I was wondering...

The Central Dorm area covered a small bit of area in contrast to the rest of the Institute. However, the facilities held within was worth more than anything outside of it. The only place that could compare was the Inner Court, but that wasn't even in the Institute. So, as far as anyone that attended The Royal Institute, the Central Dorm was the place with the best resources, facilities and equipment.

Arata handed over four written letters over to the guard at the gate entrance. The guard looked them over before nodding and letting them past. Arata walked past the guard, nodding politely. Following behind him were Ryouma and Damien carrying a struggling, kicking and complaining young boy with dark green hair.

"Let me go! I can smell the effort a mile away. I don't wanna! You can't make me!"

The guard had a confused look on his face as he watched the two boys carry the resistant third boy into the Central Dorm. The three of them followed Arata into a building to the side of the main dorm. It seemed like a miniature gymnasium with a large gold door at the front. Arata pulled the heavy door open and went inside. He saw Eamon and Eva and smiled as he walked over and politely bowed. Eamon nodded politely before turning his head to the noise he heard behind Arata.

"...and then your brain will melt, oozing out of your nose. YOUR NOSE! So let me down, damn it!"

Eamon chuckled.

"This is the young boy you had in mind?"

Arata scratched the back of his head as he smiled wryly.

"Kinda. He is extremely capable, but....he doesn't like moving."

"Doesn't like moving? You are understating it there. You betrayed me Arata. You of all people should've been able to understand me."

Arata glanced at the complaining Visha.

"Come on, man. I need your help here."

Ryouma and Damien placed Visha on the ground before Arata, Eamon and Eva. Sitting on the ground, looking up at everyone, Visha crossed his arms and harrumphed as he pouted angrily. Arata chuckled at his friend's actions. Eamon's eyes flashed white as he looked over Visha before blinking and his eyes turning back to normal, a look of shock on his face.

"You possess the Toxic Spirit of Achyls. How are you still alive? Your fate is blocking me from seeing everything."

Arata was confused as he looked at Visha, who had a look of astonishment. He squinted his eyes as he looked at Eamon.

"Your eyes definitely aren't normal. I think I've read those before. Truth, right? You clearly aren't someone normal."

Eamon was visibly stunned at Visha's quick deduction. Although he spoke in a very lackadaisical manner, his words carried a strong weight behind it. Eamon nodded, extremely impressed.

"You seemed to have found someone truly interesting, Little Arata."

Visha sat up straight, pretending to be overly dignified and speaking in a posh accent.

"You seemed to have found someone truly interesting-er, Little Arata."

Eamon smirked as he turned around.

"The training room is this way."

Arata and Eva followed behind Eamon. Visha watched them go and sighed. He stretched his arms out and looked at Damien and Ryouma.

"Well come on. Pick me up. Chop chop."

Eamon led the others into a small room with a strange, glowing door. There was a chair next to the door and in it sat a young boy. He had short blond hair and a very childish face, even though he seemed quite tall. The confusing difference between his size and how childish his face looked caught Arata by surprise. He had somehow perfectly balanced himself on the back two legs of the chair as he was fully leaning back and staring at the ceiling with a fascinated gaze. Eamon moved towards the door, gesturing to the young boy.

"This is Kushaiah, a....family friend."

The blonde boy continued staring at the ceiling. Arata looked curiously at the blonde boy. Family friend? What did that mean? And why did the name Kushaiah sound familiar? As Arata was thinking this, Eamon turned to the door and opened it. A bright light flooded through the door and Eamon walked through. Everyone else walked in, blinded by the light they felt themselves shift hard before coming to stop. The light faded and everyone began to look around as their eyes adjusted.

They were in a dark realm of some kind. Different shades of purple and black filled the space around them. They were standing atop a circular disc that was floating in mid air. The circular disc was the size of a large arena stage. Damien and Ryouma looked around in wonder. Arata was impressed. It was a Minor Realm. This was their training area, their very own Minor Realm. Visha was looking at Kushaiah, who was still sitting on a chair balanced on the two back legs. He had somehow moved into the door with them on his chair, yet no one had seen him move. Visha squinted his eyes.

"Another weird one. Where do you even find some one that can bend space? That's a little cheat-like ain't it?"

Arata turned to Kushaiah at this comment. A look of wonder in his eyes. Eamon placed his hand on Arata's shoulder.

"I think that this should be a lot of fun. Let's see how much trouble we can cause."

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In the center of the Institute Quad where the students would gather on the weekends, there were three students sitting on three large chairs. Behind each of them were groups of students, standing and waiting patiently. Sitting on the left, a large young man with grey armour. He had black hair with strands of grey. Although he was a student, he looked more like a bulky and muscular young man in his twenties. His hand lazily rested on the hilt of a giant grey and red axe.

Sitting on the right, a young girl, who looked completely out of place, was sitting with her feet dangling off the large chair she was on, kicking them as she hummed to herself. She was the size of a 7 year old, and looked extremely cute and innocent as she looked at the other two in the large chairs.

The chair in the center was slightly elevated above the other two. In the chair sat a black haired youth with a red tribal tattoo on his cheek going over his eye. His long black hear had been dreaded and he had tied his dreads into a ponytail. He had a muscular yet lean build and seemed quite uncomfortable sitting in the chair he was in. He turned to the large tower of a teen on his side, his hand a little shaky and nervously stuttering.

"C-C-Can I j-j-just go back t-to the Animal Shhhh-Sh-Shelter?"

The large student slapped the muscular boy on the shoulder.

"Man up! Stop being so nervous."

The little girl glared angrily at the large man. She waved her tiny finger at the man threateningly.

"Hey! Leave Orion alone!"

The large student, who was originally loud and boisterous when talking to the young man in the center, instantly went silent and calm under the gaze of the little girl. She turned to Orion and nodded firmly.

"Don't listen to Carrick. He's all muscle, no brains. Wanna cookie?"

Orion scratched his arm nervously.

"Uh....s-sure."

The young girl then looked around looking for something. She stood up on her chair and leaned over the back of the chair to talk to the students behind the chair.

"Anyone got a cookie?"

"I have one."

The little girl turned around and saw a young man walking over, a box in his hands.

"I felt that Freyja might want some cookies, so I brought some on the way here."

The young man approached the three slowly. The students that were surrounding all watched intensely as the young man approached. He handed the box to Freyja and smiled happily before taking a few steps backwards. Freyja grinned as she pulled out two cookies, shoving one in her mouth while giving Orion one.

"Ymumy...fnks.....w.ho..a....are.....you?"

The young man chuckled at the young girl trying to speak. Carrick looked over and stroked his chin.

"You're the one that was in closed door cultivation."

The young man smiled politely.

"Yes, that is me. My name is Eamon."

Freyja tilted her head as she continued chewing her cookies.

"Yuh gprt urv djhe cshntr...."

Freyja coughed, grabbing some water from a student behind her and drinking it. We she was done, she continued speaking.

"You're from the Central Dorm too. Supposedly you already have a spot in the Inner Court."

At this, the students who were looking at Eamon with disdain when he approached now didn't know how to feel hearing that he already had a place in the Inner Court. Eamon nodded.

"Yes that is true. But that isn't the purpose of my visit today."

Orion looked at Eamon curiously.

"W-What is the p-p-p-purpose of y-y-your visit?"

Eamon smiled as he looked at Orion.

"The Royal Institute have a ranking system that determines, not only one's individual strength, but also the strength of their leadership. Standing at the top of the rankings are the top 10 students. The 10 Celestial Kings and Queens. And the top, enthroned in glory, are the three most powerful students. The Divine 3."

Eamon turned to the large man on the left.

"Carrick Fortier; The Divine King of Blades."

Eamon turned to the little girl.

"Freyja Nye; The Divine Queen of Ice."

Finally, Eamon turned to the young man in the middle with fierce gaze.

"And Orion Silver; The Divine King of Beasts."

Eamon looked around and then chuckled sheepishly.

"I must say that I don't really know the proper way of going about this. Being in closed door cultivation for so long, I missed out on a lot. So I'm wanting to cram all the fun in this year. So I was hoping the three of you could help me."

Freyja grinned.

"You gave us cookies. How can we help?"

Eamon pointed at them.

"I was wondering if I could have one of those chairs."

The students around when silent. Everyone went tense as Eamon smiled happily at three of them. The silence was broken by Carrick's hearty laughter.

"Amazing. I like you, Brother Eamon. But there are some steps you need to take before you take us on."

Eamon felt a pulse of Energy next to him. A tall student with two long chains wrapped around his arms and dragging behind him walked forward. A group of students followed behind him, all with intense looks on their faces as they glared at Eamon. The tall student pointed at Eamon.

"To try and sit on the throne without going through the rest of us is disrespectful."

Eamon nodded in understanding.

"That is true. I should do things properly and take on those at the bottom of the 10 first. Do you know who the 10th is?"

The tall students frowned angrily. He slammed his chains in a whipping motion, causing them to crack on the ground. Eamon saw the anger in his eyes.

"Aaaahhhh. That must be you. I apologise."

Eamon's glowed white as he looked at the tall student and the students behind him. The tall student pointed at Eamon and roared. His students charged at him, channelling their Energy. Eamon turned to the side and Ryouma stepped forward. Orion, Freyja and Carrick stared curiously seeing that Eamon had a junior fighting for him that was so young. Ryouma raised his hand up, pointing it at the sun. As the students charged at him, Ryouma just looked at the sun. As they came closer, Ryouma twisted and punched towards the incoming students. A powerful heatwave projected off of him, slamming into the students. They slowed down under the pressure. Ryouma then clenched his fist, sending another powerful pulse of energy. The heatwave that he had sent out then caught on fire.

In a series of bursts of fire, all culminating in an explosion, the students were stunned at the overwhelming blast of fire around them. The tall student was stunned by the ease that his juniors were defeated. Ryouma brought his fist down and went back to stand behind Eamon, who smiled at the tall student. Eamon took a step forward, towards the tall student who was shaking.

"So who's number 9? Just so I know once I'm finished here."