The large metal doors of the capital's wizard's tower swung open, and a white-haired man stepped inside.
The moment he sat foot inside, all the mages turned to stare at him, "Such raw mana," One of them gasped. "It's screaming around him, twisting and twirling like an ice storm," He approached Gojo.
"Are you perhaps a cryomancer? Or, dare I say, a sorcerer? White blood perhaps, or is it silver?" He stared at Gojo's face, "Ah! Don't tell me, an elemental, I'm sure of it."
Gojo smiled, lifting his palm, "Close. I'm both a cryomancer and an ice elemental sorcerer." He conjured a rose of white ice.
The wizard gasped, "Such fine control. It can't be achieved without both the talent of sorcerers and the dedication of wizards. Which noble state do you hail from, bender of the cold magic," He waved his hand, bowing slightly and taking off his large, wizard hat.