The brown-haired Xeonith was getting changed in his room after a morning training session – the second and third years had no lectures since the past few days in order to give them some time to practice before the mandatory duels.
Xeonith was the transcended earth magician with as much mana as an average light magician – although the duels should have no actual stakes and were just a teaser of what the students will have to face in their adulthood at some point, he couldn't allow himself to just take it easy and make some silly mistake.
He carried the title of the pride of all earth magicians.
The brown-haired boy had a lot of eyes not only in the academy but from the outside carefully following his every step.
For magicians, their attribute was always something they were proud of to the point of putting strong individuals on the pedestals like some idols or deities.
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