アンコール | "I got roped into... becoming an idol." Finn sighed in defeat.
Rayne blinked once, twice, and even thrice. He tilted his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "You're going to be a what now?"
After graduating from Easton Magic A...
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CHAPTER I < Finn Ames and his Jobless Career > 《 Stumbling into Stardom Arc 》
"CONGRATULATIONS, graduates of Easton Magic Academy!" Whalberg's voice rang out, brimming with pride.
"Congrats, everyone!" Finn said, beaming at his friends.
They had just completed their final year and looking back, it felt like the years had flown by. Those years were filled with bizarre adventures, friends, and foes who were anything but ordinary. But recently, Finn had realized that these quirks were just a part of who they were—perhaps that's what made his friends special.
Everyone launched their toga caps into the air, finally free from the chains of endless studying.
But one cap got a little too ambitious. It shot up so high it punched right through the ceiling, sending cracks and rubble tumbling down like confetti.
"Graviole!" Lance yelled, waving his wand as the debris began to float—because who doesn't love a little stadium renovation on graduation day?
"Wait!" Dot suddenly leapt up, spotting more debris. "There's more, Lance!" He pointed his wand and yelled, "Explomb!" at the falling chunks... only to make things worse by creating an even bigger crack in the ceiling.
"Idiot—!"
Finn called out, "Changeas!" Suddenly, all the debris disappeared, falling in the corner of the room where no one was near. The second line on his face remained—that's what he had been working on with Kaldo during his final years at Easton.
He darted his eyes around, worried someone might've gotten hurt. "Is everyone in one piece? If anyone got injured, I can heal you up..." To his relief, everyone was fine—the only damage was to the stadium ceiling.
"Oh. My bad," Mash mumbled, casually waving his hand as if this sort of thing happened all the time.
Lemon looked at his muscles, treading if any dust got into him, "It's alright, Mash-kun~!"
"It's anything but alright," Lance grumbled, cracking his knuckles and eyeing the red-haired troublemaker and the black-haired menace. "I'm about two seconds away from turning both of you into target practice."
"Whoa, whoa! I'm here to graduate, not sign up for your personal beatdown session!" Dot yelped, backing away while waving his wand defensively as if they weren't in a fucking stadium of graduating students.
Whalberg sighed, rubbing his temples as he watched the chaos unfold. "Maybe it was a mistake to let them graduate."
Finn stood there, hoping to disassociate himself from the four other weirdos he calls 'friends.' Yeah, scratch what he said earlier, these guys are crazy!
