I woke up at 9 the next morning feeling a bit sore and tired. My chest was still a bit red from getting kicked yesterday but apart from that I was fine. After a quick shower, I changed into my proper school uniform and went to the cafeteria. Compared to yesterday, it was completely filled with students and the noise was deafening as they talked in excitement.
After a quick breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon for the exorbitant fee of 600 credits reduced to 300 after chatting up the service woman, I left.
Deep in thought about the incident last night, I followed the crowd of people to the auditorium, which was a large theater that could hold up to 10,000 people at once.
Even though this was an opening ceremony for the first years, all students of every year were seated to watch the events as this was the kick-off for the new school year. Even here, the separation of students was clear with white uniforms in the front and black uniforms in the back. I quickly slipped into a random seat at the very back and gazed around curiously. Although I could see the stage clearly, there was a hologram projection of the stage as well.
At 10 am on the dot, the theater dimmed and spotlights shone on the stage. I watched curiously as about 10 people I assumed were professors lined up on the stage including the two I had met yesterday; Professor Silas Grande and Professor Rebecca Lee. The professors were all dressed in unique ways with no noticeable uniform among them. Some wore formal suits while others were in casual clothing. They evenly spaced themselves out on the stage and calmly stared ahead.
The auditorium was momentarily silent, and then a woman with long golden blonde hair reminiscent of a lion's mane walked in front of them. She could be considered a beauty as she was tall and fit and her face had fine features. Dressed in a simple black shirt and brown skirt, she carried an oversized sword with a red sheath across her back. Her ruby-red eyes were sharp and she gave off a fierce aura as if she would slice up anybody who crossed her.
When she arrived by the podium and began speaking, although I saw no speakers, it sounded as if she was standing right in front of me. Magic I suppose.
"Hello class of 3034, my name is Helen Lionheart, Hero rank 155. I'm the current Dean of First High Magic Academy and will be in charge of your brats this year and plan on whipping you all into shape along with your professors. I want you to know that I only value strength and individual talent. If you don't plan on training to be the strongest or don't have the talent to do so, you can get the hell out of my school. Your tuition will be refunded and we can send you to any school of your choice. Any takers?"
She glanced around with her sharp eyes focusing especially on the students wearing black uniforms.
Seeing that nobody raised their hands, she snorted, "That's unfortunate. Just know that I plan on culling the weaklings that just waste the time and resources of the talented professors and students so prepare yourselves." The red eyes glanced around coldly, and I could hear some students gulp while whispering nervously.
"What a fucking loser." I simply snorted to myself while looking ahead.
"Now to inspire some of you talentless bastards, let me introduce you to the top students of the new class. The most talented students of your generation. You should aspire to be like them as they will surely do great things in the future. Lionel Lionheart Rank 1. Solomon Nova Rank 2. Evelynn Isolde Rank 3. Please come forward."
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