In an open area within the Clover Academy campus, a certain class of third-year students had gathered. There were dozens of them present. They were sitting on a grassy patch of land and intently listening to their professor.
"There's a reason why the academy does not teach magic combat to students until they've advanced to a certain level." A professor with a large build walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.
He had a head full of medium-length brown hair and eyes of the same color. The muscles on his body were dense and compact, brimming with power every time they moved.
The professor's fierce gaze ran from one student to another, causing most of them to shrink.
"Can anyone tell me why?" He asked with his deep voice.
Everyone simultaneously looked at a blonde youth with emerald eyes. She was wearing a white dress, and on top of that, she was wearing the olive cloak of the academy.
This beautiful girl was none other than Lisa.
