KingSilver So...so far, the leading vote for headmaster is a hot onee-san...why? I know why, but why? I'll wait about 2 or 3 more days just to see if it changes, but y'all need some help.
Boreas POV
The air buzzed with excitement as students and faculty alike gathered within the grand courtyard of the Lucille Magic Academy. Banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, their vibrant colors adding to the festive atmosphere. I stood among the throngs of eager faces, my heart pounding with anticipation as I awaited the opening ceremony of the academy's prestigious youth program.
At the front of the crowd, the academy's esteemed director stepped forward, his voice ringing out clear and strong as he addressed the assembled students. He talked something about pride and optimism, promising a year of discovery, learning, and growth...etc.
But before he could finish his speech, a deafening explosion ripped through the air, cutting him off mid-sentence. The ground shook beneath our feet as chaos erupted, screams and shouts filling the courtyard as panic spread like wildfire before everyone ran for safety.
"Right, I forgot about this cliche, the occasional terrorism."
"You're not going to run?" Mari asked
"I'm joining this program to impress and to get a sponsor, right? This is where I'll impress everyone with my heroism."
"You just want to meet the queen."
"Well, she's a 20-year-old who looks very hot based on the paintings. Being a queen at 20 is great, you know."
"That's because her brother died, she became queen only because the king's next eldest son was younger than her, and even then, the current queen was 12 when she came into power, she's also mostly a symbol as her relatives actually do most of the work, that's not impressive. And she's a divorced woman, not many people want that."
"Do I look like I care? Besides, her divorced husband is a 46-year-old man, who was also her 2nd cousin, and they married only to help scare the opposition when she first rose to that position. She's fair game now."
"I'm not going to argue with you, what do you want to do?"
"Find the culprits."
Pushing through the panicked crowd, I made my way to a higher vantage point, scanning the chaos below with a sense of urgency. People were running in all directions, their terrified screams echoing in the air, but amidst the frenzy, I remained calm and focused. I knew better, the other 2 were going to be saving the people and they'll get the medallion of honor...wait...isn't that the better way of meeting the queen?
Well, too late. As I surveyed the scene below, my eyes narrowed in on hooded figures with similar clothing blending in within the chaos. It was so stereotypical, the terrorists always stood back to witness the destruction, and...there it is...the nods and the slow walk away. Like they could have just teleported away, but nah...though there's also going to be one who's standing on the top of a building far away somewhere.
I then used a binocular that I brought with me to search for him too, and sure enough...he was on top of some clock tower's spire.
The good news is that the early guys are quite weak, but capturing them would still be very impressive.
"Which 3 of em are the weakest?" I pointed to all the culprits
"I'd say those 3." she pointed, "You can't take out one of them."
"Don't worry, take out those 2...just point me to the weakest one, I'll do just fine."
"It's quite scary that I can trust you to be just fine. But the weakest is still a rank 5...the average adult is rank 3. Your mom's limit is in the 2nd rank...you're not even good enough to be in the 1st."
"Thanks for the info, but I'm absolutely going to nail that guy, see you."
3rd Person POV
The hooded figures began to disperse after a while, slipping away into the panicked crowd. Boreas made sure to go after the weakest one as he also went to blend in the crowd.
Boreas maneuvered through the crowd, closing in on his target. As the terrorist reached the outskirts of the courtyard and began to walk with a nonchalant look as he put down his hood, Boreas deliberately crossed his path, feigning clumsiness as he accidentally tripped the unsuspecting terrorist.
With a yelp of surprise, the terrorist stumbled forward, landing face-first on the ground. Before he could recover, Boreas was already by his side, offering a hand in apology.
"Sorry about that," Boreas apologized with a nervous smile, "Here, let me help you up."
"Bah, I don't need your stupid help." the terrorist slapped his hand away as he dusted himself off, "Watch where you're going next time!"
"Sorry!" Boreas apologized profusely and then reached for a packet that's hanging by his belt and offered it, "My mom's a baker and her cookies are delicious, here take it as an apology."
"Tch." the terrorist clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Just leave, my day is already ruined as is."
He then snatched the packet from Boreas' hand and stormed off, eager to put as much distance between himself and the scene of the crime as possible. Boreas then bid him farewell before running off as the terrorist cursed some more under his breath. But he then opened the packet and it smelled so good that he reached for one to treat himself.
And it was delicious, so good that he ate all of it. However, as he bit into the last cookie, his world suddenly went dark as the potent sedative laced with the treat took effect. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground once more, his consciousness slipping away as darkness consumed him.
Boreas then rushed to him and tied him up, but before he pulled the mana and turned him in, he turned to the spire. he waved and winked in that direction even though he couldn't even see that far.
"Impossible...he noticed me?" the man atop the spire asked aloud, "It's either luck or...if not...then it seems that this year's batch is more interesting than I thought..."
KingSilver So...so far, the leading vote for headmaster is a hot onee-san...why? I know why, but why? I'll wait about 2 or 3 more days just to see if it changes, but y'all need some help.
Boreas POV
The air buzzed with excitement as students and faculty alike gathered within the grand courtyard of the Lucille Magic Academy. Banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, their vibrant colors adding to the festive atmosphere. I stood among the throngs of eager faces, my heart pounding with anticipation as I awaited the opening ceremony of the academy's prestigious youth program.
At the front of the crowd, the academy's esteemed director stepped forward, his voice ringing out clear and strong as he addressed the assembled students. He talked something about pride and optimism, promising a year of discovery, learning, and growth...etc.
But before he could finish his speech, a deafening explosion ripped through the air, cutting him off mid-sentence. The ground shook beneath our feet as chaos erupted, screams and shouts filling the courtyard as panic spread like wildfire before everyone ran for safety.
"Right, I forgot about this cliche, the occasional terrorism."
"You're not going to run?" Mari asked
"I'm joining this program to impress and to get a sponsor, right? This is where I'll impress everyone with my heroism."
"You just want to meet the queen."
"Well, she's a 20-year-old who looks very hot based on the paintings. Being a queen at 20 is great, you know."
"That's because her brother died, she became queen only because the king's next eldest son was younger than her, and even then, the current queen was 12 when she came into power, she's also mostly a symbol as her relatives actually do most of the work, that's not impressive. And she's a divorced woman, not many people want that."
"Do I look like I care? Besides, her divorced husband is a 46-year-old man, who was also her 2nd cousin, and they married only to help scare the opposition when she first rose to that position. She's fair game now."
"I'm not going to argue with you, what do you want to do?"
"Find the culprits."
Pushing through the panicked crowd, I made my way to a higher vantage point, scanning the chaos below with a sense of urgency. People were running in all directions, their terrified screams echoing in the air, but amidst the frenzy, I remained calm and focused. I knew better, the other 2 were going to be saving the people and they'll get the medallion of honor...wait...isn't that the better way of meeting the queen?
Well, too late. As I surveyed the scene below, my eyes narrowed in on hooded figures with similar clothing blending in within the chaos. It was so stereotypical, the terrorists always stood back to witness the destruction, and...there it is...the nods and the slow walk away. Like they could have just teleported away, but nah...though there's also going to be one who's standing on the top of a building far away somewhere.
I then used a binocular that I brought with me to search for him too, and sure enough...he was on top of some clock tower's spire.
The good news is that the early guys are quite weak, but capturing them would still be very impressive.
"Which 3 of em are the weakest?" I pointed to all the culprits
"I'd say those 3." she pointed, "You can't take out one of them."
"Don't worry, take out those 2...just point me to the weakest one, I'll do just fine."
"It's quite scary that I can trust you to be just fine. But the weakest is still a rank 5...the average adult is rank 3. Your mom's limit is in the 2nd rank...you're not even good enough to be in the 1st."
"Thanks for the info, but I'm absolutely going to nail that guy, see you."
3rd Person POV
The hooded figures began to disperse after a while, slipping away into the panicked crowd. Boreas made sure to go after the weakest one as he also went to blend in the crowd.
Boreas maneuvered through the crowd, closing in on his target. As the terrorist reached the outskirts of the courtyard and began to walk with a nonchalant look as he put down his hood, Boreas deliberately crossed his path, feigning clumsiness as he accidentally tripped the unsuspecting terrorist.
With a yelp of surprise, the terrorist stumbled forward, landing face-first on the ground. Before he could recover, Boreas was already by his side, offering a hand in apology.
"Sorry about that," Boreas apologized with a nervous smile, "Here, let me help you up."
"Bah, I don't need your stupid help." the terrorist slapped his hand away as he dusted himself off, "Watch where you're going next time!"
"Sorry!" Boreas apologized profusely and then reached for a packet that's hanging by his belt and offered it, "My mom's a baker and her cookies are delicious, here take it as an apology."
"Tch." the terrorist clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Just leave, my day is already ruined as is."
He then snatched the packet from Boreas' hand and stormed off, eager to put as much distance between himself and the scene of the crime as possible. Boreas then bid him farewell before running off as the terrorist cursed some more under his breath. But he then opened the packet and it smelled so good that he reached for one to treat himself.
And it was delicious, so good that he ate all of it. However, as he bit into the last cookie, his world suddenly went dark as the potent sedative laced with the treat took effect. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground once more, his consciousness slipping away as darkness consumed him.
Boreas then rushed to him and tied him up, but before he pulled the mana and turned him in, he turned to the spire. he waved and winked in that direction even though he couldn't even see that far.
"Impossible...he noticed me?" the man atop the spire asked aloud, "It's either luck or...if not...then it seems that this year's batch is more interesting than I thought..."
