A year has passed since my father returned from the battlefield, and I am now ten years old. This year, I'm supposed to enter the academy in the capital, where I'll begin my formal training in magic and swordsmanship. Over the past year, I've made significant progress, thanks to my father's guidance.
I've mastered the beginner wind magic spells: Wind Slice, Sonic Boom, and Wind Repel. I've even managed to learn an intermediate water spell, Beating Tide. As for my swordsmanship, I've been struggling with intermediate techniques, but I've managed to grasp one move, Horizontal Arc, an improved version of the basic Horizontal Slash.
The academy's doors will soon open to me, but with that comes the weight of expectations and the unknown. I want to be ready, to be as strong as I can be before we leave.
"Will, get down here! Breakfast is ready!" My mother's voice echoes from downstairs, snapping me out of my thoughts.
