After witnessing the fight between Moze and Raze, everyone present clearly understood one thing: Raze could have won effortlessly at any point. He had the strength and ability to end it the moment Moze stepped onto the field, but he had deliberately chosen not to, and there was a significant reason behind it.
Contrary to what some believed, Raze hadn’t merely intended to showcase his impressive magical barrier or intricate circle-casting skills. Instead, he had consciously allowed Moze the opportunity to display his own set of talents in front of their peers.
Moze was one of the academy’s standout students, guaranteed a spot within the top twenty placements in Class A. However, if Raze had decisively ended the battle right at the beginning, others could argue that they had performed better.
Recognizing Moze’s unwavering resilience, his refusal to give up no matter how many times he was knocked down, Raze decided to reward him by letting him demonstrate his true capabilities openly.
“What a remarkable character he is,” Panla observed thoughtfully. “Not only does he possess incredible strength and skill, but he also intentionally allowed Moze to shine, ensuring his advancement to the next assessment.”
“I wonder how many other students in this academy would even consider doing something like that, instead of focusing solely on their own assessment,” Luka said admiringly. “Perhaps it’s simply because Raze is so far beyond the others that he can afford to be generous.”
Redrick scoffed at the sentiment. “Right, sure, in this moment, that seems noble and just, but a mage with that kind of soft-hearted attitude won’t survive out there in the real world. If he’s sent to Central Academy and something serious happens, they’ll walk all over him. He needs grit, backbone, I want to see some real fire in his eyes!”
Principal Wilton nodded slowly, as though he agreed with Redrick’s point, but one thing was undoubtedly certain: Raze would absolutely be attending the Magical Exchange.
The teachers took turns drawing names from magical spheres, calling students forth one by one. Excitement buzzed among the spectators since these were Class A students facing off against each other, leading to some spectacular duels.
Another intriguing detail was how evenly matched the students were, making battles thrilling and dynamic. Yet, as matches continued, the initial excitement gradually dwindled, especially after witnessing Raze’s extraordinary performance. That is, until the next competitor’s name echoed clearly through the air.
“Yolden!”
Yolden leapt eagerly to her feet, pumping her fist confidently. All the practical lessons and intense training with Raze had paid off, she’d done her utmost to improve dramatically. She could feel herself growing into a more capable mage, stronger and sharper. Yet, she knew everyone else had improved as well, leaving them all relatively evenly matched.
‘No matter,’ Yolden thought, her determination unwavering. ‘Whoever I face, I’ll perform well enough to qualify for the Cultural Exchange. I want to stay near him as long as possible. I’ll learn far more by his side.’ Her eyes instinctively glanced toward Raze, her resolve solidifying.
As she stepped onto the battleground, the second name was called out clearly, ringing across the field.
“Safa!”
“Ah…of course, it had to be her,” Yolden sighed inwardly. She wasn’t afraid of facing one of the transfer students, but she’d heard certain rumors about Safa.
Though no one had directly confirmed it, Safa had apparently mentioned Raze several times. The nature of their relationship remained unclear, whether they were lovers, family, or something entirely different was anyone’s guess, and Yolden had never found the right moment to inquire.
And there was another unexpected complication. As soon as Safa gracefully stepped onto the field, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers, predominantly from the boys.
“SAINTESS!” they shouted in unison, their voices booming across the academy grounds.
“It’s the Healing Saintess! Yolden, if you dare harm even one hair on her head, I’ll hunt you down myself!” one boy yelled, red-faced and passionate. “You won’t ever rest easy again!”
The cheers became louder, a chaotic blend of encouragement for Safa and playful threats aimed at Yolden.
“What on earth is happening here?” Liam asked, bewildered. “I think Safa might even be more famous than Beatrix.”
“You guys seriously didn’t know?” Piba interjected casually, having somehow maneuvered himself to sit just above the group of transfer students. “Safa’s become incredibly popular around the whole academy. Students even pick fights just to have a reason to get healed by her. She’s easily the most admired student here.”
The chanting quickly escalated, resonating rhythmically throughout the field: “Saint-ess! Saint-ess!” then stomping had started with every word repeating and the whole place was starting to shake. Some of the mages that were standing on the outside were getting a little worried if their makeshift arena would withstand all of this.
“Do any of you have any idea what’s going on?” Wilton asked, astonished. He was twisting and turning his head trying to get a grasp of it all.
“Diana warned me about this,” Panla admitted. “She mentioned the Light Mage had gained quite a bit of popularity, but I didn’t imagine she meant to this extreme.”
Wilton smiled broadly, delighted by the unprecedented enthusiasm from the students. When was the last time he’d heard such excitement, even if it was primarily over a girl?
“Is there any real point in her taking this assessment?” Redrick questioned impatiently. “She’s a Light Mage; we could easily send her as a symbolic figure to the Central Academy. They aren’t exactly known for their fighting prowess anyway.”
“You’re right, but even Light Mages occasionally face unexpected challenges out on missions,” Wilton countered thoughtfully. “I’d very much like to see something special from her, something that truly distinguishes her from the typical Light Mages at Central Academy.”
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