance. They approached the large double doors, where a stern-looking man in a tailored uniform stood with a ledger in hand. His eyes swept over the incoming students, his expression unreadable.
"Dr. Guini," the man greeted with a polite but distant nod. "It's been some time."
"Not long enough," Guini replied curtly, handing over a document. "The boy is enrolled. Everything's in order. Ensure there are no delays."
The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, taking the papers and scanning them quickly before nodding. "Very well. Natsuki Subaru, welcome to the Academy."
Subaru opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, Irene knelt slightly to his level, her hands resting gently on his shoulders. Her usual playful demeanor was replaced with a rare seriousness as she locked eyes with him.
"Subaru," she said softly but firmly, "listen to me carefully. The academy is a place for learning, but it's also a place where everyone is watching. You can't let them see the full extent of what you can do."
Subaru blinked, his nervous energy bubbling to the surface. "What do you mean? Isn't this place supposed to help me get stronger?"
"It is," Irene replied, her gaze unwavering. "But being too strong—too different—will draw the wrong kind of attention. You can't let anyone know about your Divine Protection of the Spirit King. Keep your abilities at your peers' level. At best, aim for second or third place in anything you do."
Subaru frowned, his confidence faltering. "Second or third? That doesn't sound awesome at all."
"It's not about being awesome," Irene said, her tone softening slightly. "It's about staying safe. There are people who would see your potential as a threat, just like we talked about before. You can't give them a reason to single you out."
Subaru glanced down, fiddling with the blue pendant around his neck. "Got it," he muttered reluctantly.
Irene smiled faintly, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Good. And remember, if anything goes wrong—if you need help or feel overwhelmed—write to me. Or find my apartment in Glacia. I'm not far."
Subaru nodded, his nerves settling slightly under her reassurance. "Thanks, Irene."
Dr. Guini cleared his throat loudly, tapping his cane on the ground. "If the boy's done dawdling, we have things to finalize. Move along, Subaru."
Subaru straightened up, his usual grin returning as he glanced at Irene. "Guess this is it, huh? Time to become the second-best magic student this place has ever seen."
"Third-best," Irene corrected with a smirk.
"Fine, third-best," Subaru shot back, rolling his eyes. "But only because you told me to."
As he stepped toward the entrance, Irene watched him go, her sharp blue eyes softening for a brief moment. Guini, despite his gruff demeanor, seemed to linger as well, his gaze following Subaru as he disappeared into the bustling crowd of students.
"Well," Irene said quietly, her arms crossing again. "Let's hope he remembers to play it safe."
Guini adjusted his monocle, his voice low. "That boy? Safe? Unlikely. But perhaps… just perhaps… he'll surprise us."
The enrollment hall was abuzz with the chatter of new students, each one jostling for a place or chatting nervously with those they had just met. Subaru stood awkwardly at the edge of the room, his blue pendant glinting faintly under the magical lights. He shuffled his feet, unsure of how to approach anyone, until his eyes caught sight of a wiry boy with tanned skin and sharp, almond-shaped eyes walking confidently toward him.
"Oi, ya lost, mate?" the boy asked, his Kagaragi accent thick and rough. His dark hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and he wore a grin that suggested he had no trouble navigating new situations. "Yer standing there like yer about to sprout roots."
Subaru blinked, taken aback by the boy's brashness. "Uh… no, just, uh…"
"I'm Tekka," the boy interrupted, slapping a hand on Subaru's shoulder. "Kagaragi born and bred. Betcha never met someone as sharp as me, eh?"
Before Subaru could respond, another boy approached, his gait more reserved. This one had pale blond hair and icy blue eyes that seemed to mirror the frosty air of Glacia itself. He adjusted his scarf as he gave Tekka an unimpressed look. "Do you ever not talk, Tekka?" he asked, his voice smooth and even. "It's a miracle I've lasted five minutes in this room without being roped into your nonsense."
Tekka laughed, unbothered. "That's Ice Stick over there," he said, gesturing with his thumb. "Name's Renwald. Local. Don't mind his frosty attitude."
Renwald rolled his eyes, giving Subaru a polite nod. "It's Renwald Kerrigan. And you are?"
"Natsuki Subaru," Subaru said, his confidence slowly returning. "Nice to meet you guys."
As the three boys began chatting, Tekka's loud jokes and Renwald's dry wit quickly making things less awkward, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of laughter. A small group of well-dressed students approached, led by a tall boy with perfectly combed blonde hair and an air of smug superiority. His uniform looked more expensive than anyone else's, and he carried himself like he owned the room.
"Well, well," the boy sneered, his sharp gray eyes scanning Subaru, Tekka, and Renwald. "What do we have here? A bunch of commoners trying to rub shoulders with the elite?"
Tekka bristled instantly, stepping forward. "And who're you supposed to be? Some kind of peacock?"
The boy smirked, ignoring the jab. "Johnan Belvoir," he said, his tone dripping with self-importance. "Of the Belvoir family. Not that someone like you would understand what that means."
Renwald frowned but kept his voice calm. "Is there a reason you're bothering us, or do you always make it a point to disrupt people minding their own business?"
Johnan's lackeys, two equally snobbish boys named Harker and Vaun, chuckled behind him. "It's not every day you see the dregs of society up close," Harker said, sneering. "Consider it a rare opportunity."
Subaru felt his irritation rising, but before he could speak, the room began to change. The lights dimmed, and a heavy silence fell over the crowd. The murmurs and laughter died away as all eyes turned toward the stage at the far end of the hall. A tall man with a massive, neatly trimmed mustache stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
"Students," he began, his deep voice resonating through the hall. "Welcome to the Academy of Spirit Arts. I am Principal Reginald Harrow, and I will oversee your growth and education during your time here."
Subaru could feel the tension ease slightly as the man's voice filled the space, his imposing figure cutting an authoritative silhouette against the glowing backdrop of the stage. Standing beside him, however, was someone far less composed—a man with wild, unkempt hair and thick glasses that teetered precariously on his nose. He wore a mismatched coat that looked more suited for a tinkerer than a teacher, yet his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"And this," Principal Harrow continued, gesturing toward the disheveled figure, "is Professor Thaddeus Elron. He will be your primary instructor for your first year. He is… unconventional, but brilliant in his field."
Professor Elron gave an enthusiastic wave, nearly dropping a stack of scrolls he was holding. "Ah, yes! Hello, students!" he said, his voice high-pitched and cheerful. "This will be the beginning of a magnificent journey! I hope you're ready to question everything and push the boundaries of what's possible!"
The principal's mustache twitched slightly, and he cleared his throat. "Indeed. Now, students, you will soon be assigned to your dormitories and given your schedules. I expect all of you to adhere to the academy's high standards."
As the principal continued to speak, Subaru couldn't help but glance at Tekka and Renwald, their reactions mirroring his own mix of curiosity and apprehension. This is going to be interesting, he thought, his hand brushing against the blue pendant at his chest. Really interesting.
The buzz of the enrollment hall gave way to a more organized chaos as the new students were escorted toward their dormitories. Subaru, Tekka, and Renwald stuck together, chatting as they followed the flow of students through the stone corridors of the academy. The atmosphere was a mix of awe and nervous energy, the sprawling architecture of the dorm building impressing even the usually unimpressed Renwald.
As they reached their assigned dorm floor, the students began peeling off in groups to settle into their rooms. Subaru was about to follow Tekka and Renwald when a hand lightly touched his shoulder. He turned to find himself face-to-face with none other than Johnan Belvoir, his sharp gray eyes gleaming with calculated interest.
"Natsuki Subaru," Johnan said smoothly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You're… different. I can see it."
Subaru blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected attention. "Uh… thanks, I guess?"
Johnan's smirk widened. "No need to be modest. Talent like yours—it's obvious. You've got potential. Raw, unrefined, but it's there." He gestured casually to his two lackeys, Harker and Vaun, who stood behind him with their usual smug expressions. "I have a way of recognizing people who'll go far, and you? You don't belong with… them." His gaze flicked briefly toward Tekka and Renwald, his tone dripping with disdain.
Subaru glanced back, seeing Tekka animatedly talking to Renwald, who looked as though he was barely tolerating the conversation. Tekka caught Subaru's eye and waved dismissively, as if to say, Go ahead. I'm sure you'll choose them.
Subaru turned back to Johnan, who was watching him expectantly. "So," Johnan said, folding his arms, "why not join me and my group? You'll have access to better connections, better opportunities, and, frankly, better company. It's a no-brainer."
For a moment, Subaru hesitated. The offer sounded tempting—being part of an elite group could make his life at the academy much easier. But then he remembered the way Johnan had spoken to Tekka and Renwald earlier, the thinly veiled arrogance in his tone. Subaru's gaze shifted briefly back to the two boys, Tekka now gesturing wildly as Renwald sighed, exasperated but still listening.
Subaru turned back to Johnan, his decision clear. "Yeah, I'm gonna pass."
Johnan's confident smirk faltered slightly. "Pass?" he echoed, his tone incredulous. "You're refusing?"
"Yup," Subaru said, crossing his arms. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll stick with my friends."
Johnan scoffed, his composure returning as he straightened his posture. "Your loss," he said coldly. "Don't come crying to me when you realize what a mistake you've made."
With that, he turned sharply on his heel, Harker and Vaun trailing behind him as they disappeared down the hall. Subaru watched them go, feeling a strange mix of relief and satisfaction.
When he rejoined Tekka and Renwald, Tekka glanced at him with a grin. "What was that about? Fancy pants trying to recruit you?"
"Something like that," Subaru said, scratching the back of his head.
Renwald raised an eyebrow. "And you said no?"
"Of course," Subaru replied with a shrug. "You guys are way more fun."
Tekka laughed, clapping Subaru on the back. "Good choice, mate. Now let's get to our room before Ice Stick here freezes up entirely."
Renwald rolled his eyes but allowed a small smile to tug at the corner of his lips. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."
As the three boys headed toward their assigned dorm room, Subaru couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He might not know what the future held, but with Tekka and Renwald by his side, he was ready to take on whatever the academy had to throw at him.
When the boys finally made it to their dorm room, Subaru was surprised by how spacious it was. The room was divided into three sections, each with its own small bed, desk, and wardrobe. A single window at the far end offered a view of the snowy academy grounds, the light from the setting sun casting a warm orange glow over the room.
Tekka flopped onto his bed immediately, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Ahh, finally! A proper bed. I was startin' to think this academy was all fancy looks and no comfort."
Renwald, ever composed, set his belongings down neatly on his bed and began organizing his desk. "You might not want to get too comfortable, Tekka. This place isn't exactly known for being a holiday retreat."
"Pfft," Tekka replied, propping himself up on one elbow. "C'mon, don't ruin it already. Let me enjoy this moment before they start drillin' us with boring lessons."
Subaru chuckled as he set his own things down and started unpacking. "You really think they're gonna let us ease into it? They'll probably throw us right into magic training tomorrow."
Tekka grinned, sitting up fully. "Good! I'm ready for it. Been waitin' for this chance for years."
Renwald raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tekka. "Years? You must have some story behind that."
Tekka scratched the back of his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Well, my family ain't exactly rich. I grew up in Kagaragi, in a small village. We didn't have much, but we had spirit arts, y'know? Fire spirits mostly. My old man taught me a thing or two, but I always wanted to go further. So when I heard about this place, I figured, why not? Took a lot of savin' and a lot of luck, but here I am!"
Subaru leaned back against his bed, impressed. "That's pretty cool. So you're a fire guy, huh?"
"Damn right I am," Tekka replied proudly. "What about you, Ice Stick? What got you here?"
Renwald sighed, clearly used to the nickname by now. "Unlike you, I didn't have much of a choice. My family's from Glacia—noble lineage, though not as insufferable as people like Johnan. They expect me to uphold the family tradition and excel in spirit arts. Pressure like that doesn't exactly leave much room for personal choice."
Tekka whistled. "Noble, huh? No wonder you're so stiff."
"I prefer 'disciplined,'" Renwald replied dryly, though there was a faint smile on his lips.
The two boys turned to Subaru, Tekka gesturing with a wave of his hand. "Alright, your turn, mate. What's your story?"
Subaru hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the blue pendant around his neck. "Well… it's not as interesting as you'd think."
"C'mon, don't hold back!" Tekka encouraged, leaning forward. "You're from somewhere far off, yeah? Bet you've got some wild tales."
Subaru scratched the back of his head, thinking carefully about how much he could share. "I'm from… a place called Lugnica," he lied smoothly. "Pretty small, nothin' fancy. I didn't grow up with magic or anything like that. One day, some people found out I could communicate with spirits, and, well… one thing led to another, and now I'm here."
Tekka's eyes widened. "Wait, you can talk to spirits? Like, actually talk? Not just feel their vibes?"
"Yeah," Subaru admitted, a small smile forming. "They kinda just talk back to me like you're talking to me now."
Renwald frowned slightly, his analytical mind kicking in. "That's… rare. Very rare. Most spirit arts users can only communicate through impressions. You must have a natural affinity."
"Something like that," Subaru replied, trying to downplay it. "But honestly, I'm just here to learn, same as you guys."
Tekka grinned and nudged him playfully. "Well, lucky for us, we've got the weirdest guy in the dorms as a roommate. I think this is gonna be fun."
Renwald sighed but nodded. "At the very least, it won't be dull."
Subaru chuckled, relaxing slightly as the three of them continued chatting. For the first time since arriving at the academy, he felt a sense of belonging. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he wasn't facing them alone.
The boys woke to the harsh clang of metal banging against their dorm door, the noise reverberating through the small room like a cannon blast. Subaru bolted upright, his hair a mess and his eyes bleary. Tekka groaned, pulling a pillow over his head, while Renwald sat up slowly, blinking in irritation.
"What the hell was that?" Tekka mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
The door swung open a crack, and the wild-haired figure of Professor Thaddeus Elron poked his head in. "Good morning, boys!" he called cheerfully before banging the metal baton he carried against the doorframe again. "Rise and shine! Yard in five minutes, or I'm dragging you out myself!"
Subaru groaned but smirked, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "This guy's worse than the Doc," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Tekka sat up, clutching his pillow like a shield. "What's his problem? Does he not believe in mornings startin' at a reasonable time?"
Renwald sighed, already out of bed and neatly folding his blanket. "We'd better hurry. I don't think he's bluffing about dragging us out."
Subaru, thanks to years of harsh training under Dr. Guini, was fully dressed and ready in moments, his movements almost automatic. He threw on his uniform, adjusted his blue pendant, and slung his scarf around his neck with practiced ease.
"Let's go!" Subaru said, heading for the door as Tekka groaned and flailed in an attempt to put on his boots.
"Wait up, man! You're making us look bad!" Tekka called, stumbling after him.
Renwald sighed, pulling on his coat with precise movements. "Subaru's clearly in auto mode. Let him go. We'll catch up."
By the time Subaru made it to the front yard, the chill of the morning air hit him like a familiar friend. The expansive yard stretched before him, blanketed in frost and surrounded by the towering walls of the academy. He glanced around, expecting to see the other students, but the place was eerily empty save for one figure.
Professor Elron stood in the middle of the field, his metal baton tucked under one arm as he surveyed Subaru with an amused smile. His unkempt hair and perpetually crooked glasses gave him an air of chaos, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that Subaru didn't miss.
"Ah," Elron said, raising a hand in greeting. "The early bird. I like it."
Subaru tilted his head, realizing with some embarrassment that he was the only one there. "Uh… where is everyone else?"
"Still dragging themselves out of bed, I'd wager," Elron replied, spinning the baton in his hand. "But not you, eh? Years of discipline, I take it?"
Subaru rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if the comment was a compliment or an observation. "Something like that."
Before they could say more, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from behind. Tekka and Renwald appeared, both out of breath and clearly less prepared for the morning rush.
"Subaru!" Tekka called, his voice tinged with annoyance. "What the hell, man? Wait up next time!"
Renwald, though equally winded, gave Subaru a pointed look. "You could've at least warned us you were leaving."
Subaru chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, guys. Guess I got a little ahead of myself."
Elron grinned, watching the boys regroup. "Well, it seems we've got a range of morning energy levels here," he said, his tone teasing. "Good. This'll be an interesting class."
As more students trickled onto the field, Subaru couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Whatever the day had in store, he was ready—and this time, he wasn't facing it alone.
The boys stood on the frost-covered field, most of them rubbing their eyes or yawning as the biting morning air woke them up reluctantly. The group was a mix of groans and grumbles, with a few boys shuffling their feet nervously. Johnan, looking perfectly groomed despite the early hour, crossed his arms and stepped forward, his tone laced with entitlement.
"What is the meaning of this, Professor?" Johnan asked, his sharp gray eyes narrowing. "Dragging us out here at this hour without so much as an explanation—what exactly are we supposed to be doing?"
Professor Thaddeus Elron's wild hair and crooked glasses gave him an almost disheveled appearance, but his smile was sharp and full of mischief. He tapped his metal baton lightly against his palm, surveying the group like a predator eyeing prey.
"Ah, Johnan," he said, his tone jovial but with a hint of mockery. "I thought it was obvious. Today's a test."
"A test?" Johnan repeated, clearly annoyed. "Of what?"
"Your physical capabilities," Elron replied, his grin widening. "We could start with books and lectures, but that'd just put half of you to sleep. So, let's see what kind of endurance, speed, and grit you've got."
Renwald, ever the voice of reason, raised a hand. "Professor," he said evenly, "shouldn't we have a proper introduction first? Understanding who we're learning from is—"
"Introductions?" Elron interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "No time for that. You'll get to know me plenty while you're gasping for air."
The group groaned collectively, with one or two boys muttering complaints under their breath. Tekka, rubbing his hands together to warm them, stepped forward with a sharp grin. "Alright then, Teach. What do ya want us to do? Jump through hoops? Fight each other?"
Elron's smile turned almost predatory. "Nothing so complicated. Just… run."
The groans grew louder as the boys realized what was coming. Tekka let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Man, I shoulda stayed in bed."
Johnan scoffed, glancing disdainfully at the rest of the group. "What a waste of time," he muttered, though he made no move to defy the order.
Meanwhile, Subaru, who had been standing off to the side, stretched his arms casually and glanced at the track that looped around the field. Without a word, he jogged over to the starting line and began running.
The other boys stared at him in disbelief, Tekka being the first to voice his thoughts. "Oi, Subaru! What are ya doin'? He didn't even blow a whistle or nothin'!"
Subaru, already a few strides ahead, called back with a grin. "You guys can waste time complaining if you want. I'm just gonna get it over with."
Renwald sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He's been trained for this, hasn't he?"
"Looks like it," Tekka muttered, watching Subaru's smooth, effortless strides. "This guy's a machine."
Professor Elron chuckled, his glasses glinting in the early sunlight. "That's the spirit!" he called after Subaru. "The rest of you could learn a thing or two from him. Now, off you go! Around the track—let's see what you're made of!"
Reluctantly, the rest of the boys began jogging after Subaru, their energy levels nowhere near as high. Johnan muttered under his breath about how ridiculous the task was, but he kept pace, clearly unwilling to let himself fall too far behind. Tekka jogged alongside Renwald, who was already trying to pace himself, muttering about "stupid physical tests."
Meanwhile, Subaru kept his focus ahead, his years of training under Dr. Guini paying off as his feet carried him easily around the track. His breathing was steady, his strides smooth, and he couldn't help but smirk as he glanced back to see the other boys lagging behind.
"I've got this," Subaru muttered to himself, his confidence building with every lap. "Bring it on, Teach."
By the time the group finished their laps, most of the boys were bent over, hands on their knees, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down their faces despite the icy morning air, and grumbles of exhaustion filled the field. Subaru, meanwhile, stood tall, barely winded, his arms crossed as he waited for the others to catch up.
Tekka flopped onto the frosty grass, groaning. "Man, what are you made of, Subaru? Some kinda machine? No way that was normal."
Subaru shrugged, grinning. "Eh, just a lot of practice."
"Practice?" Tekka said, incredulous. "More like you were born with it! Natural talent, mate. That's all there is to it."
Renwald, still catching his breath but managing to keep his composure, glanced skeptically at Subaru. "Natural talent might explain part of it, but there's something else. That wasn't just talent—you've clearly been trained."
Subaru scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Maybe a little."
Before the conversation could go further, Professor Elron clapped his hands, signaling for the group to gather. "Alright, boys, that's enough for now. Time to put those tired brains to work! Let's head to the classroom."
Groans filled the air as the students reluctantly followed him inside, their legs still sore from the unexpected workout. The halls of the academy were grand and imposing, with high ceilings and intricate carvings along the walls, but their destination was even more impressive. The classroom was a massive room with tall oak doors, shelves lined with ancient books, and the faint, comforting smell of parchment and old wood. The large windows let in streams of morning light, giving the space an almost ethereal quality.
"Take your seats," Elron instructed, gesturing to the rows of desks arranged in a semi-circle around the front of the room. The boys shuffled into their seats, the exhaustion from earlier slowly giving way to curiosity.
Elron walked to the front of the room, setting down his metal baton on the wide oak desk. He adjusted his crooked glasses, his wild hair somehow looking even messier than before, and finally addressed the class. "Let's start properly this time, shall we? I am Professor Thaddeus Elron, your instructor for Spirit Arts and Practical Magic. My job is to teach you not only the theory of magic but also how to apply it. By the time you leave this academy, you'll either be skilled spirit arts users or… well, very well-read."
Some of the boys chuckled nervously, but Elron's grin suggested he wasn't entirely joking.
"To start," Elron continued, picking up a thick scroll and unfurling it with a flourish, "we'll go through attendance. When I call your name, stand up, tell us where you're from, and share something about yourself. Consider it… an icebreaker."
The roll call began, with each boy awkwardly introducing themselves. Some gave short answers, clearly shy, while others, like Johnan, took the opportunity to boast about their illustrious families and supposed prowess.
When it was Tekka's turn, he stood up confidently, grinning as he spoke. "Tekka Raga, from Kagaragi. My family's nothin' fancy, but I'm here to make 'em proud. Oh, and I'm probably the fastest guy you'll meet here. Just wait till my legs aren't frozen stiff, yeah?"
The class chuckled, even Renwald allowing a small smile.
Renwald was next, standing with practiced poise. "Renwald Kerrigan, Glacia-born. My family has a long history of producing spirit arts users, and I intend to uphold that legacy. I prefer water magic, though I'm open to exploring other elements."
When Subaru's name was called, he stood up with his usual grin. "Natsuki Subaru. Uh, I'm from… let's just say somewhere far off. I like running, I like spirits, and I'm looking forward to not blowing up half the forest again. Probably."
That earned him a round of laughter, though a few students, including Johnan, looked at him with thinly veiled curiosity.
Once everyone had introduced themselves, Elron clapped his hands together. "Excellent! Now that we've broken the ice, let's dive in. Today's lesson is about the fundamentals of spirit affinity and its relationship with mana. Open your books to the first chapter, and let's get started!"
The smell of old books filled the air as the boys began flipping through the thick tomes laid out before them. As Elron launched into his animated lecture, Subaru glanced at Tekka and Renwald, who were both furiously scribbling notes. He smiled to himself, feeling a strange mix of excitement and relief.
Professor Elron was in the middle of an animated explanation about mana crystals, gesturing with his hands to emphasize their importance in magic and spirit arts. "Mana crystals," he said, "are not just simple containers of energy. They are conduits, amplifiers, and sometimes even repositories of knowledge. Their usage—"
He stopped mid-sentence, his wild eyes darting around the room. His hands patted his coat pockets, then his desk, and finally the shelves behind him. The boys watched in growing confusion as the professor began pacing, muttering to himself.
"Where is it? I had it just this morning… perhaps it's in—no, I checked there…" Elron's muttering grew louder before he turned abruptly to face the class, his glasses slipping down his nose.
"Well, this is awkward," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "It appears the mana crystal I intended to use for today's demonstration has been… misplaced."
The room fell silent for a moment before Tekka leaned over to Subaru, whispering, "Misplaced? Sounds like he just lost it."
Subaru stifled a laugh but quickly straightened when Elron shot a suspicious glance at the class. The professor scribbled something quickly on a piece of parchment, his movements almost frantic. He held it up, waving it dramatically before setting it down on his desk.
"I'll need a volunteer," he announced, his eyes scanning the room with a level of intensity that made every boy sit up straighter. "Someone trustworthy, someone capable, someone who can deliver this note to the principal."
The class collectively froze, each boy silently hoping to avoid being chosen. Elron's gaze swept across the room like a hawk searching for prey before landing on Subaru.
"You!" he declared, pointing his baton at Subaru. "Natsuki Subaru."
Subaru blinked, startled. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Elron said, walking over and handing him the note. "Take this letter to Principal Harrow and inform him of our little… situation. He'll know what to do."
Subaru hesitated, glancing at the note in his hand. "Uh, Professor, I don't even know where the principal is… or the layout of the school for that matter."
Elron waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, my boy! A sharp lad like you will figure it out. The principal's office is in the east wing. Big, fancy door. Can't miss it."
Subaru opened his mouth to protest again but stopped when he noticed the expectant looks of his classmates. Tekka gave him a thumbs-up, grinning. "Go get 'em, mate."
Renwald, ever composed, simply said, "I'm sure you'll manage."
With a resigned sigh, Subaru stood, tucking the note into his pocket. "Alright, fine. I'll find the principal."
"Good lad," Elron said, clapping his hands together. "Off you go! And don't dawdle—we've got a lesson to continue!"
As Subaru made his way out of the classroom and into the winding corridors of the academy, he muttered under his breath, "This is gonna be a disaster… big, fancy door, huh? Couldn't you at least give me a map?"
The sound of the heavy oak doors closing behind him marked the beginning of his impromptu adventure. Great. First day, and I'm already on a wild goose chase.
Subaru walked through the grand halls of the academy, the faint sound of his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The towering ceilings and intricate carvings gave the space an almost cathedral-like atmosphere, but he was too preoccupied to admire the architecture. His focus was on navigating the unfamiliar corridors and avoiding any unnecessary attention.
As he turned a corner, a group of older students—third years, by the looks of their polished uniforms and confident postures—paused their conversation to glance his way. Their gazes lingered, sharp and appraising, and Subaru felt a flicker of unease. He kept his head down, quickening his pace until he was well past them.
Great, he thought, exhaling once they were out of sight. Day one, and I'm already getting stared at. Let's just find this principal's office and get this over with.
He wandered for what felt like an eternity, the hallways all looking frustratingly similar, until he finally spotted it. At the end of a long corridor stood a pair of grand, imposing doors, carved with intricate patterns of spirits and runes. The wood gleamed as though it had been polished only moments ago, and the brass handles shone like gold.
This has to be it, Subaru thought, swallowing hard. He approached the doors, feeling their weight even before he touched them. With a deep breath, he raised his hand and gave a polite knock.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a deep, authoritative voice called from within. "Come in."
Subaru pushed the heavy doors open, stepping into the principal's office. The room was just as grand as he had imagined—tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. A large desk sat near the center, its surface cluttered with papers, quills, and an ornate globe. Behind the desk stood Principal Reginald Harrow, his massive mustache as commanding as his presence. He looked up from the document he was reading, his sharp eyes immediately settling on Subaru.
"Ah," Harrow said, his tone neutral but expectant. "You must be Guini's boy."
Subaru blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… yeah. That's me. Natsuki Subaru."
The principal gestured for him to step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I've heard about you. Guini speaks highly of your potential. I expect great things from you, young man."
Subaru scratched the back of his head, unsure how to respond. "Uh, thanks? I'll… do my best."
Harrow nodded once, then leaned back in his chair. "So, what brings you here? I assume this isn't a social call."
"Oh, right!" Subaru quickly fumbled in his pocket, pulling out the neatly folded letter. He stepped forward and placed it on the desk. "Professor Elron sent me. Something about a misplaced mana crystal?"
The principal raised an eyebrow, taking the letter and unfolding it. His eyes scanned the contents, his expression remaining unreadable. After a moment, he sighed and set the letter down.
"Elron," Harrow muttered, his tone carrying a mix of fondness and exasperation. "That man would lose his head if it weren't attached."
Subaru couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, he's… something."
The principal gave him a faint smile, then gestured toward the door. "Very well. Tell your professor the matter will be resolved shortly. And, Subaru?"
Subaru paused, glancing back. "Yes, sir?"
Harrow's gaze softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "Keep your head down, but don't forget to stand tall. You're here for a reason."
Subaru nodded, his chest tightening slightly at the weight of those words. "Understood."
With that, he turned and made his way back out into the halls, the heavy doors closing behind him with a soft thud. Well, he thought as he started retracing his steps, at least I didn't get lost on the way out.