Unveiling the Veilied

As Akudama woke up from his bed, he heard the blaring sound of his alarm echoing through his room. Groggy and disoriented, he slowly scanned his surroundings, taking in the details of his own domain.

Akudama rose silently from his bed and walked to the bathroom. There, he noticed his hair had turned black and his eyes had taken on a dark hue. Unconcerned, he continued with his morning routine, knowing that his true power lay in his actions, not his appearance.

Without bothering with a shower or breakfast, Akudama swiftly dressed himself in black pants, trainers, and a button-up shirt neatly tucked in. His attire exuded an air of calculated precision, combining style with a hint of menace. Slipping into his blue and white shoes, he kicked open the door and strode outside, ready to embark on his dark endeavors.

With a smirk adorning his face, Akudama strode confidently in a random direction, surrounded by a multitude of onlookers. Though their gazes fixated upon him, he paid them no heed. Suddenly, he leaped into the air, defying gravity and effortlessly floating above the ground, leaving the astonished crowd in awe.

As Akudama continued to gracefully leap through the air, whispers began to ripple through the surrounding crowd. Voices murmured, questioning his identity. "Is that a sorcerer?" they wondered aloud, their curiosity tinged with a mix of awe and apprehension.

Yet, the murmurs soon transformed into spiteful words as more people joined in. "Hey, sorcerer!" they jeered, their words dripping with malice. "I hope you meet your demise at the deepest depths of the earth!"

Unfazed by their antagonistic remarks, Akudama remained oblivious to their intentions. Ignoring the vitriol that surrounded him, he pressed forward, his focus unwavering.

As Akudama came to a halt mid-air, a sudden figure emerged from the crowd and launched a surprise attack, landing a powerful punch squarely on his form. The impact sent Akudama hurtling towards the ground, his body crashing with a thud.

With a groan, Akudama slowly rose to his feet, his expression hardened by the assault. The assailant's voice cut through the air, filled with contempt and hatred. "I hope you meet your demise! Sorcerers like you shouldn't even exist in this world!"

Despite the person's persistent hostility, Akudama remained resolute and steadfast in his purpose. Ignoring the assailant's anger, he continued walking, determined to forge his own path.

However, the person's frustration reached a boiling point, and they launched another attack, striking Akudama once more. Undeterred, Akudama skillfully evaded the assault, gracefully sidestepping the blows.

Seizing an opportune moment, he swiftly moved away, leaving the person off balance and stumbling in his own aggression. With a well-timed step, Akudama managed to make the person trip and fall, their own momentum causing them to land awkwardly on their toe.

Without looking back, Akudama pressed on, his unwavering resolve unshaken by the altercation.

As Akudama pressed forward, his journey led him to his intended destination. There, he beheld a multitude of individuals donning attire similar to his own, all heading towards a grand edifice known as the "school."

Akudama continued his stride towards the nearby door, a group of children caught sight of him. Their innocent gazes fell upon his striking black hair and eyes, and a sense of astonishment washed over them. The sight of someone possessing such dark features seemed to defy their understanding, for no living being was known to possess hair as black as night matched with eyes of equal darkness.

Having arrived at his designated classroom, labeled as Class 1 - B, Akudama stepped into the room. Inside, several dozen children occupied various seats and spaces, their attention momentarily interrupted by his entrance. As they turned to face him, a mix of emotions played across their expressions.

Among the gazes, one stood out—a look of disgust and frustration directed towards Akudama. However, he remained unfazed by the negative sentiment. It mattered little to him, for their fleeting judgments held no power over his purpose.

Notably absent was the presence of a teacher, leaving the class seemingly unguided. Yet, Akudama paid no mind to this absence, as he was accustomed to forging his own path, untethered by conventional authority.

As Akudama made his way to the front of the classroom, he stood before the board, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his classmates. With a calm yet commanding presence, he introduced himself.

"My name is Akudama," he declared, his voice resonating with a hint of mystery. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."