Chapter 8: Arcanum Blades Academy
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Staring at the door infront of me, I sighed. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
[Class A 1- 1st Year]
Currently, I was inside the Arcanum Blades Academy, which is divided into five parts, named A to E.
The letter 'A' refers to the section in which the building I am in is located.
One of the St. Sebastin's best training institutes, boasting magic, science and engineering.
Arcanum Blades Academy was so huge that it could almost be considered a small city on its own.
In this vast area, there were only around 4000 students.
The first year had approximately 2000 students, the second year had around 1500 students, and the third year had about 500 Hero Cadets.
Once a student reaches the third year, they become a Hero Cadet.
Upon graduation, they can become an official Hero.
While numerous students graduated from here last year, this place attracted elites from nearby cities.
But, despite being home to students as young as 15 to 20 years old, this place was harsh.
I gazed at the door in front of me with a calculating expression and exhaled a sigh.
'Should I enter?'
Suddenly, a young girl, around sixteen years old —nearly the same age as me—interrupted my thoughts.
No, I am much older than her; only my physical age is sixteen.
She commanded, "Move it."
The 16-year-old girl had striking features that exuded grace.
Her high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows framed golden eyes that sparkled with the slightest hint of mischief.
Her lips were full and pouty, with a natural rose hue that complemented
her fair complexion.
Her long dark hair cascaded down her back in a subtle wave, catching the light and enhancing her natural beauty.
Her lithe and toned body was hidden beneath a neatly pressed school uniform, classic but accentuating her every curve.
She carried herself with a hint of elegance. Emily Reed. One of the main characters of this story.
Without hesitation, I stepped aside and allowed her to pass through the door.
As she briskly walked past me, she couldn't resist tossing me an insult, "Idiot, hmph!"
"Bitch, what did you say?" I replied.
Or atleast I wanted to—but I am no fool.
Emily is daughter of a Ranked S+ Hero, Edward Reed.
That will be too embarassing.
Next to him was seated the queen of thunder Aurora Lewis.
Her shapely and attractive legs were partially visible beneath her school uniform skirt that ended just above her knees.
I could see boys glancing at her with interest from time to time.
"I'm not going to engage with them."
Why? They're going to be important characters in the story, just like the protagonist. And I'm not intrested in participating in the storyline.
They were positioned at the very top left corner of the classroom.
So, I opted to sit as far away as possible from them, preferring to sit in the middle row at the very front.
While scanning the classroom for the main cast, I sensed a pair of sharp eyes boring into the back of my head with intense scrutiny.
When I turned around, I was met with a girl sporting an angular face, black hair, and piercing violet eyes that exuded disdain.
Despite her slim frame, her waist boasted an hourglass figure.
"What's her deal?" I muttered to myself, feeling uneasy about the stare.
Suddenly, a wave of memories flooded my mind, causing a throbbing headache.
"Akh! What the hell?!"
The memories belonged to Noah Grey, not me—the other motherfucker.
Although they were vivid, I gleaned two things from them.
The girl staring at me with intense scrutiny was none other than Freya Fretel, Noah's former junior high classmate.
Memories flooded my mind, revealing that Noah had taken pictures of Freya and her classmates in the girl's bathroom, causing a massive scandal.
But, upon closer inspection of the memories, it became clear that Noah had been framed as the culprit in a deliberate scheme to ruin his reputation.
Unfortunately, it had worked, and it seemed that Freya still held a grudge against him for the incident.
"This could be problematic," I muttered to myself, feeling frustrated about the situation.
As I was contemplating on how to deal with the situation a voice broke into my thoughts.
"Mind if I sit here?" the stranger asked.
"Sure, go ahead," I replied hastily, not recognizing him from the novel.
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked.
He reached out his hand for a handshake and introduced himself.
"I'm James Reeves," he said. I shook his hand and introduced myself in return. "I'm Noah Grey. Nice to meet you."
His handshake was firm but not overwhelming, giving me the sense that he wasn't the strongest or most intimidating person around.
His black hair was styled in a neat but relaxed manner, falling lightly over his forehead.
At first glance, he appeared a little skinny, but in a healthy way. His face was angular, with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones.
Overall, he looked like a good guy.
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