Shadows of our end - KDA x Male Reader (Original)

Act 1 - 011

The second day. Considering everything that happened the first day I don't think there is a lot that can happen today that will be able to compete with it properly... then again I didn't even think your first day could go both that well and that terribly.

It would be hard to top a day like that.

The other major thing for today is that the arenas have been opened for us to use for those who still want to exercise till classes officially start. Which is where I am now with a lot of people sparring and watching people do their thing.

Rey then asks me, "Can you do that again?"

I counter, "Wouldn't it be terrible for me to let you work on a counter against me?"

She counters, "Not going to be able to control you because I am not an aeromancer. Too many little things I need to focus on, but it can help me keep a hold of things for longer. So this way it is easier to flex my muscles and see what my limit is."

"Sure."

I twist my lips to the side and let it happen. A lot of magics have a limitation and some of the people here either broke that limit or found a way around the limit. My limit is majorly affected by my body and whether or not my heart can handle the added fatigue.

There exists a thing called the Magician or Sorceror's Laws. People without the capacity to use magic have stronger bodies to be able to compete in a world where magic is plentiful.

Dad had a magical affinity, but Mom didn't. I inherited the Ability from my mother but I still can use magic which makes it so much harder for me to be able to use the ability as efficiently as her.

But like most powers, there is just more to it. Psychokinesis isn't just moving objects just through mental fortitude, I am pretty sure there is a lot more to it. She then shuts her eyes tightly pressing her palms against her temple.

I phase back as I ask, "Can't do it?"

"Probably going about it the wrong way," she then shakes her head. "Thanks. I was curious to see if I could do it."

"No problem," I flash a quick smile which she returns with a nod.

Stretching her arms behind her back. "You did disappear for the majority yesterday, heard that some of the other years tend to pick on the Champions to feel better about themselves. You okay? Nothing terrible happened to you?"

I scoff. "I don't even know how to begin."

"That bad?"

I lift my shoulders. "I guess I probably lucked out, I didn't get someone that hates my guts but there might be a few people out there that would love to take me down a couple of notches for daring to keep my head high."

"As it usually is. Just give it a bit and they'll find a way to find something about you that is worth disliking."

"Usually works like that, doesn't it?"

She gives me a firm nod. "In my experience, yes."

I have a feeling that there are going to be a few people around here who might just hate me or my guts. Maybe my attitude might just be terrible even though I am pretty laid back in most situations. I already have a few candidates lined up.

She then asks, "Know how all of this works?"

I shake my head, "Not really."

"Asked the few professors that were around,"—she crosses her arms as she picks her words—"we all work on a star system which just summarises your use, skill level, and estimated strength. They use this system to give us clearance into certain areas on campus and missions."