Terms & Conditions

Oscar's POV

While taking normal physics classes today, the instructor told me I could get promoted to the lab of the second years if I performed the next set of practicals successfully without any supervision and obtained the desired resulta with minimal errors.

He said this to me after concluding the class for the day. The weird-trio obviously heard it and couldn't disguise their reactions.

The tall blue-eyed girl, Bianca looked like she tasted something sour. The shorter one's black eyes held traces of helplessness, she was the one who worked the hardest amongst them.

Reinard looked calm but his arms were trembling. I don't know why though. It's my progress, how does this affect him?

After the class ended I stood up, making my usual stride to the library.

"Hey!" Reinard called out.

Of course I didn't answer, my name's not 'hey'.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!!" He shouted louder this time.

'Ignore this fool it'll pass.' I thought.

The idiot decided to grab my backpack and unleash a fire spell on it.

"..."

"You fool! You think just because the instructor praised..."

He was talking but I heard nothing at that moment. My books, my research notes, records of my practical work were in that bag.

I looked at him speechless.

"You can't talk? Hey!" He pushed my shoulder with his hand.

I just kept staring at him, thinking of the best way to remove him. I no longer saw him as some idiot. He was now an obstacle, an impediment, a hindrance to my progress.

I looked up at him, as he attempted to push my shoulder with his right hand again, this time I held onto it.

Due to our height difference I could not reach his face, so I drew him downwards with my left hand and used my right hand to grab his face. I made a turn towards the wall with my hand still on his face using the momentum I moved my whole body and slammed the back of his head to the wall.

With his body frame that attack wouldn't do much, apart from stunning him. The next attack I released was meant to do him more harm and cause as much trauma as possible without killing him.

With my palm still on his face, I released a sufficient amount of flames. He tried to move but it was too late, I stared at him, burning his face beyond recognition.

"Ahh!!" He kept screaming.

I heard gasping sounds around me, it must be the girls. No one made any movement though.

My hand wasn't big enough to grasp his whole face. His nose, eyes and forehead were held down by me but his mouth roamed free. That was only for a moment because he lost consciousness immediately after.

I didn't want to cook him, so I stopped after dealing enough damage.

After the deed was done, I looked down at my backpack, everything was burnt beyond recognition. I looked at his face, it was burnt beyond recognition too. Well, they had to match.

Not caring about anything else, I opened the door and went to the instructor's office to report what just happened.

I went to meet the head instructor and also the one in charge of chemistry, Sir Jonathan.

Third person POV

Jonathan Winston, a middle aged man with major accolades in the field of Chemistry. Currently he was in his office, pondering on what to do with the entrants.

'Normally, the promotion of the new students shouldn't be a problem but with the inclusion of the oddball known as Oscar promotion would be uneven.

He learns faster than his peers. The last practical was a cakewalk for him, if I wasn't his instructor from the beginning I would have thought he had done this before.

There's no negative effect to this with the exception of the morale of his classmates getting dampened. In spite of that, their envy wouldn't lead to anything drastic.'

Jonathan's line of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Good day Sir."

"Oh Oscar, how are you?"

"I'm okay Sir."

"What brings you to my office?"

"I need to report an incident that just happened a few minutes ago."

"Hmm, what was it."

Oscar proceeded to recount and explain what happened.

"Your bag..." At first Jonathan was angry.

"What?!" But this temperament was quickly replaced by shock.

The thing was, Jonathan and every other person in the establishment thought of Oscar as a non-mage. Even when some of them like Jonathan knew he was the supposed prodigy, they didn't think he could do much in a fight against any mage.

Jonathan's lowered his head, his thumb and index finger were on his glabella (the part between the eyebrows).

'What exactly is this boy?'

If it was just a mere scuffle, both parties would be punished appropriately and placed on probation, but according to what he described...

"Where is Reinard?"

"He should still be in the classroom."

"Should??"

"..."

"Let's go."

"Eyyy!" He exclaimed.

The face of the once handsome boy, now bore a semblance to burnt fries.

The weird thing was, Bianca and Jane were still present in the classroom. They were shivering, never seeing such violence before, it had a strong effect on them.

They thought of Oscar as a weakling who was unreasonably prideful.

Yes they ignored him but he also returned the favour. In fact they were sure he didn't see them as people anymore. He did not react to any provocation they threw his way. Intentionally bumping into him, insulting him and trying so many things. The only reaction they evoked was one of indifference.

Reinard even showed up and immediately humiliated him for his lack of talent. He turned a deaf ear, leaving the space immediately.

This was how it went on till today. The news of him getting promoted to a higher level before them was the straw that broke the camel's back. They felt the need to do him dere, merely thinking of it but not acting on it.

Reinard was the only one to take such action. He burnt Oscar's bag, finally gaining his attention. What happened after the ordeal, is what has caused them to tremble and remain unmoving for the past few minutes.

Inspecting Reinard's body, Jonathan displayed a neutral expression. Reinard's face was burnt but his condition was still okay. In fact with a few healing spells he should be back to normal, save for the hair on face and head everything would be back to normal.

His mental health in this case, had taken a drastic hit. He'll need to undergo a therapy.

'The punishment for this action is expulsion with immediate effect but this boy is a treasure trove of intelligence and research.'

Thinking of this, Jonathan's eyes twinkled a bit as he glanced at Oscar again an idea coming to mind.

He bent down, placing his hand on Reinard's head, casting a healing spell.

Jonathan was a syne-three water mage, capable of healing critical cuts wounds and burns. Only a light mage was capable of making Reinard's hair grow back.

What made water healing magic and light healing magic different was that of mana generation. A water mage could only heal an individual by using the mana present in themselves or the person, using it to nurture and repair the body of the individual. A light mage could use their own, the person's own, or mana from the surroundings, using it to boost the healing process of the body. It is almost three times faster than that of a water mage. But light mages were rare, most of them belonging to the royal family.

After Jonathan was done, Reinard's entire face was healed. The only noticable thing was that he was bald all over, no hair on his head, no eyelashes, no eyebrows, nothing at all.

Jonathan stood up and opened the door, calling out to a security guard.

"Bayo, come."

"Yes, Sir Jonathan." The guard responded politely.

"Help me take him to the clinic."

"Right away Sir."

"The three of you, come with me." Sir Jonathan commanded.

Oscar's POV

We all entered his office and stood, while he took his seat. Bianca and Jane were still a bit tense, trying their best to stay as far as they could away from me.

"Now I want you all to do something for me. You are not allowed to speak of what transpired at the classroom today, if you do, prepare to be expelled. Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir!" We all answered.

"Bianca, Jane you are to take some days off. If you require therapy, consult the lady at room fifteen."

"Okay Sir."

"You may leave."

"Thank you Sir."

The girls left me and Sir Jonathan in his office.

"Oscar"

"Sir"

"Take a seat."

"Yes Sir"

"You do know that your actions were deserving of an expulsion from the institute."

"I do."

"You know I'm not planning to do that."

"Yes, from the way you have handled the case so far, I understood."

"No you don't. Now let's talk about the conditions for your stay."