A young man walked through the academy halls, a tired expression etched on his pale face. He wore a black blindfold over his eyes, matching the dark shade of his hair. His academy uniform—a black jacket over a white shirt with black pants—was pristine despite the intense physical training earlier. On his chest, a small brooch read Probation, a label that seemed to mock his current status. Perched on his shoulder was a raven, its sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.
Damon was drained after a long day of rigorous physical and magical exercises. Compared to his classmates, he lagged significantly behind. His refusal to use the system's [5x] skill left him at a natural disadvantage, and his shadow was full, denying him the extra stats boost from [Shadow Hunger].
'The academy uniform is truly impressive,' he mused, brushing off a speck of dust from his jacket.
