Magic and Magician(M.M.)

Could we plunge further into Akira's world and foster the events of the day.

The sky reached out over the Tokyo Mile Auxiliary School, a huge spread of cyan that mirrored the calm of the ocean. Akira wound up lost in its profundities, his contemplations drifting unpredictably as he considered the bluntness of his existence. No matter what his shallow show of sureness, a sensation of instability troubled his inside parts, empowering him to search for something more.

As Akira stayed in the porch, a startling impact against his head split the quietness existing up from all the other things. " Ahhh! What on earth?" he yelled, normally showing up at up to work the shortcoming where he'd been struck. Investigating, he met the brutal look of his arrangement of encounters teacher, Mr. Raphael Azazel, whose failure was self-evident.

Raphael's voice cut through the air like a whip. " How frequently do I have to shout to you, Akira?" His tone loose fairly as he took care of business, an obliged smile twisting his lips. " Akira, assuming no one really cares either way, read the underlying ten pages from the course book."

However, Akira, ever the progressive, wouldn't concur. " No, sir. Ask someone else," he countered, his opposition contacted with a sprinkle of insubordination.

"Similar end result regardless. Persuade me, or you'll manage repercussion," Raphael advised, his comprehension wearing battered.

Akira's pride extended inside him as he drove forward. " Haven't you heard? Let the past be the past. I think focusing on history will be worthwhile," he fought, his words spilling with disobedience.

In any case, Raphael was not one to persevere through obstruction. " You'll finish on different occasions more homework, or you'll stand up to a lot crueler outcomes," he subverted, his dismay stewing deep down.

"No!" Akira battled energetically, feeling an unforeseen chill creep down his spine. Glancing through the window, he saw a figure that seemed to arise all of a sudden — a hitting woman with long, streaming dull hair and puncturing green eyes. She stayed with a nature of conviction, her presence educating thought.

"Akira, might you anytime hear me?" Raphael's voice destitute the blazing shock, snapping Akira back to this present reality. " You appear like you've seen a ghost," he remarked, his disappointment self-evident.

Endeavoring to recuperate, Akira stammered, "What happened, sir? Is there an issue?"

Raphael's disposition loose barely, replaced by a tricky smile. " Try not to stress over it, Akira. Basically ideal the homeroom after class," he educated with a grandiose inundation of his hand.

As the ring rang, hailing the day's end, Akira remained behind to fulfill his discipline. Alone in the review corridor, he couldn't shake the image of the peculiar woman from his mind. Who was she? Moreover, appearance's significance could be a little more clear.

Little did Akira know, his involvement in the secretive woman was just the beginning of an outing that would lead him down a method of disclosure, experience, and self-affirmation. As he kicked the brush and off to clear the homeroom floor, he was unable to oppose the valuable chance to feel a sensation of assumption working inside him. Something amazing was somewhat close, and Akira was ready to embrace anything that predetermination had accessible for him.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Akira began to clean the classroom, the mundane task providing a brief respite from the chaos of the day. As his classmates filed out, one person remained behind—Sakura, the stunning young woman with long, flowing black hair and captivating brown eyes. She had a slender figure and a graceful demeanor that drew people to her. Often seen wearing the school uniform with a touch of her own style, accessorized with ribbons and charms, Sakura waited for Akira.

"Let me help you," Sakura offered, as she often did, always ready to lend a helping hand. She was not only popular but also the class president.

"No, I can do it myself," Akira replied stubbornly, refusing her assistance. Sakura couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at his rejection.

"Why does he always refuse my help? Am I that useless?" Sakura wondered silently, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"You're the class president; you have many duties to attend to. Besides, I'm the one who's useless," Akira insisted, unaware of the effect his words had on Sakura. "You're the most useful person I know."

Hearing Akira's acknowledgment, Sakura's heart fluttered, though her blush went unnoticed by him.

"I'll always be here for him, always ready to help him, because... because I love him," Sakura admitted silently to herself before saying aloud, "I'll take my leave then."

"Bye, Sakura," Akira called out as she left the room, his attention returning to the task at hand.

As Akira continued to clean, a few minutes later, he heard a sound that seemed to shake the entire school building. At first, he thought it was an earthquake and dismissed it, but then he heard heavy footsteps approaching. Opening the door cautiously, Akira's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw a figure with horns, its clothes torn and tattered.

"Could it be a Rakshasa? No, they don't exist in real life," Akira muttered to himself, but his disbelief quickly turned to terror as he realized the creature before him was all too real.

With no other option, Akira made a split-second decision and leaped out of the window, the Rakshasa following close behind. As he fell through the air, thoughts of his impending demise raced through Akira's mind. "Is this the end? Is life truly so unfair?" he wondered bitterly.

But just as he braced himself for the impact, a figure appeared out of nowhere—a striking woman with long, flowing black hair and piercing green eyes. She exuded an air of confidence and mystery, dressed in elegant robes adorned with arcane symbols. Landing gracefully beside Akira, she introduced herself as Mia Sun.

"That jump wasn't ordinary. Who are you?" Akira asked, bewildered by her sudden appearance.

"I'm a magician," Mia replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Magic and magicians exist here too?" Akira questioned incredulously, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation.

"Of course," Mia confirmed with a smile before unleashing a powerful blast of ice magic against the Rakshasa, her actions swift and precise.

As Mia unleashed her maximum output ice magic, a powerful ice wall surged forth, engulfing the Rakshasa in a frigid embrace. The creature let out a roar of agony as the icy tendrils pierced its flesh, freezing it from within until it lay still, defeated.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Mia turned to face Akira, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to stand. Despite her injuries, she mustered a weak smile and introduced herself.

"I'm Mia Sun," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a pro magician, specializing in elemental magic."

Akira nodded, his eyes wide with awe at the display of power he had just witnessed. But before he could respond, a sudden movement caught them both off guard—the Rakshasa, presumed dead, had somehow managed to gather its remaining strength and launch a devastating attack at Mia.

The force of the blow sent Mia crashing to the ground, her body battered and broken. She tried to summon her magic to defend herself, but the injuries were too severe, leaving her powerless and vulnerable.

Akira watched in horror as the Rakshasa advanced towards Mia, its claws poised to strike a fatal blow. With no weapons and no magic of his own, he felt a sense of helplessness wash over him.

But then, something stirred within Akira—a surge of energy unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It coursed through his veins, filling him with strength and determination.

In that moment of clarity, Akira realized the true extent of his newfound abilities. He possessed elemental magic, allowing him to manipulate fire, water, air, lightning, earth, dark, and light with ease. And as if that weren't enough, he also wielded a special magic—the Gandiva Bow, a mythical weapon from Hindu mythology.

Drawing upon his newfound powers, Akira manifested an arrow made of pure energy, its form resembling that of an eagle in flight. With a steady hand and unwavering focus, he aimed the arrow at the Rakshasa's heart and let it fly.

The arrow soared through the air with incredible speed and accuracy, piercing through the Rakshasa's chest with pinpoint precision. With a final roar of defiance, the creature fell to the ground, its life force extinguished.

As the dust settled, Mia looked up at Akira with astonishment and gratitude. "Akira," she whispered, her voice filled with awe, "you have magic and special magic too."

And in that moment, Akira realized that his destiny was far greater than he had ever imagined. With Mia by his side, he would embark on a journey of discovery and adventure, unlocking the full potential of his powers and shaping the fate of the world itself.