Magic, as everyone knows, is a form of energy circulating in each living being. Not only in humans, but also in animals, plants and even in the universe. Everything around us is governed by this energy.

In South Korea, more precisely in the city of Seoul, DXA was one of the country's most prestigious academies. Individuals who have developed psychic capacities could refine their knowledge in matters of invocation. Indeed, the invocators were beings endowed with magic faculties allowing them to invoke creatures.

However, although magic circulates in every living being, not everyone has the ability to use it. Some individuals have difficulty controlling this energy, which is called "magic".

This was the case of a young Korean living in the province of Gangwon, more precisely in the region of Yangyang.

"CAC CAC ..."

The dry noise of the split wood sounded in the forest. A young man was cutting wood in the middle of the imposing trees of Yangyang. His name? Yeon Seung. He had no magic power, but despite that, he dreamed of becoming a invocator. Alas, nature seemed to have decided otherwise.

- "And the last!"

At a last time, he finished his work. "CAC!" The wood split in two under the strength of its ax.

He leaned over to pick up the pieces of wood scattered on the floor, wiping his sweaty forehead.

- "What a sunny day ... I have sweat everywhere." He complained, sighing.

Stacking the logs in his arms, he took the way back, heading for the house where he lived with his grandfather. Orphan of father and mother, Yeon Seung had grown up with him for many years.

He crossed the forest at full speed, in a hurry to return. Today, lunch was a beef sautéed in tomato sauce, a real delight that he was looking forward to.

When he finally arrived at destination, he placed the logs in front of the house before entering the courtyard.

From a distance, he saw his grandfather, installed on a chair drinking alcohol.

- "Glou, Glou ... Haah, how refreshing!" Exclaimed the old man with satisfaction.

As soon as he saw Yeon Seung, he discreetly tried to hide the bottle of whiskey behind him.

-"It's useless, grandfather. I saw you hiding this bottle." Yeon Seung sighed, the air exasperated. "You know very well that alcohol has a bad influence on your health."

The old man haussed the shoulders before responding in a resigned tone:

- "Anyway, I don't have a lot of time to live ... You might as well take it, don't you think?"

Yeon Seung looked up with heaven. He was tired of always repeating the same thing. But this time, he decided not to insist and to let flow.

The meal was ready. His grandfather served him a generous portion, and he threw himself on his plate with a fierce appetite, as if he had not eaten for days.

-"Damn, grandfather, what is this meat?!" he exclaimed his mouth full. "It's a killing!"

His grandfather gave him an amused smile, and they continued their meal in silence.

As they ate, a noise drew the attention of Yeon Seung.

"Toc toc."

It was already 2 p.m.

- "Pff ... Who is still?" he mumbled, annoyed to be interrupted in the middle of a meal.

He got up and headed for the front door. When he opened, a man dressed in a black costume faced him. His dark glasses and long black hair gave him a mysterious air. On the collar of his jacket, Yeon Seung saw the emblem of the DXA academy.

The man released a white envelope marked with the same emblem before speaking:

- "Hello, sir. I am an administrative envoy of the DXA academy."

He marked a break before continuing:

- "We recently started a wave of recruitment for future invocators."

"Summoner?" Yeon Seung stayed frozen when hearing this word. His stomach sank. He knew he was unable to use magic, so ... why waste time with this invitation? He felt a touch of bitterness riding him.

He had no desire to listen more. He tried to cut the conversation short, but his grandfather put a firm hand on his shoulder and nodded gently, silently encouraging him to listen to the man until the end.

DXA's envoy resumed:

- "We are looking for young talents for the good of the nation. It is not necessary to have high magic skills, the Academy sets up a learning program to help each student develop their potential."

When he finished his speech, he stretched the envelope to Yeon Seung. The latter hesitated for a moment, then took her with a tired gesture.

The man politely greeted and walked away. Yeon Seung closed the door behind him and threw the envelope on the table without even opening it.

At that time, Yeon Seung's emotions were shared between his desire to become a invocator and the harsh reality: he could not afford it. For him, it was obvious ... He was zero, in the general sense of the term.

-"Damn ! ... grandfather, I'm useless ! Why did you convince me to listen to this man and accept his invitation?" he exclaimed, frustrated.

His grandfather open a new bottle of alcohol, for a sips before answering:

- "I think that sending you to the Academy is the only way out, Seung. Who knows? You could really become an invocator."

Yeon Seung remained silent, in full reflection. He didn't have many options ... stay in Gangwon and become a log or go to Seoul and try to become a invocator?

Many thoughts were embarked on his head. He thought of the precarious conditions in which he lived with his grandfather: a ruined roof, patched furniture, windows worn by time ... if he joined the DXA academy, he could earn money thanks to the missions offered to students.

Finally, he stood up and declared with determination:

-"Grandpa, I want to go to Seoul and join the DXA Academy."

His grandfather smiled, proud of his decision, but a concern gnawed at him ... DXA was an academy where only the nobles and the elites were truly accepted and well integrated. He was afraid that his grandson was the victim of harassment because of his social rank and his inability to properly handle magic.

- "Well, if that's what you want ... I'm not going to help it. But your trip to Seoul will cost a fortune."

The Gangwon-Séoul journey was not a problem in itself, the local bus made the journey in two hours, but the ticket cost 15,000 krw minimum ... A sum that his grandfather did not have.

Yeon Seung sat on a chair, head in his hands. He took the envelope left by the administrator of DXA, opened him and read the content of the letter:

> "If you accept the invitation, make up this number: 556784. A car will pick you up and take you to the DXA academy."

He released an old worn phone and composed the number indicated in the letter.

'Grrrrrrrr' ... The phone rang a few seconds before a click was heard.

- "Hello, you sent me a letter to join the DXA Academy. I accept."

A voice on the phone explained to him to wait forty minutes: a black limousine would come to look for him shortly.

- "So, my little one ... prepare your things, you go for Seoul." said his grandfather with a smile.

Yeon Seung, enthusiastic, began to bring his things together. He took some t-shirts, shirts, as well as a lucky necklace belonging to his deceased parents.

When he finished his luggage, a horn renounced outside.

- "Finally, they are there." he whispered.

He left the house and hugged his grandfather in his arms.

-"I'm leaving, grandfather. I will come and visit you from time to time."

The old man smiled without a word, and Yeon Seung rode at the back of the limousine.

The driver greeted him with a sign of the head, to which Seung replied with a slight nod. The vehicle started and borrowed a bridge to reach the academy faster.

During the journey, Yeon Seung watched Seoul's skyscrapers through the window.

- "Wow ... it's immense ... it's like in the films." he whispered, impressed.

The driver glanced in the rear view mirror before smiling:

-"Have you never seen a skyscraper, little?"

- "Never, this is the first time."

The driver continued on his way, and after several hours, they finally arrived in the neighborhoods of Seoul, in front of the DXA Academy.

The building was gigantic, surmounted by a huge emblem representing the institution. Elegant students, dressed in the white uniforms of the Academy, chatted with each other.

All around, new recruits went one by one of the limousines.

Yeon Seung came out of the vehicle and his gaze was immediately attracted by a magnificent young woman with a slender silhouette and generous chest.

-"They are ..." he began to whisper, hypnotized.

The young woman stopped in front of him and, without paying attention to her insistent gaze, declared in a professional tone:

-"Follow me, young man."