Magi: The School of Magic

Fresh Start (Hakuryuu x Judal)

"Sup."

"My name's Judal."

It was a fresh start of another school year in Magi Academy, and it's not a surprise to me that there are a lot of new students; I can basically see their Rukh from here.

Before I left the Student council room, Lady Scheherazade, the school headmaster, had a grip on my hand, staring daggers. Suddenly confused, I asked what was wrong.

I've never seen her like that at any time before until now. She was always looking calm yet still—

"Hakuryuu-san."

I blinked, my eyes telling her to continue.

"I have a special request for you."

It seemed that I have to tour a student to the school for 'safety'.

Hmph. All the students could do that himself, and I myself is a student council president, so there must be something going on. After all, this school is filled with magic. Thinking about it, this is a great opportunity for the student know that im not a bad person I used to be back then.

Ugh. Thinking about it makes me so nervous.

Looking back at the past, the school is as it is, usually crowded, and most especially, filled with wondrous magic, in which amazed me as a kid. I knew that I had to be in here.

Until one night.

The whole school of Magi Academy was caught by a large fire. Scared and lost, I had to find my siblings and escape the school. I ran and trembled in fear, fire racing through my eyes. My brothers were fighting Al-Thamen back then, but I was still a child. No, I couldn't do anything but cry. Feeling so useless, my brother died, and Hakuyuu and I were the only ones left. Before me, my only loving brother, drenched himself and I with his own blood, dying.

Why? Why was it me who had to see and witness all of this. I uttered a violent rage of cries and saw myself as a disgrace. Soon after the tragedy, My uncle had adopted me in and started my life here in Magi Academy.

I rush down the stairs, approaching the 1st floor of the hall, which I assumed would be empty by now doing the public touring of the new bunch. This guy I'm touring should be lucky and thank full he gets to see me tour professionally—

Wait. I'm getting a little too cocky about this situation here. I'm supposed to tour a dangerous guy, from what I heard from Lady Scheherazade lately.

Reaching first floor, I hustled through the halls and as expected, they were empty. Great, now all I need to do now is—

Oof!

The next thing I knew was I bumped into a guy while running through the halls.

"S-Sorry bou—"

"Watch where you're going, dumbass."

As I looked up, the sight I saw truly had terrified me.

Tremendous amount of Magoi overflowed in his body. Black rukh was all over the place. I had never seen it before in my whole life. Its flow...was like Lady Scheherazade's and Aladdin's.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the person's manners.

The man had appeared to be somewhere the same age as mine, with pale tone and a slender muscular body, and a long, dark braided hair that stretches to his ankles. His red eyes glared at me, waiting for an impression. I don't see him much of a bad person; just a snobby, childish moron.