Misarre

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Outfit is still the same

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He strides over to me, lowering himself to meet my gaze. I instinctively retreat, feeling a surge of self-consciousness wash over me, uncertain of his intentions.

"Wow...you bear a striking resemblance to them," he remarks, gently patting my head. Caught off guard, I watch as he ambles towards the refreshments, his actions leaving me at a loss for words.

"You know, I never anticipated your parents calling in that favor, but it seems the time has finally arrived," he muses, returning with a drink in hand and settling onto the opposite couch.

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"My parents...are they..." I whisper not wanting to say it, grappling for understanding amidst the sudden revelation. His expression shifts to one of perplexity.

"Honestly, I haven't the foggiest notion of their whereabouts, but rest assured, those old coots are far from dead," he reassures with a chuckle, only to pause at the sight of my concerned expression, his laughter tapering off into an uncomfortable silence.

"Apologies, I realize this is quite overwhelming for you. Shall we start afresh?" he suggests, his tone more composed. I nod.

"I am Headmaster Yok, although I'm sure you're already aware. I'm a longstanding friend of your family. Your parents once saved my life, and I've been indebted to them ever since," he explains, a hint of gratitude coloring his words.

"As for your parents...there's much afoot in their lives. They have pressing matters to attend to, which is why you've been entrusted to my care for the time being," he concludes, his gaze steady and reassuring.

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"So they'll return eventually?" I inquire, a glimmer of hope evident in my voice.

"Without a doubt," he assures, taking a sip of his drink. With his reassurance, the weight of worry lifts, replaced by a flood of relief.

"I heard you were raised far from conventional society, but your parents made sure you received a comprehensive education, correct?" he inquires further.

"Yes, my parents subjected me to an extensive learning regimen," I confirm with a wistful sigh.

"Excellent. Then you should be well-prepared to join us," he remarks, before calling out, "Synthia!" In response, a striking woman enters, bearing a sizable suitcase which she places on the table.

"Everything you require is contained within," she offers, her voice imbued with a soothing warmth.

"Thank you," the Headmaster acknowledges before turning his attention back to me. "This is Ms. Synthia, my assistant and your counselor. Should you require anything, she's here to assist."

I meet Ms. Synthia's gaze as she nods and offers a reassuring smile.

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"I trust this institution will present you with ample opportunities for growth and achievement. I'm certain your parents would be delighted to witness your success," Headmaster Yok declares, his words infused with encouragement. "Oh! I guess I should tell you about how this school works." He says.

"This institution spans five years, dedicated to grooming students into honorable heroes," the Headmaster elucidates. "Here, the sky's the limit for those who invest the effort. To that end, we've instituted a ranking system for each year. As a newcomer, you're part of the black year, equivalent to the first year. Within this tier, students strive to attain ranks ranging from bronze to silver, culminating in the prestigious diamond rank."

"To advance your rank, you'll accrue points from professors, achievements, missions, and tournaments. There may be additional avenues, but I'm confident you'll uncover them in due course," he explains, his tone carrying a weight of experience. With a resigned sigh, he presses on.

"I gather your abilities are unique and you've been cautioned to keep them concealed, correct?" he probes.

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"Yes, my parents cautioned me that my powers could be perilous. While they taught me how to harness them, they also stressed the importance of employing alternative methods," I confirm, retrieving my mother's spell book from my bag.

"This book belonged to my mother. I've only started reading it, but I'm sure I can learn the spells," I say confidently.

"Ah, your mother's tome. I never imagined I'd see it again. She must have placed great trust in you," he remarks with a warm smile. "And what of your proficiency with weaponry?"

"I'm adaptable with any weapon, but my parents entrusted me with this," I reply, summoning forth my spear. The chains unwind from my arm, glowing as they take shape into the formidable weapon.

"And your fathers weapon..." He says with a hint of melancholy. He walks towards me placing a hand on my shoulder. "Take care of the items and cherish them." 

"I will," I affirm, stowing away the weapon and the book.

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"You're a bit tardy to the start of the school year, a week behind schedule. However, given your skills, we've decided to place you in Class 1. Our classes are graded on a scale from 1 to 6, with Class 1 being the most elite, comprising the most esteemed and powerful students. Admission is determined by a battery of physical, mental, and written exams, which all applicants must undergo. Placement is determined by these scores, with Class 1 being reserved for the top percentile."

"Fortunately, you won't need to undergo that process, as your parents have already evaluated you," he explains, extending his hand towards Synthia, who conjures a paper seemingly out of thin air and passes it to him.

"Wait, so all that training was their way of evaluating me? And hold on... how could my parents evaluate me? They're not professors," I interject, a mix of surprise and confusion evident in my voice.

"Oh, but they were, once upon a time," he reveals, leaving me stunned.

"Oh. I had no idea," I reply, my expression reflecting my bewilderment. He briefly examines the paper before handing it to me.

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"Here's your schedule for the first term, along with a map of the school. Ms. Synthia will accompany you to your dorm and then to your homeroom. You've missed your first professor's class, but you should make it in time for the second one," he informs.

I study the paper, taking in the details.

Homeroom: Mrs. Teron Classes: Guide to Control, Alchemy 2, Strength training, Astrology, and Fundamentals of Darkness.

"The first three are mandatory for first-years, while the others were elective options. Since you weren't present to choose, I selected based on what I believed would be beneficial. If you're not interested, feel free to make changes next semester," he adds.

"Thank you," I reply, standing up from my seat. "I believe I've got it all sorted out now. I appreciate your guidance and hospitality."

"No problem at all. Best of luck, and remember, I'm here if you need anything," he responds warmly, a smile gracing his lips.

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"Shall we?" Ms. Synthia interjects, grabbing the suitcase and heading towards the door.

"Yes," I confirm with a nod, heading towards the door and pulling the handle. As we step into the hall, I can't help notice Ms. Synthia's beauty; she's truly stunning.

The moments roll by as we walk until...

"I should mention..." Ms. Synthia interjects, breaking my reverie.

"The students here can be...well...unpleasant," she says hesitantly.

"Unpleasant?" I inquire, seeking clarification.

"Yes...Despite our efforts to foster an environment of equality, the hierarchy persists. Some families with more influence have children who...uh...exhibit challenging behaviors," she explains carefully.

"So, the kids are assholes?" I ask bluntly.

"Yes," she confirms, then hastily covers her mouth. "I mean, not exactly... They just struggle with being amicable," she corrects herself hastily. I can't help but laugh at her embarrassment. 

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"It's ok to be honest, I know your trying to be professional, but I'm not from around here and have no intention on calling you out." I say giving her a thumbs up. 

"Oh, alright... thank you," she whispers softly. "Here we are." We reach the dormitory, and she graciously opens the door.

I stand there, utterly stunned, taking in every detail of the room before me, rendered speechless by the sight.

"Are you coming in?" Ms. Synthia's voice breaks through my reverie, already inside the room.

"Oh, uh, yes, sorry," I mutter incomprehensibly, still overwhelmed. "This... This is mine?" I stammer, disbelief evident in my voice.

"Indeed it is. Whose else would it be?" she replies, tilting her head quizzically.

"Does every room look like this?" I inquire.

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"No, just yours. Each room is enchanted to cater to the preferences of its owner. Your mother had a penchant for astrology," she explains.

"Wait... This was my mom's room?" I blurt out, realization dawning.

"Yes. It remained untouched over the years due to the lack of students, but it's preserved until a new owner claims it," she confirms handing me a gold key.

"I'm keeping it exactly as it is. It's incredible to think this was my mom's," I express, a mixture of awe and gratitude coloring my words. She smiles and places the suitcase down. 

"Alright, you'll need to get dressed quickly, your uniform and anything else you need is in here." She taps the top of the suitcase. "The second class will begin soon. I'll be waiting outside whenever you're ready," she announces, stepping out of the room and gently closing the door behind her.

Chapter 5 End