Embarking on Enchantment: First Day

On his first official day at the academy, Zen, clad in his unassuming attire, entered with a quiet determination. As he walked through the hallowed halls, he passed the grand portraits of the great heroes who had once saved the world from catastrophe, their achievements immortalized in the elegant frames.

His eyes lingered on a image on the wall of the academy—a picture of the heros who once saved the world from the catastrophe made by the evil among them a stunningly beautiful woman with silver hair, her gaze filled with determination, clinging to a man's arm. The duo exuded an aura of fearlessness and unmatched abilities, their legacy embedded in the academy's history.

Zen's gaze fixated on the captivating image of the silver-haired woman, her poise and strength evident in the portrait. Something stirred in his heart as he absorbed the grace and power she emanated. Little did he realize that the allure of the silver-haired heroine would become a lingering presence, influencing the echoes of his own narrative within the academy's walls.

Navigating the bustling corridors on his way to the classroom, Zen turned a corner only to collide with a female student rushing in the opposite direction. The classic moment of impact unfolded, complete with a piece of bread clutched between her lips.

As they stumbled to the ground, Zen recognized her as the 6th-ranked student among the first years – a cute girl with brown hair and deep green eyes, renowned as one of the academy's most charming individuals. Regaining his composure, Zen stood up without extending a helping hand.

The girl, expecting assistance, was momentarily surprised by Zen's apparent disinterest. Puffing her cheeks in mild irritation, she watched him continue on his way. As she observed Zen's uninterested demeanor and caught a glimpse of his irritated expression

Deciding against extending an apology, she muttered to herself, "I was planning to say sorry, but with that attitude, forget it." Zen, still uninterested, continued on his way, leaving the girl with a mixture of annoyance and anger .She noticed a golden ear ring with something like a red stones on the boy's ear but couldn't see property for his hair covering his ears.

As the class commenced, the professors of various disciplines introduced themselves with names that resonated with an air of authority and expertise. Each professor passionately conveyed the significance of their respective domains – be it weapons, magic, alchemy, healing, martial arts, or more.

Zen, mindful of his lower rank, found himself following the professor Lowman a professor with a culm aura in charge of weapons. The class's status, aligned with his rank, dictated his initial path within the academy's intricate structure. Together with his peers, he trailed behind the professor as they ventured towards the room where the students would choose their weapons.

Entering the designated space, Zen felt a surge of anticipation. The array of weapons, each with its unique design and purpose, awaited the students' selections.

"Youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!! "