Arcane of Elementals
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Triton Astarot is a sixteen-year-old boy who has been given the gift of magic. All his life, he wanted to use his talents to slay monsters and become an elementalist - a magic user of the highest title - but that would seem unlikely since only nobles could gain the title, and he was only a commoner
When he entered a knight's challenge, his life then had a quick turn of fate as the knight was actually an instructor at a magic training academy called 'Arcanelock' and was searching for new students to enroll at the academy, so Triton did the obvious choice and accepted the invitation to enroll at the academy.
Now Triton will have to face brutal challenges, which would seem to be harder than he thought as he makes powerful foes and embaks on a quest that'll either save the destruction of the last four kingdoms, or lose his life along with his friends'.
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