The teacher gestured for Tim to step forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Extend your hand, Tim," she instructed.
Tim complied, his hand trembling slightly as he extended it before him. The teacher nodded approvingly before addressing the class. "Tim has already demonstrated his proficiency with magic, but now we will focus on refining his skills and teaching him to access and utilize his magic more efficiently."
The students watched with rapt attention as the teacher began her demonstration, her movements precise and deliberate. Ignis leaned forward in his seat, eager to learn from her expertise.
"Feel the energy of the element within you," the teacher explained, her voice steady and reassuring. "Focus on your vital points, and sense the flow of power coursing through you."
The students leaned in, hanging on her every word as she continued. "Once you've connected with the energy, maneuver it from one vital point to another, creating a seamless flow."
"Now, cast your incantation," the teacher prompted, her gaze sweeping over the class. "Manifest the energy into reality with your words."
The class watched in awe as Tim effortlessly conjured a wall of fire, his mastery over the flames evident as they danced and swirled around him like a living entity.
Impressed by Tim's display of control, the teacher offered words of praise. "You are quite gifted in magic," she acknowledged, her voice carrying a note of admiration. "Your core element is fire, one of the most offensive and powerful elements."
Tim beamed with pride at the recognition, his confidence bolstered by the teacher's words.
"Now, most of the students here have never used magic." the teacher continued, her gaze sweeping over the rest of the class, "so, we will assess each of you to determine your core element and provide guidance accordingly."
Ignis fidgeted in his seat, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his changing hair color. As each student was called to the stage, he watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
The teacher assessed the students one by one, guiding them through the process of discovering their core element.
Teacher: "Focus your energy, Sarah. What do you feel?"
Sarah: "I feel a tingling sensation in my fingertips... it's like... a breeze."
Teacher: "Excellent. Your core element is air."
Teacher: "Close your eyes, Michael. Now, what do you sense?"
Michael: "Uh... warmth? Like... a cozy fire."
Teacher: "Well done, Michael. Your core element is fire."
Teacher: "Try to sense the energy, Emily. What do you experience?"
Emily: "It's... cool. Refreshing, almost."
Teacher: "Very good, Emily. Your core element is water."
:Teacher: "Now, Jack, concentrate. What do you perceive?"
Jack: "Um... it's like... a buzzing feeling. Electricity?"
Teacher: "Precisely, Jack. Your core element is lightning."
Student 5: "Focus, Sophie. What do you sense?"
Sophie: "It's... solid. Like... the earth beneath my feet."
Teacher: "Well done, Sophie. Your core element is earth."
Teacher:: "Close your eyes, David. What do you feel?"
David: "Uh... it's warm and... fuzzy?"
Teacher: "Interesting, David. Your core element is light."
Teacher: "Now, Lily, concentrate. What do you experience?"
Lily: "It's... dark. Mysterious, almost."
Teacher: "Very intriguing, Lily. Your core element is darkness."
Teacher: "Try to sense the energy, Thomas. What do you feel?"
Thomas: "Um... it's like... a surge of power."
Teacher: "Impressive, Thomas. Your core element is energy."
Teacher: "Focus your mind, Ethan. What do you perceive?"
Ethan: "It's... wild. Untamed, like a raging storm."
Teacher: "Well done, Ethan. Your core element is storm."
Teacher: "Close your eyes, Olivia. What do you sense?"
Olivia: "It's... elusive. Always moving, never still."
Teacher: "Fascinating, Olivia. Your core element is shadow."
It was Now Ivy's turn,
Ignis wished Ivy luck as she stepped forward for her assessment. Ivy smiled in response, appreciating the encouragement from her friend.
"Raise your hand and feel the energy. Channel it through your vital points," the teacher instructed.
With focus and determination, Ivy began to tap into her magical abilities. As she did, a dazzling array of elemental energy emerged, showcasing her talent.
Whispers of awe rippled through the classroom as students marveled at Ivy's display.
"She's tapping into multiple elements!"
"Remarkable!"
The teacher acknowledged Ivy's extraordinary skill, noting the significance of her Stephanova lineage.
"Your multi-elemental magic is truly exceptional, Ivy," the teacher praised.
Ivy blushed at the recognition, feeling a mix of pride and humility.
Compliments and declarations of admiration filled the air as Ivy's classmates expressed their awe.
Student 1: "That's incredible!"
Student 2: "Dayum"
Student 3: "You're so cool, Ivy!"
Student 4: "Marry me, Ivy!"
Student 5: "Let's go out sometime, Ivy!"
Ignis: (in thought) "Multi-elemental magic... I never expected someone so young..... so beautiful to master it."
Now, it was Ignis's turn to come on the stage, The teacher gestured towards Ignis, signaling for him to step onto the stage.
As Ignis stood up, whispers and snickers erupted around him.
"Look at him, thinking he's some kind of mage," one student jeered. "He's nothing without that ring," another chimed in, eliciting laughter from the group.
"Surviving the wolf was pure luck," a voice sneered. Despite the mocking, Ignis kept his gaze forward, determined to prove them wrong.
As Ignis stepped onto the stage, his heart pounded with anticipation, yet also with apprehension. The teacher's expectant gaze weighed heavily upon him as he raised his hand. With furrowed brows, he tried to channel his focus, but the energy remained elusive.
"You're not concentrating, Ignatius," the teacher's disappointed voice rang out, echoing in the silent classroom. Ignis felt the weight of the class's curious stares bearing down on him, their whispers like a gust of wind in his ears.
"Please, call me Ignis," he implored, his voice barely above a whisper, but the teacher's sharp ears caught it nonetheless. "I'm trying," he continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "But I just can't feel the energy."
Amidst the hushed whispers of the class, a few mocking chuckles began to rise. Ignis clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Quiet!" he finally shouted, his desperation seeping into his words. But despite his efforts, the magic still eluded him, leaving him kneeling in defeat, tears streaming down his cheeks.
As Ignis knelt on the stage, his tears mixing with the humiliation that washed over him, the teacher's soft words reached his ears. "Ignis, please return to your seat," she said gently, her voice a stark contrast to the mocking laughter that filled the classroom.
But Ignis was not ready to retreat, not when his pride and dignity were on the line. With a trembling voice and fiery determination, he cried out, "No! I won't go back! I'll show you all that I can use magic, just like everyone else!"
However, his defiance only seemed to fuel the flames of ridicule. Tim, always quick with a cutting remark, rose from his seat and taunted Ignis mercilessly. "Oh, look at the crybaby," he jeered, his words dripping with scorn. "Surviving the wolf was just a fluke, Ignis. Face it, you're nothing but a weakling."
Ignis's chest tightened with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "Shut up!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion, but Time's mockery only continued, relentless and cruel.
"You're just like your father," Time sneered, his words striking at the heart of Ignis's insecurities. "A traitor to the Tribunal, a disgrace to your family name. At least he was strong, unlike you. Maybe you inherited your weakness from your mother, the one who played the victim card to gain entry into the Tribunal."
The classroom erupted into laughter at Time's cruel jabs, their mocking voices echoing off the walls. Ignis felt the weight of their words like a heavy chain around his neck, each insult a painful reminder of his own inadequacy.
As Ignis rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination, Tim recoiled, his expression turning to one of disgust. "Teacher, can I have a duel with Ignis?" he demanded, his voice dripping with contempt.
The teacher hesitated, her brow furrowed with concern. "I can't allow that," she began, her words interrupted by the sudden entrance of the headmaster.
"I allow it," the headmaster's voice boomed through the classroom, sending shockwaves through the students. All eyes turned to him in surprise and anticipation.
The teacher turned toward the headmaster, her expression one of uncertainty. "But, sir, Ignis doesn't know how to use—"
Ignis cut her off, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I can use magic, and I will fight Tim,"
--
The battle arena stood proudly under the vast expanse of the sky, its towering dome reaching toward the heavens like a beacon of strength and resilience. Bathed in the warm glow of the sun, its elegant curves and intricate design captured the eye, drawing all who beheld it into its majestic embrace.
Surrounding the arena, rows upon rows of seats stretched out in a grand amphitheater, each one eagerly awaiting the spectacle that was about to unfold. The air buzzed with anticipation, excitement coursing through the veins of every spectator as they prepared to witness the clash of titans within.
At the heart of the arena lay the battleground itself, a sprawling expanse of pristine ground awaiting the footfalls of its combatants. Encircled by a ring of gleaming silver, it seemed to pulse with an energy all its own, a silent testament to the countless battles that had been fought upon its hallowed surface.
As the combatants prepared to face off, the arena seemed to come alive with a palpable energy, the air crackling with anticipation and tension. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the spirit of competition and the indomitable will of those who dared to enter its sacred confines.
As Ignis made his way toward the battle arena, a figure clad in the humble attire of a sweeper brushed past him. As he brushed past him, the sweeper used taser on him.
Before Ignis could register the movement, a sudden jolt of electricity coursed through his body, causing him to stagger in shock.
The assailant, masked and anonymous, disappeared into the crowd as swiftly as he had appeared, leaving Ignis bewildered and disoriented in his wake.
Ignis: "Even the workers are bullying me now."
--
Ignis and Tim squared off on the expansive ground of the battle arena, their classmates eagerly filling the seats surrounding them.
Anticipation crackled in the air as the spectators settled in, their expectations split between the hope for a thrilling contest and the anticipation of seeing Ignis suffer defeat.
Among them, the imposing figure of the headmaster observed the unfolding events with keen interest, his presence lending an added weight to the proceedings.
Ignis's body still tingled from the shock of the taser, as the referee's countdown began.
"3... 2... 1... Fight!"
The moment the match commenced, Ignis scanned the arena, searching for any sign of Tim. Suddenly, a sense of impending danger washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine. Before he could react, a shadow loomed overhead, and with a thunderous "BOOM," Tim descended upon him, landing a devastating kick squarely on Ignis's head.
The force of Tim's blow sent Ignis sprawling across the arena floor, his vision swimming as he struggled to regain his bearings. With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, shaking off the disorientation as he focused on his opponent. Tim circled him like a predator, a smirk of confidence playing across his lips as he taunted Ignis with a mocking laugh.
Gritting his teeth, Ignis rose to his feet, his gaze never wavering from Tim's form. Despite the throbbing pain pulsing through his head, a fierce determination burned within him, driving him to continue the fight. With a surge of adrenaline, Ignis launched himself at Tim, his fists flying as he unleashed a flurry of punches in rapid succession.
Tim easily dodged Ignis's attacks, his movements fluid and precise as he danced around his opponent with effortless grace. With each missed blow, Ignis's frustration mounted, fueling his determination to land a hit on his elusive adversary. He pressed forward relentlessly, his focus unwavering despite the growing ache in his muscles.
As Ignis launched another punch, Tim effortlessly dodged aside, a smirk playing across his lips. This time, instead of evading, Tim grinned wickedly and delivered a powerful kick straight to Ignis's face, sending him hurtling through the air in a graceful arc. Ignis felt the weightlessness of flight, his head thrown back as he soared backward, the mocking laughter of the students ringing in his ears.
Midair, as he struggled to regain his bearings, Ignis caught Ivy's gaze, her expression filled with concern and guilt.
Memories flickered through his mind, his mother's loving face contrasting sharply with the absence of his father's image, a void that left him feeling incomplete.
"He left me, He is the reason my life is shit. I will find him and.... I ", Before he could dwell further, gravity seized hold of him once more, and with a resounding thud, Ignis crashed back to the arena floor.
"Fuck it, I will beat him up so bad he will wish for his mother. Damn You, Father."
As he lay there, the taste of defeat bitter on his tongue, Ignis clenched his fists in frustration, his teeth gritted in determination.
Suddenly, he felt his Vital points opening up, the shock from the taser finally wearing off and his Vital points coming back to life.
Ignis pushed himself up from the ground, his gaze meeting Tim's with a defiant glare.
Tim, taken aback by Ignis's sudden resilience, scoffed, "Looks like I hit you too hard, huh? That grin won't save you from getting schooled, kid." With a mocking laugh, he lunged forward once more, ready to continue the battle. But this time, Ignis met his charge head-on,
As Tim closed in, inncanting the words "Lios Mer Herza" with determination Flames erupted from his fist, casting an intense glow in the dimly lit arena. But before he could unleash his fiery attack, Ignis hesitated, drawing back his fist without the incantation.
With a smirk, Tim lunged forward, confident in his imminent victory. But as his fist neared Ignis's face, the air was split by a deafening BOOM.
Tim barely had time to register the shock before he found himself hurtling backward, his eyes widening in terror as he beheld the destruction left in Ignis's wake.
The part of the building behind them lay in ruins, shattered by the force of Ignis's unincanted punch. Tim's face paled as he realized the magnitude of Ignis's power.
"Raise the Glomenator!" Headmaster's voice boomed over the chaos, cutting through the tumult with authoritative command. Instantly, a shimmering barrier materialized around the battle area, encasing it in a protective shield that safeguarded the audience from the cataclysmic forces at play.
Headmaster's laughter echoed through the arena, tinged with a hint of awe and admiration. "I never expected such an attack," he mused.
Tim lay on the ground, his body quivering with a mixture of awe and excitement at the display of Ignis's power. Despite the fear creeping into his bones, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, fueling his resolve. Ignoring the tremors wracking his body, Tim pushed himself up and met Ignis's gaze with determination.
"Let me show you my true self," Tim declared, his voice steady despite the storm raging within him. With a deliberate incantation, "Contempt De Diaso," Tim called forth his inner strength. As the words left his lips, he felt a surge of energy enveloping him, lifting him off the ground.
Molten lava materialized from thin air, swirling around Tim in a fiery embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of the flames grew, casting an eerie glow across the arena. Then, in a breathtaking display of power, Tim propelled himself forward, propelled by the force of the magma, hurtling toward Ignis with relentless determination.
Clad in a suit of molten lava, Tim surged forward with the force of a raging inferno, his every movement fueled by the raw power coursing through his veins. With each step, the ground trembled beneath his feet, echoing the fierce determination driving him onward.
In one fluid motion, Tim conjured a blade of searing lava into existence, its fiery glow illuminating the darkness of the arena. With a resounding clash, he brought the blade down upon Ignis with unyielding force, the air crackling with the heat of their confrontation.
Ignis smirked as he planted his foot firmly on the ground, a silent determination shining in his eyes. With a swift motion, he summoned a swarm of shadows, which surged forward with a menacing intensity.
"Let me crush that pathetic little pride of yours," Ignis remarked, his voice laced with confident defiance.
Tim, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, attempted to evade the encroaching darkness, but found himself ensnared within its grasp.
"Impossible!" Tim exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he struggled against the relentless shadows.
Tim's voice echoed through the darkness, filled with frustration and disbelief.
"Cheater! How can you use two elements at once? You used the wind element, and now the shadows as well? What kind of drugs have you used?" His accusations rang out, punctuated by the desperate struggle against the engulfing shadows.
The air crackled with tension as Ignis ignored Tim's accusations, his focus solely on his target. Manifesting blades with a flick of his wrist, Ignis advanced towards Tim with a determined stride.
"You are finished," Ignis declared, his voice cutting through the eerie silence of the arena.
As Ignis closed in on Tim, the spectators watched in stunned silence, disbelief etched on their faces. Ignis, once unable to wield magic, now stood poised to defeat one of the academy's most formidable students.
Swept up in Ignis's overwhelming presence, Tim felt a surge of fear grip his heart. The shadows enveloping him seemed to tighten their grip, their tendrils piercing his skin as he screamed in agony.
"No! You can't kill me! My father is the headmaster! You can't kill me! Help! Someone save me!" Tim's desperate cries echoed through the arena, his voice filled with terror and desperation.
But Ignis's laughter cut through the chaos, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. With bloodlust gleaming in his eyes, Ignis raised his blade, poised to strike the final blow.
As the blade arced towards Tim's head, the audience held their breath, paralyzed by the imminent violence. But before Ignis could deliver the fatal blow, the Headmaster materialized out of thin air, catching the blade just centimeters from Tim's neck.
"This is enough, Ignis. You have proven your p... **BOOM**
Ignis launched a devastating kick, sending the Headmaster crashing into the wall.
The shockwave of the impact rippled through the arena, leaving the spectators reeling in disbelief. Whispers of disbelief and fear swept through the crowd as they watched the unthinkable unfold before their eyes.
"He's done for. He just kicked the Headmaster in the face. He's going to be expelled," one girl near Ivy murmured, her voice trembling with fear.
As the gravity of the situation sank in, Ivy's concern for Ignis grew, her heart heavy with worry for the boy who had dared to defy the authority of the academy.