Registrar's Offence
Lost in contemplation, Fero was jolted back to reality by a tap on his shoulder. Slowly turning around, he found himself face to face with a shining guard knight, his helmet adorned with intricate dots. "Sir, please state your purpose for being here," came the firm voice
"I'm here to register into the academy,"
"Ah, please follow me then," the knight replied, his armor clinking with each movement as he turned to lead the way.
Following closely behind, Fero passed through the imposing metal gates and into the heart of the academy grounds. The knights guided him towards a small building nestled near the main school and opened the door.
Entering the room, Fero observed as the knight closed the door behind him, returning to his post with a resolute demeanor.
In the modest confines of the chamber, an elderly woman reclined in a bed tucked into the corner, engrossed in a book. "Place your personal identification on the table," she instructed casually.
"Don't have one." Fero replied bluntly, his gaze assessing the scene with a hint of judgment. It struck him as unprofessional that the woman responsible for registration was lounging in bed while on duty.
The old woman clasped the book close and stood up from the couch, "You do not have one?" she questioned, her tone tinged with curiosity. "How is that possible?" She asked sitting down behind the table.
"I was born in a mountain, so I never needed to register," Fero quipped as he laid on the bed, casually scratching his ass.
Crossing her legs as she absorbed his explanation. "Hmm, that is impossible. Every person with magic has a bound personal identification spell on their heart."
"Magic? I thought y'all called that shit 'Den'? Besides, I was born without magic, I just trained really hard," Fero countered, his speech marked by a distinct difference from the norm.
"Firstly, only commoners call Magic 'Den'. Secondly, your speech is vastly different from our own. Thirdly, there hasn't been a single person born without magic," she stated firmly, her words carrying a weight of authority. Leaning back in her chair, she fixed Fero with an intense stare, her eyes probing for any sign of deception. "You are lying to me," she concluded with an intense stare.
Fero's face was twisted in a mix of frustration and distaste as he locked eyes with the elderly woman, his gaze penetrating her very soul.
Before she could register his movement, Fero launched himself from the bed with lightning speed, reaching her side in an instant. With a vice-like grip, he seized her by the neck and hoisted her upwards, the force of his action causing the room to erupt in chaos. Furniture careened through the air, pictures crashed to the ground, and papers scattered in all directions as the confrontation unfolded.
She gurgled and struggled against Fero's unyielding grip, her attempts to break free proving futile, "You puny bitch has no right to accuse me of lying. Now, allow me entry into the academy," Fero declared, his visage contorted with rage. Despite the old woman's relentless pucnhes to his face, Fero remained unmoved, it looked like she was hitting a metal plate..
Outside the room, a knight stationed nearby was alerted by the cacophony of crashing objects. Bursting into the room, he was met with the sight of a stranger holding the school registrar aloft by her neck.
Before the knight could react, he found himself frozen in place, immobilized by the sheer intensity of Fero's gaze, which exuded an aura of terrifying power.
With a chilling calmness, Fero chanted an incantation, directing his open palm towards the knight's head. [Air Grasp] In an instant, the knight's expression contorted in excruciating pain as the relentless air pressure compressed around his head.
Then as Fero closed his palm, sealing the knight's fate, the sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing filled the room as the knight's head was mercilessly crushed to fragments.
Blood erupted from the severed neck, painting the ground crimson as the lifeless body collapsed in a heap, a grim testament to the overwhelming and sinister force that Fero commanded.
As Fero released his grip on the old woman, she slumped in relief, her struggles ceasing as she resigned herself to her fate. "P-Please," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear, "Do not end me, and you shall receive the certification for enrollment to the Sambo Academy."
With a curt nod, Fero complied, setting her back onto her chair before swiftly restoring the room to some semblance of order, retrieving the fallen table and arranging it before her.
As the old woman settled back into her seat amidst the chaos of the room, she retrieved a pen and paper, her hands trembling as she began to write.
Meanwhile, Fero's demeanor shifted, a hint of dark humor creeping into his voice as he spoke. "You know," he mused, his tone laced with irony, "back in middle school, my teachers always preached that violence was never the answer, that it solved nothing. Yet here we are." With a wry chuckle, he approached the fallen guard, his gaze lingering on the lifeless form sprawled on the floor.
With a powerful grip, Fero seized the back of the fallen knight's armor, his fingers digging into the metal as if it were mere paper. Then, as though throwing a ball, he threw the Knight as hard as he could in the air.
Like a arrow, the knight soared through the air, propelled by the force of Fero's throw. In a matter of seconds, he vanished from sight, leaving behind the edges of the planet's orbit.
Returning to the registrar with an air of authority, Fero commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "Clean the blood from the floor." Without waiting for a response, he snatched the written certificate from her trembling hands.
Leaving the small, now-quiet room in his wake, Fero departed with the certificate in hand, his actions leaving an indelible mark on the old woman who witnessed it.
As Fero approached the main building, the grandeur of the school loomed before him, surpassing even the largest malls on Earth in size and splendor.
Entering the colossal structure, he was greeted by a group of individuals seated around a sign that read "Register" at the top. Making his way to one of them, Fero presented the certificate he had coerced the old woman into writing.
After a brief wait, the man behind the glass spoke, his voice carrying an official tone. "You are officially recognized as one of the students of Sambo Academy. Welcome!" he declared. "Tomorrow, school begins shortly after sunrise. Your designated class is 107."
"Aight." responded Fero nonchalantly, pivoting on his heel and making his way towards the exit.
However, just as Fero reached the threshold, the man's voice rang out once more, halting him in his tracks. "Wait! Come back here, we need to properly identify you as a student."
Turning back, Fero retraced his steps until he stood once again before the man behind the glass barrier, awaiting further instruction.
With a swift movement, the man tapped Fero's wrist, and in an instant, a small black circle materialized, its presence imbued with an unseen enchantment.
"This magical insignia will grant you access to both the main gates and the entrance of the academy," the man explained, his tone carrying a hint of significance.
"Aight." replied Fero once more, his demeanor unchanged as he exited the premises.
The remainder of the day unfolded with Fero exploring the bustling kingdom, navigating its streets and alleys while acquainting himself with the array of shops and establishments it had to offer.
As dawn broke and the sun emerged, Fero readied himself for his first day of school in this unknown world...