Art had already resided in Silver Dragon Academy's campus 3 years. And so in reality, it was not a case of 'new school,' per se, but rather 'new student.' And so he confidently descended from his mountain peak, his white robes fluttering around his slim body. He had yet to receive the traditional white and silver school uniform, and so he simply decided to wear his normal hanfu-esque robes of pure snow white silk with light blue trim along the edges and a light blue belt with small tassels hanging off one side. The robe loosely clung to his body, the belt around his narrow waist outlining his seductive figure. He lithely ran down the mountain in large, graceful steps, looking almost to float above the rocky slope, heading towards the courtyard in front of the administrative building where the opening ceremony for new students was to be held.
The usually pristine white courtyard was now filled with nervously chattering disciples, anxiously waiting for the headmaster to arrive and start the ceremony. Even as elite geniuses in their own right, the new students were still filled with awe and trepidation at the thought of imperious, oppressive campus and the thought of the rumored rigor of the education at Silver Dragon Academy. Of course, not all students expressed this nervousness. Many maintained a calm, arrogant facade, most of them the children of powerful cultivation families with a large background. Only a select few, however, truly did not feel any nervousness. These were the true elite students chosen to attend Silver Dragon Academy, who would likely become core students of the school in the future, and then pillars of their entire generation. Other students cast timid glances at these students, in particular three dazzling existences that stood out amongst the crowd.
One was a darkly brooding male, with long dark hair and a pale complexion who emanated an air of evil and maliciousness. His name was Kane Orin, a famous figure amongst the younger generation of the United States known for his ruthless temper and shocking power over the element of darkness, a rare and tricky element to fight. His heavy gaze caused all it fell upon to cower in fright. Fleeting whispers could be heard throughout the crowd as blushing girls and scowling males glanced at him, saying things such as "I heard he scored second best in the entrance examination, his score rivaling even the greatest genius from last year," or "Isn't that that despicable shadow cultivator said to ruthlessly kill others for the slightest offense? What's he doing in a prestigious academy like Silver Dragon?" Both groups, however, immediately turned away in fright when Kane's gaze swept over them, a small smirk tugging the corners of his lips.
The second figure was a captivatingly beautiful young girl, with long slightly wavy blond hair an enchanting, vibrant green eyes. She had a warm and gentle yet confident smile on her moist pink lips, a dazzling gleam in her eyes as sauntered over towards a certain man, her dainty hands placed above her narrow purple robe clad hips. Even more whispers could be heard about her, as the crowd marveled at her beauty and the strength she must possess to rank third in the entrance exam. Her name Lydia Fior, and similar to Kane, she came from a powerful cultivation family that had strong ties to the US government. Both she and Kane had their powerful gazes fixed one young man standing proudly in the center of the courtyard.
Before even seeing him, one could feel the shocking presence radiating from the young man, his aura burning with strong pride and vigor. A ring of space was maintained around him, the crowd gazing in adoring awe at him but feeling unworthy of approaching him. He had short blond hair, pushed app and slightly to the side of his face, and magnetic green-gold eyes that radiated an intense warmth and life. A strong, tall nose stood proudly above full, pink lips, which were slightly parted to reveal even white teeth. His chiseled jaw line and strong brow gave him an unmatched look of handsome masculinity, different to Art's more refined and stunningly beautiful features. Although not quite as handsome as Art, the man's powerful and masculine aura, coupled with his soothing baritone voice and heart-stopping green eyes were equally attractive. He had a strong, muscular body and golden tanned skin; he was tall and muscular but not an ounce of fat could be found on him, his body reminiscent of the statues of ancient greek gods with his defined pecs and abs, broad shoulders and back, and thickly muscled legs and calves. Men and women alike stared, awestruck, at the man and his gorgeous body, drool dripping down the corner of their mouths. He sported tight black jeans, and a loose, thin almost to the point of being transparent, light red shirt that perfectly showed off his straight, muscular legs and offered tantalizing glimpses of his defined six pack as he moved.
Random student: "Th...That...Soren Gerra...the top ranker of the entrance exam..." *faints directly*
Random student: "pant.. pant"
Other Random Student: "He..He... those arms..those legs...that face...so...so hooooot.." *collapses to the ground*
These reactions continued throughout the salivating crowd, half the students unable to resist the masculine charm of Soran. Kane, on the other hand, stared at him with audibly clenched teeth, a murderous fury raging in his dark eyes as he noticed Lydia staring at Soran with adoration. Fist clenched, he slowly walked towards Soran, fists clenched in jealousy and rage. Soren, feeling his murderous intent turned to face him, a smirk playing across his beautiful lips. This was the scene Art arrived to when he finally made it to the courtyard.
The ensuing confrontation between the two had caused the students around them to back away in fear, creating a large space around the two. It just so happened that Art, unaware of what was happening, arrived to stand right in that open space behind Soran, directly revealing him to the crowd and leading to numerous gasps and exclamations of shock, as well as few more weak hearted students fainting at the mere sight his beautiful countenance.