As Hina dressed in her school uniform, she couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort. The outfit clung to her curves in a way that made her blush with embarrassment. The skirt was so short, she worried about every step she took, fearing her underwear would be exposed. She muttered to herself, questioning the system about the revealing attire.
In her mind, Hina pondered why the skirt was so short and the fit so snug. The system's response only made her more uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling of shame that came with wearing such a provocative outfit, especially considering her male soul.
"Why did you choose this outfit for me?" Hina asked the system, her voice filled with frustration.
"It's the traditional school uniform at Tryni elite academy," the system replied. "There's nothing you can do about it."
Hina sighed, feeling defeated. She couldn't change the uniform, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel. Resigned, she adjusted her skirt and tried to focus on the task at hand.
The fabric of the uniform felt restrictive against her skin, amplifying her discomfort. With every movement, she felt the fabric cling tighter, emphasizing her figure in a way that made her self-conscious.
Despite her unease, Hina had to admit the uniform was cute. The fabric was soft against her skin, and the design was stylish, even if it was a bit too revealing for her taste.
As she walked, Hina couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn't experienced before. The stares from passersby made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
But amidst her discomfort, Hina couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward Celestia for creating the system. Despite their complicated relationship, she knew Celestia cared deeply for her well-being.
As she continued on her way, Hina couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of her journey at Tryni elite academy. The campus buzzed with activity as students hurried to and fro, their conversations blending together in a cacophony of voices.
The scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of blooming flowers. Hina took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she navigated the bustling campus.
The sun beat down overhead, casting a warm glow over the grounds. Hina squinted against the bright light, her eyes scanning the crowds for any familiar faces.
But amidst the hustle and bustle of the academy, Hina couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. She was surrounded by students who seemed so confident, so sure of themselves, while she struggled to find her footing in this new environment.
With each step, Hina felt the weight of expectation pressing down on her. She knew she had to prove herself, to show that she belonged here despite the doubts that lingered in the back of her mind.
But for now, all she could do was take things one step at a time, to face each challenge as it came and to hold onto the hope that she would find her place in this world.
As the bell echoed through the corridors, signaling the start of the school day, students streamed into the classroom with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The air buzzed with anticipation as they took their seats, eager to begin the day's lessons.
At the front of the room stood Mr. Hiku, their magic instructor and history teacher, a seasoned educator with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Good morning, students," he greeted warmly, his voice resonating with authority and warmth.
"Good morning, Mr. Hiku!" the students chorused in response, their voices blending harmoniously in the classroom.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Mr. Hiku began his lesson. "Today, we'll be diving into the fundamentals of magic," he announced, his voice clear and commanding. "But before we begin, let's take a moment to appreciate the wonders of magic itself."
As he spoke, the scent of chalk hung in the air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of paper and ink. The classroom was bathed in soft light, streaming in through the windows and casting a warm glow over the eager faces of the students.
"Magic is a part of our everyday lives," Mr. Hiku continued, his tone earnest yet laced with a hint of excitement. "It's woven into the very fabric of our world, from the smallest spark to the mightiest spell."
The students listened intently, their senses heightened as they absorbed Mr. Hiku's words. The sound of his voice filled the room, accompanied by the occasional rustle of papers as students shuffled in their seats or flipped through their textbooks.
"Now, let's talk about the magic that resides within each and every one of us," Mr. Hiku continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. "You see, magic is not just something that exists outside of us—it's a part of who we are."
As he spoke, the students leaned forward, hanging on his every word. They could feel the energy crackling in the air, a tangible reminder of the power that lay dormant within them.
"But with great power comes great responsibility," Mr. Hiku cautioned, his expression growing serious. "Magic is a double-edged sword. While it has the potential to bring joy and wonder, it also carries with it great danger."
The students nodded solemnly, their expressions reflecting a mixture of understanding and apprehension. They knew all too well the stories of those who had pushed themselves too far, risking their lives in pursuit of power.
"The key is to respect the limits of your own abilities," Mr. Hiku advised, his voice gentle yet firm. "Know when to push yourself and when to pull back. And above all, never forget the importance of self-control."
As the lesson drew to a close, the students exchanged glances, their minds buzzing with newfound knowledge. Magic was a mysterious and powerful force, one that they were only beginning to understand.
But amidst the excitement, there was a sense of trepidation. They knew that with great power came great responsibility, and they were determined to wield their magic wisely.
As Mr. Hiku continued his lecture, the classroom seemed to come alive with excitement and curiosity. The scent of chalk lingered in the air, mingling with the faint fragrance of ink and parchment. The students leaned forward in their seats, their senses fully engaged as they absorbed every word.
"There are five main categories of magic: Fire, Earth, Water, Air, and Lightning," Mr. Hiku explained, his voice resonating with authority and knowledge. The words hung in the air, sparking a buzz of conversation among the students as they exchanged eager glances.
But amidst the excitement, there was a question burning in Hina's mind. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on Mr. Hiku as he spoke. "Why do I have no aptitude for magic elements?" she whispered to the system, her voice barely audible above the hum of the classroom.
The system's response was swift and reassuring. "It's because you were born from Celestia, of course," it whispered back. "Your power is a divine being called null."
Hina's mind raced with the implications of this revelation. Null magic—a power reserved for gods and goddesses. It was a concept she had never encountered before, and yet it felt strangely familiar, as if it had been waiting patiently in the depths of her subconscious.
As Mr. Hiku fielded questions from the students, Hina couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. "Teacher, does anyone in history have a case of power that includes null magic?" one student inquired, breaking the silence that had settled over the classroom.
Mr. Hiku paused for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought. "There are no recorded instances of humans possessing null magic," he replied solemnly, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "It is a power reserved for the gods and goddesses."
The students nodded in understanding, their expressions a mixture of awe and curiosity. Null magic was a concept shrouded in mystery, one that sparked the imagination and stirred the soul.
With a final word of instruction, Mr. Hiku signaled the end of the lesson. "That's all for today, class," he announced, his voice tinged with warmth. "Now, it's time for your magic training with the other teachers."
As the students gathered their belongings and filed out of the classroom, Hina lingered for a moment, her mind buzzing with newfound knowledge. Warrior or taekwondo—those words echoed in her mind, igniting a spark of excitement within her.
As Mr. Hiku concluded his lecture, his eyes scanned the room before landing on Hina. "And oh, since Hina has no magical element, perhaps she is more suited to a warrior or taekwondo type of training," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of encouragement.
Hina's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, her mind racing with excitement. "Warrior or taekwondo?" she mused to herself, her imagination already envisioning the thrill of combat and the mastery of martial arts. "Wow, that sounds like something I'd love to learn."
The idea of channeling her energy into physical training, honing her strength and agility, appealed to something deep within her. It was a path that felt instinctively right, as if it were calling out to her from across the vast expanse of possibility.
Outside the classroom, the world seemed to shimmer with possibility. The scent of fresh air mingled with the faint aroma of blooming flowers, while the distant sound of laughter floated on the breeze.
*To be continue *