With his class now revealed, Leo's next steps led him towards the prestigious Arcanum academy, the foremost academy for magical and martial training in the kingdom. Known for its rigorous academic standards and its illustrious alumni, the academy was the nurturing ground for the future leaders and heroes of the realm. Situated in the heart of the capital, it was a place where the brightest minds and the most talented fighters converged.
In the days following the ceremony, the village of Elden's Reach was abuzz with excitement and a touch of nervousness as Leo prepared for his departure. Sarah and John were busy packing his belongings, ensuring he had everything he needed—from books and clothing to the small pendant that had once belonged to his grandfather.
"Remember, Leo, these exams are just the beginning," John advised as he helped Leo pack a sturdy backpack. "The writing exam will test your knowledge, but it's the combat exam where you'll really need to show them what you're made of."
Leo nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "I'll give it my all, Dad. I'm not just going there to learn; I'm going to make a difference."
Upon arriving at the Arcanum academy, Leo was immediately struck by the grandeur of its architecture and the bustling energy of its students. His first challenge, the writing exam, was scheduled for the morning after his arrival. Sitting in a vast hall filled with rows of desks, Leo felt a momentary doubt as he looked around at the other hopefuls, many of whom were whispering anxiously among themselves.
As the exam began, Leo focused his mind, answering questions that ranged from magical theory and ancient history to complex problem-solving scenarios involving political disputes and ethical dilemmas. His past life as Lucian, with its deep well of experience, helped him navigate the trickier questions, providing him with unique insights that most of his peers lacked.
The next day brought the combat exam, which was held in the academy's expansive training grounds. Spectators filled the stands, eager to see the new recruits in action. Leo's turn came, and he stepped into the arena, his heart pounding but his mind clear.
His opponent was a well-built young noble from a prominent family, confident and skilled with a broadsword. As the match began, Leo's training with his wooden sword and his innate connection to his past life's battle skills came to the forefront. He moved with a grace and precision that belied his age, parrying and striking in a dance that was as much about art as it was about combat.
The fight was intense, but Leo managed to disarm his opponent, earning a round of applause from the onlookers and a nod of respect from the combat instructor. His performance not only secured his admission but also marked him as one to watch.
That evening, as Leo sat in the gardens of the Collegium, he reflected on the path that had led him here. He thought about his parents, his village, and his journey—from a boy with vague memories of a past life to a student at the most prestigious academy in the land, carrying the rare and powerful designation of a Soul Reaper.
As the moon rose over the Collegium, lighting the spires of the academy with a silvery glow, Leo felt a deep connection to both his past and his future. He was ready to embrace the challenges of the Collegium, to learn and grow, and to forge a path that would honor both his identities.