Solarnelle Academy.
When considering the epitome of power and ability, a person had to possess some form of education in whatever art or craft they possessed.
As the institute that stood above all others in the Empire, Solarnelle Academy was the dream of anyone who aimed for the top.
And there Jash was, standing before the gates of such a prestigious place, though he didn't seem as excited as those around him, who avoided him.
"It's the Rank1..."
"Shh... What if he hears us? I heard that..."
Such whispers were obviously making their way to his ears, so calling them whispers would be wrong.
Ignoring them, Jash focused on the magnificent, shiny white surface of the large gate leading to the Academy, which resembled a castle on its own.
The towering building seemed to touch the clouds as the white gates stayed before it.
"Have a safe and productive time, Young Master."
