The late spring afternoon sun burned down against the new mages skin. No one understood how you could just stood under the intense heat in a long-sleeved shirt, a cloak, pants, and gloves. They were all in tees and shorts. You were completely unfazed by the heat. You'd had heatstroke before, but it wasn't something that bothered you, you didn't fear it. It was a sickness that could knock many people off their feet, but not you. You would stay standing. So, you weren't worried about potentially catching heatstroke.
The trainees were sweating bullets as they sparred. They didn't want to disappoint you or the Captain. You had to admit that the resolve of this generation coming was growing far beyond your expectations. Not only their resolve, but the fact that the number of people that now willingly accept people of all status had grown. The White Wolves were a more refined version of the Black Bulls- they were the Golden Dawn version of the Black Bulls. Your squad accepted people of any status so long as your Captain liked them or found them interesting; hence you and Zenon. You had no doubt that Asta would become the Wizard King, and he would bring about a peaceful time.
Wizard King. Not even a year ago you all had taken down Lucius Zogratis. In order to save Julius, your captain had used her magic to separate the twin souls into two different bodies. Lucius was dead; blown to bits by an explosion of multiple magic strikes, including your own. You'd been back in Clover Kingdom for two years now, and it was as if you still hadn't adjusted to being back in your home country. It was difficult. You knew it could be. Every time you closed your eyes, it became a pick of four horrors that awaited you. A gamble. What would haunt you tonight? You could still see the sadistic smile on Lucius' face when he attacked you, Zenon, and the others.
You took a deep breath, removing the image from your mind. It was sick, sending shivers down your iron spine. You could sense the mana of the trainees beginning to run low. Their stamina was high, but their mana levels still couldn't be pushed past their limits. Even that applied to you. You had been able to push the limits of both your own body, emotion state, mental state, and mana. You still weren't sure about
"Vice-Captain." You looked the direction of the call. A bright mage, maybe a few years older than you ran up towards you. He smiled at you brightly, showing his pearly white teeth. His sliver hair was neatly parted to the right. He wore a bright outfit with the squad's robe over the top. "What do you want?" You questioned him; your voice flat as usual. "The Captain requested to see you, sir!" "I see." You just left without another word. "I wonder what's wrong with the vice-captain..." the bright mage watched you walk off, his voice turning calm.
You walked through the halls, fists buried deep in your pockets. When you walked through the halls your squadmates parted to the sides or out of the way of your direction. Out of both respect and fear. You had earnt your title as the Vice-Captain of this squad, and it was no mystery why. You were strong, you were one of the reasons the battle with the Spade Kingdom and with Lucius was so easily won. You had earnt your place and your title. Many people disapproved of a former noble being the Vice-Captain of such a high-powered squad- but your captain couldn't have cared less.
You arrived at the large doors that lead you into your captain's office. You raised your hand and knocked twice, letting it fall to rest on the brass handle. "Come on in!" Your captain's voice chirped from the other side of the door. You pushed the handle down and entered the room, closing the door behind you. "You called for me, Captain?" You saluted her. "At ease, (Y/N). We've been over this already!" Ofelia smiled at you. You hesitantly lowered your salute. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have a small chat with you..."
Ofelia gestured to the seat in front of her desk. You obliged and took the seat opposite her. "First of all, I want to applaud you on how well you're doing training the fresh faces of the squad. I remember when you wouldn't even look at them twice. So, good job!" Ofelia cheered happily. You just nodded. You were requested to train them; who were you to against the orders of your captain. "You really have come far from where you were nine months ago. I'm proud to call you my Vice-Captain." "Thank you, Captain."
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The White Wolf
Fanfic(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
