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5th Period, Monday.
Jack Riddle sat in his Modern Magic class with his eyes closed. Unlike how he used to do so in order to sleep with his head on the desk, this time he was sitting with his back straight as if made from steel and was deep in meditation.
He recalled this week from his former life better than any other. It was the week where their magic teacher, Mr. Samson was placed on leave due to suffering an injury outside of work.
Oh, it was also the week he died.
At least, that was how it had gone the first time. His circumstances were now astronomically different. He was not the timid pushover he had once been, but was instead a mighty Mage Emperor who created and destroyed empires as he willed.
Over the past month, his strength had grown in leaps and bounds and had become incomparable to before. The raw magic power raging through his veins was enough to overwhelm even the wealthiest and most talented Grade 12 Seniors who were about to graduate.
His raw magic force couldn’t be compared to mages who had completed their first Mana Ring, but his magic knowledge and experience gave him an overwhelming superiority even against official mages.
In two days time, Alan West and his cronies would call him out to an abandoned underpass before bombarding him with jolt and other spells in to play with their new wands.
Jack truthfully could not care for what he considered children, even though they had killed him once. This had occurred over a thousand years ago in his memories.
Upon reawakening with all his memories of a Mage Emperor, he had even left school as he was capable of reaching far greater heights by not being constrained by the low level knowledge taught in class. Magic he wouldn’t even bother teaching toddlers.
No matter how powerful he was though, he still required money.
This brought him to the girl sitting next to him in Modern Magic class and the reason he was forced to return to this institution.
Charlotte Frost.
An extremely beautiful girl with silvery hair and an extremely high aptitude for magic that impressed even him, a talent that dwarfed everyone else he had seen in this school. It was a shame her potential was wasted by being taught inefficient and lackluster knowledge.
Jack had saved the life of her father, the CEO of Frost ManaTech who had fallen into the plot of a rival CEO. He had been inflicted with an incurable degree of mana poisoning and had half a foot in the grave when Jack arrived to save him.
Deeply fond of his savior, despite his poor background, he employed the reborn Mage Emperor to serve as his daughter’s bodyguard.
Charlotte was extremely unhappy with this arrangement and frequently argued with him, especially considering her father had arranged for Jack to move in and have the two live together in her condo.
Sitting in class with his eyes closed in meditation, Jack was absorbing raw mana and cycling it through his body via his Mana Art when he felt a powerful disturbance shake his mind.
Furrowing his brows, he opened his eyes that almost seemed to glow like two emeralds in the sunlight. He focused his sight on the doorway where Helena and Senna had just entered the classroom from.
Helena, the gorgon, was someone he knew about and paid little mind to. A full grown gorgon’s petrification gaze could be troublesome to deal with for an ordinary mage, but not for him. Senna was different however, his mind instantly rocking in shock upon seeing her.
He could tell that the other students were unaware of it, but he was fully aware of exactly what kind of creature she was.
She was a fae that had deviated from the light and had fallen into sin, an irreversible degeneration that would eat away at their soul until it fully consumed them. By that point, they would become the pure incarnation of that sin, entirely losing any and all sense of self.
Fallen fae endlessly consumed humans and other supernatural creatures, growing stronger the more they consumed. The longer they were left alone, the more powerful they became and the more damage they did.
Eventually, they would consume more than their bodies could hold, resulting in an explosion of mana that would erase anything from a neighborhood to an entire city, depending on where their limit lay.
Jack could immediately tell that this fae girl had fallen into the most common, and easiest to artificially induce, sin.
Wrath.
He couldn’t detect her mana, as she seemed to keep it entirely suppressed within her body, but he held absolute certainty that it was as chaotic as the nature of her existence.
He faintly recalled that this girl had joined their school just before he died originally, but he only saw her a couple of times and never realized what she truly was.
Senna sent an annoyed look at the boy in the Modern Magic classroom who was glaring at her with a palpable hostility.
He sat with an immaculate posture, his back as straight as a steel beam, and seemed to stand out from the rest of the students like an emperor among peasants.
She lightly sniffed the air with a mildly confused expression. He had a puzzling scent to him that smelt like blood, but at the same time didn’t smell like blood.
There just happened to be two seats free next to where Jack was sitting which Helena quickly led the fae girl to occupy.
Even though the magic teacher was away, another teacher joined the class just to do the roll call and monitor the students.
Considering it was the end of the school year, the students’ self study session quickly became a socializing session.
The supervising teacher, an old gentlemen whose head was becoming more barren by the day, used the time to flick through and grade tests on his e-ink tablet. He didn’t care what the students did, merely dragging his teacher’s material out of the tablet and onto the teacher’s desk, which also lit up a holographic display just off the surface of the table.
Jack Riddle closed his eyes and appeared to be deep in meditation, but Senna was becoming more and more annoyed that his attention was fixed upon her.
In the small courtyard garden behind their store, which was shared with the tenant downstairs, Thomas and Senna stood opposite one another beneath the ancient blue jacaranda tree.
Deep violet flower petals littered the courtyard and small garden centered around the tree, covering the aged stone pavers and faded brick retaining wall around it.
“Huuuu~~”
Senna regulated her breathing while standing in a martial arts pose with one hand pressed forward. She was no longer in her school clothes but had exchanged them for a much more comfortable and easy to move in set of clothing.
Her shorts not only showed off her legs, but were light and allowed for a full range of movement without restricting her.
Her black hoodie however was more a choice by preference than having any particular effect. The evening sun was still warm but the temperature didn’t seem to bother the demi-fallen fae in the slightest. He had tied her hair up in a pony tail behind her head, fully exposing her face and ears, but also preventing it from getting in the way.
She changed poses several times in slow motion as she conditioned herself.
Thomas stood opposite her with his obsidian soul spear casually resting on his shoulder, his entire body glowing with a white aura as he channeled soul force through his pseudo meridian system that imitated cultivators.
“How was your first day at sch-”
Thomas chuckled and opened with some small talk, but Senna dashed forward and cut him off mid-sentence. She attacked with a standard palm thrust aimed at below his sternum, but Thomas moved like a ghost and deflected her hand with the shaft of his spear.
“Very well, let’s get straight to it then~”
Thomas spun his spear and launched a diagonal-downward strike at her shoulder in a counter attack. Senna wasn’t to be underestimated as she was extremely light on her feet, opting to dodge the attack and counter Thomas’ counter.
His skill with the spear was an impenetrable defense, seemingly appearing from nowhere, and sometimes actually from nowhere as he would unsummon and then summon it again to catch her off guard.
They underwent a grand battle of tactics as Senna did her best to close the distance between them while Thomas tried to increase the distance.
Senna dodged some attacks, deflected others, and several she directly blocked the blade of his spear with her bare skin.
She favored palm strikes, but she would also turn her hand into a claw grip and use her nails as weapons when she could. In an attempt to knock Thomas off balance, she also targeted his lower half with leg sweeps, sometimes using the power in her legs to try and break through his guard as well.
Her movements were as swift as the wind, whilst her attacks struck like lightning.
Thomas was not to be outdone, constantly taking distance from her as the two danced around the small courtyard. Sometimes he would even knock her off balance and go on the offense with his spear and the occasional hand-to-hand attack.
The sweeps of his spear would stir up the jacaranda flower petals around the courtyard and constantly blind Senna but sweeping them across her face. Despite being physically weaker than her while in a vessel, he always seemed to steps ahead and controlled the flow of the fight.
Even though the courtyard was not particularly large, Thomas swung his large spear around unhindered, even using large sweeping strikes whenever he knocked Senna back to keep her suppressed temporarily.
If one were to look closer at this sparring battle however, they would see that Thomas was actively holding himself back, targeting the flaws in her martial arts and forcing her to improve.
Senna was also restraining herself by not using magic to strengthen her body. This was so that the two could continue to train together, or Thomas train Senna, even after she became capable of strengthening herself to far beyond what Thomas could for his vessel.
Eventually, one of Senna’s attacks, a hand stab aimed at between his eyes, slipped passed his guard and her razor sharp nails were about to pierce his skin.
Thomas unsummoned his soul weapon and threw his hands up in the air.
“I surrender!”
The cheesy grin on his face provoked the fae girl enough that even though she stopped her attack, she still punched him square in the face, shattering his nose.
“Hey! I surrendered!” Thomas spoke in anguish while crouching down covering his face with his hands.
“You were being annoying.”
Senna mercilessly rebutted without caring for him.
Thomas quickly rearranged his nose until it was good as new before taking a seat on the brick retaining wall around of the courtyard garden. The old blue jacaranda provided a refreshing scent whilst also providing shade.
“Tell me how your day at school went. Did you get any investigation on the missing boy done.”
“There was nothing suspicious, but it has only been one day.”
“We will need to find him fast if he we are hoping he is still alive.”
Thomas looked up and released a long sigh only for a jacaranda flower petal to drift into his mouth and choke him, resulting in a fit of coughing before a sleuth of complaints.
Senna rolled her eyes while in disbelief that this was the person who could drive her into a corner with his spearmanship. It only reaffirmed her belief that when he was not being serious, he was completely useless.
“Then go jump in that space crack and look inside of it.”
“I already tried, but whatever that tear is, it is intangible to even me. If I can’t get through it, I doubt a living person could.”
Senna put on a thoughtful expression before she proceeded to tell Thomas about her day of events at school.
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