It was daytime.

Some students were running on a large field used for outdoor training.

"Run, run! Good physical condition is crucial for good health."

Everyone was running, some on the verge of fainting. It was the first week, and the students still had to choose their subjects carefully, so they were trying out the introductory classes taught by the professors. For that reason, most of the students studying magic decided while running not to continue attending Professor Anter Melik's classes.

The professor, who was almost two meters tall and robust, wore white clothes with black stripes on the sides. He also ran while observing the students' movements and taking notes in a notebook.

When the class ended, some students were vomiting, others were crawling. Only the aspiring warriors or swordsmen were in better condition.

Among them was Arian, who held Mina's right arm and had his left hand on her waist as he led her to the shade of a tree.

"I told you it would be a difficult class, Miss Capriarnis," said Arian, whose breathing was a little ragged, although he looked like he could run a little longer.

Arian handed Mina a container of water and then drank from another container.

"I'm surprised they assigned you to class B. Your physical condition is outstanding."

"They said I'm a warrior in the first spiritual core, which is only at the middle level," Arian replied calmly.

"Doesn't that bother you?" Mina asked as she tried to use her remaining magic to relieve her fatigue.

"No, it doesn't bother me." When I found out that I had reached the middle level of the first spiritual core, I was excited. I had very few resources to strengthen myself, so my current level is a great achievement. I will take advantage of this opportunity," Arian added with determination.

Mina just shook her head and decided not to contradict him.

...

The two had seen each other again on the day they entered the Alexandrian Academy. Arian was going to give her half of his coins as compensation, but she told him that she didn't care about his past. That was one of the reasons why he agreed to serve her for a year. The other reason was that she offered to pay him a few coins a week or provide him with the resources or materials that the Academy required.

When Arian entered the Academy, many students turned away or looked at him with contempt upon hearing the surname Tariont. However, when Miss Mina backed him up, the rest of the students simply decided to turn away so as not to get into trouble with the Capriarnis family.

"You're not taking this class, right?" Arian asked Mina.

Mina reached out her hand to Arian, and he helped her up.

"You heard the professor. These conditions are necessary for good health. Maybe I can stay beautiful for a long time," Mina replied, smiling confidently.

Arian just followed her as they walked toward the professor.

The professor, with tanned skin, brown hair, and gray eyes, handed a note to some students he considered outstanding. The note indicated the best diet they should follow based on the training regimen they would carry out to enhance their qualities.

Arian took a note that the professor handed him, and Mina surprisingly also received a note despite being a magician.

"See, not everyone is blind like you. Talent stands out," Mina said smugly.

Arian smiled as he remembered how he had to help her a few minutes earlier so she could escape the heat of the sun under the shade of a tree.

They both thanked the professor for the notes he gave them and then headed to the next class to see the different options the Academy offered.

••••

Two months later.

Two hours before sunrise.

At one of the closed-door training camps.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Mart fires spiral-tipped blades, one after another.

Meleic uses his powerful scimitar to deflect or block Mart's blades.

Despite his low rank compared to Mart and Meleic, Moraf remains enthusiastic and takes advantage of the openings created by Meleic to rush towards Mart using his demonic energy.

Moraf did not waste his demonic energy by throwing demonic cuts; on the contrary, he preferred to use it to power his movements and coat his dark blue sword.

Moraf's sword compensated somewhat for the difference in rank.

Bang!

Moraf cut through one of Mart's barriers, but Mart created a ball of pressurized air which he threw at Moraf.

Moraf managed to cut through the ball of air, but it drove him back, and he knew that was fatal when facing a mage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Bang!

Several blades with spiral-shaped tips stopped inches away from Moraf, but one of Marr's barriers was destroyed by Meleic's scimitar.

Meleic launched a powerful demonic energy slash at Mart.

Mart, for his part, created a blade of concentrated demonic energy using almost half of his demonic energy and fired it after using his concatenated demonic spells.

Both powerful attacks collided and exploded, causing a shockwave that shook the closed training ground.

Moraf was delighted to be able to train with two such talented and powerful seniors.

The residual demonic energy dispersed.

Both demons stared at each other, both having retreated. Mart and Meleic had faced each other several times during training, and although Mart did not use his entire repertoire of spells, he considered Meleic Asfent a worthy rival, whom he wanted as an ally.

"Let's call it a day. As I always say, don't talk about what happened during training outside these doors," Mart said in a relaxed tone.

"I understand, don't worry about it," Meleic walked over to some benches, sheathed his scimitar, and then stored it in his demon ring.

"You two are very powerful," Moraf said with some enthusiasm, then drank some water.

"You're in your first year, and you also have promising talent. Today you even managed to destroy one of my demonic barriers and dispel one of my spells using your sword while keeping the amount of demonic energy you used under control. You know how to manage your resources well in battle. I think you'll go far." Mart praised Moraf to motivate him to keep improving.

Moraf looked at Meleic because Meleic was a swordsman like him.

"Yes, he's right," Meleic replied to Moraf's expectant gaze and then lifted the lid of a container to drink a demonic potion.

While Moraf continued talking to Meleic, asking him for advice, Mart thought about the dream in which Moraf died at the hands of Arian.

"How did you attain such power? In my case, I cannot deny the influence of the system, and the same system has influenced my partners. But he is only at the peak of the third rank; and when he faced Arian, his level must have been in the seventh rank or perhaps the eighth. Could it be because of the power of his lineage?" Questions arose in Mart's mind, but since he had to attend classes, he said goodbye to Moraf and Melic to return to his room and prepare for the day's classes.

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