Y/n is a young dragon slayer that has a special ability he can use any kind of magic if he learns it. His dragon slayer magic is called God dragon slayer since a god has limitless abilities. He's taken in by a special person to learn more about his...
The night had draped Ranoa in a shroud of enchantment as Y/n and Rudeus made their way towards the grand ball. The academy shimmered with the soft glow of lanterns and the distant melody of minstrels, creating an atmosphere that promised a night of revelry.
Y/n, dressed in attire befitting the occasion, walked alongside Rudeus, who adjusted his sleeve on the military ceremonial garb, with an air of refined elegance. The cobblestone path seemed to echo with the anticipation of the grand ball, and the scent of blooming flowers lingered in the night air.
"So, Y/n," Rudeus began, his voice carrying a curious undertone, "tell me more about the adventures you've had recently. I've heard whispers of monsters and mysterious escapades."
Y/n chuckled, his eyes reflecting the memories of battles fought and victories earned. "Ah, you've been keeping your ear to the ground, Rudeus. Well, we did have a run-in with some rather unfriendly creatures on our latest quest. Elsie and I, who were the only ones going for that quest, faced challenges that tested our bond."
Rudeus raised an eyebrow, genuine interest lighting up his gaze. "Monsters, you say? What kind of creatures dared to cross paths with the formidable Y/n and his adventurous redhaired swordsmaster?"
Y/n grinned, recalling the thrill of the recent encounter. "A pack of shadowy wyverns, lurking in the depths of the enchanted forest. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly menace, and their scales shimmered like obsidian in the moonlight. It was a battle that required both skill and teamwork." None of which was missing between the two that had experienced many battles, some of which were won barely with their lives in takt, the last one leaving Y/n scarred across his left pectoral.
Rudeus nodded, his expression a mix of admiration and shared curiosity for their same line of work. "Wyverns, indeed. A formidable adversary. How did you and Elsie manage to overcome such mystical creatures?"
As they walked, Y/n delved into the tale of the wyvern encounter, recounting the strategic maneuvers, the precision of Elsie's dance like fighting with the sword, and the magical smell of adrenaline in the air. Rudeus listened intently, absorbing the details of a night filled with the thrill of adventure.
The conversation flowed seamlessly, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and the camaraderie forged in the crucible of battle. As they approached the grand ball venue, the enchanting strains of music wafted through the air, inviting them into a realm of elegance and celebration.
As Y/n and Rudeus entered the grand ball, their eyes met those of their respective dance partners. Elsie, radiant in her white gown and gloves with small black accents, and Heine with her winered gown, exuding an air of royal grace. The medieval hall, adorned with tapestries and flickering candles, seemed to welcome them into a night of magic and joy.
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The friends exchanged smiles, bows and curtsies. Knowing that beyond the grand balls floor lay a world brimming with tales waiting to be told, adventures yet to be embarked upon. In the heart of Ranoa, the grand ball unfolded like a chapter in a story, promising moments of laughter, shared secrets, and the enchantment of unexpected adventures yet to come. Elsie let her gaze move between the two. "The two of you are probably hungry, we should head over to the banquet nearby."
