The First class

I sighed staring at a classroom door.

[1-A]

I knew this class it was class that contained a majority of the main cast. Even mortis although he wont be attending class for the first week of the academy.

Also the class which will have the most student's die in the history of the academy.

Although I really didn't want be involved I couldn't just be a spectator cause without my interference this world and me who is now in it is doomed to a horrific end.

"Hello, would u mind entering the class"

A calm voice suddenly entered my ear.

I turned around to look at who said that.

I saw a stunning woman with sun-kissed tan skin that seemed to glow faintly under the light. Her dark flowing hair cascaded freely. But it was her eyes that really drew your attention striking golden eyes.

Noticing I was in a daze she said.

"Uhhh or you could move out of the way so I can enter"

Although it seemed like she was asking. 

She shoved me to side and entered the classroom.

She was rank 6 Amani Khalid. Descendant of house Setan one of the 12 noble houses. The only one where the last name wasn't passed down. One of the main characters in the novel wielding the death element. Although she wasn't relevant in the later half of the story.

I was stunned for a minute because people from my original world did not look like that.

I had never seen someone from the middle east which I presume is the inspiration for her appearance.

I sighed at how embarrassing that was.

I then opened the class room door and entered the class.

Seems like I one of if not the last one here.

Very few seats were left.

One next to the princess that's a no go.

Then I looked at a charismatic man with the red hair and scar on his red eyes.

I'd rather die than sit next to that psycho.

So my only choice was to sit next to Amani.

Why!

I am going die of embarrassment.

But better than the other 2 options.

I walked up to her seat.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked awkwardly.

"Ohh it's you again"

But sure she shrugged, her tone casual. "It's a free seat."

I sank into the chair, avoiding her gaze.

There was faint smell of death around her and kept people on edge.

It seems like I was the last the last student the other 2 one of them being mortis choose not to show up to class.

After sitting there awkwardly for five minutes our teacher finally arrived.

She stood tall, around 175 cm, with sharp blue eyes that gleamed behind thin, elegant glasses. Her silky blue hair framed her face neatly, falling just past her shoulders. Beautiful and poised, she carried an air of quiet confidence that was hard to overlook.

Miss Catherine Lorne, Famed for her Fortune element and her reputation as the Witch of Calamity.

A former combat mage at the peak of Expert rank, her power rivaled even those of mana beasts like the Red Wyrm.

And damn she was beautiful. To be fair everyone in this novel was but this was different.

And then my thought was interrupted buy her beautiful voice.

"Welcome to your first lesson at Astrea Academy," she began, her voice calm but carrying an edge that commanded attention.

"Let's keep the introduction's short I will be your head instructor for this year and hopefully many more."

"As students of Class 1-A, you represent the best potential this academy has to offer." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room. "But potential alone is meaningless if not honed into skill."

She gestured, and crystalline orbs appeared on every desk, pulsing faintly with twisting threads of mana inside.

"For today's lesson, we focus on mana control. Before you are Tangled Mana Spheres. Your task is simple: untangle the threads of mana within. Precision, focus, and finesse are your tools. Force will only tighten the threads and worsen the tangle."

I think I understand why the author skipped most of the first few classes cause this sure isn't entertaining.

Her hand waved over the orb on her desk. The chaotic threads inside straightened in an instant, the orb glowing smoothly.

"Like this," she said, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

The room buzzed with energy as students began their attempts.

I stared at the orb on my desk.

Simple, she says," I muttered.

Reaching out with my mana, I made contact with the threads inside. It felt like plunging my hands into a writhing ball of string slippery and chaotic.

The harder I tried to pull one thread free, the more tangled the others became.

"Ugh."

Amani, sitting beside me, glanced at my orb, then back at hers.

"You're overthinking it," she said.

I looked at her sphere and immediately regretted it. Her threads were untangling with ease, each movement fluid and precise.

"You just have to guide the threads, not force them," she added, her voice calm.

"Sure, easy for you to say," I grumbled.

Amani shrugged, a faint smirk on her lips. "Not my fault if you fail on the first day."

I sighed and tried again, this time following her advice. Slowly, I focused on one thread, tracing its path through the chaos.

It worked barely.

One thread straightened.

"Progress," I muttered, though my orb still looked like a chaotic mess compared to hers.

I looked around the class to see others progress.

Everyone was doing better than me which is to be expected I am new to controlling mana I only got this body recently.

This reminds me I should message the mother after.

While looking around I saw Celeste Astrea's sphere glowed faintly she was almost done already which is to be expected her element is mana.

Miss Lorne walked past Celeste's desk, nodding approvingly.

"Impressive," she said.

Amani leaned closer, her golden eyes flicking toward Celeste. "She's good, but you've got a long way to go before you're anywhere near her level."

"Thanks for the encouragement," I replied sarcastically.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Celeste looking in my direction. Her piercing blue eyes lingered on me longer than necessary, her expression unreadable.

"What's her deal?" I wondered silently.

Amani noticed too, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "Looks like someone has caught the princess's attention."

"Not helping," I grumbled, trying to focus back on the sphere.

Miss Lorne's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Kai Night," she called, stopping at my desk.

I froze. "Y-Yes?"

Her eyes lingered on my tangled sphere before meeting mine.

"You've made… progress," she said, her tone neutral. "Barely. But it's progress nonetheless. Keep practicing."

She moved on, her words hanging in the air.

Beside me, Amani chuckled softly. "She's not wrong."

I groaned, sinking into my seat.

The class continued with the hum of mana and quiet concentration filling the room. By the time Miss Lorne dismissed us, my hands felt numb, and my orb still looked like a disaster.

As I packed my things, I caught Celeste glancing at me one last time before leaving the room.

"Why's she watching me?" I thought.