《Rise Of The Greatest Magus》Chapter 9: Introduction To The Classes
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After this, all was done the old lady in the gold robe led them further into the school. They had to walk at least twenty minutes in the hallways that had nothing in them but doors. When he noticed this he actually wondered where the light came from as there didn’t seem to be a source but in the end, he couldn’t locate it and could only speculate that all the stones here were glowing ever so slightly.
After this time had passed they had to go down a stairway and enter the door at the bottom of it. Unlike the other rather basic doors, this door was decorated with gold, it was about five meters high and was surrounded by runes he couldn’t read.
When he went inside he suddenly felt like puking again as he leaned against the wall and tried to keep it in. When he looked at the others he noticed there were only a few others that reacted like him while most others seemed to be used to this. When he looked at where they came from there was only a wall making it rather clear that the feeling came from teleportation.
Villin quickly steadied himself so as to not look too wimpy but nobody seemed to care at this time as the teacher kept walking. She stopped a few meters further as she stopped to look at the students.
“This is the wing for the first graders. Usually, the spacial doors will be locked, if you ever wish to use them you must ask for permission from either a teacher or the ‘grade holder’. The grade holder is at the end of the hall to the right.” She said as she pointed into a hallway.
“The dorms are straight ahead down the stairs. Class A dorms are on the left side while class B dorms are on the right side. For the rest of the day, I suggest you get to know your fellow students. I should also let you all know you are not allowed into the enchanting, pill-making, and magic array class as long as you haven’t memorized their respective books until pages seven, nineteen and twenty-six respectively. Your schedule and books will be found in the chest underneath your beds. Class A will also find basic resources every week in order to assist you in your progress. Welcome to the academy!”
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As she finished her speech she took out her wand “Vahishimo!”
Once she said this line while moving her wand in seemingly random lines she suddenly disappeared from everyone’s view.
This time Villin immediately broke free from the group as he headed toward the dormitories, he had no interest in talking with his classmates at this time, he only wanted to check the new books he had gotten!
As expected at the end of the hall was a spiral staircase going down. When he got down, he noticed there was one door on either side. One of them had a big letter A engraved while the other had B on it. He walked into the class B door without any hesitation.
Now he was in another hallway. On the right side, there was a door every two meters with a name engraved into a metal plate next to it. He had the thirteenth door which probably meant he was quite lucky since there were hundreds of doors in this hallway.
When he got in he couldn’t help but smile a little. Even though the room wasn’t big, it wasn’t as if he had a roommate either. There was a bed, a desk, and a closet. Furthermore, there was a radio and, of course, the chest underneath his bed.
The room wasn’t big and the walls were mostly dark green which didn’t make it feel too spacious but he really didn’t mind it too much.
When he grabbed the large chest under his bed and opened it, he had a stupid grin on his face. Inside the chest were a myriad of things. The right half was filled with over a dozen different books spanning over all of the subjects. On the left half were some items. There were two small cauldrons. When he first heard about pill-refining he somewhat expected the cauldrons to be big, maybe like those in harry potter. Instead, these cauldrons could barely fit his hands.
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Other than the cauldrons there was, what looked like a pack of crayons. Villin knew these would be used for magic arrays and a special pen that was to be used for enchanting.
It was hard to explain how happy he was when he saw these items, especially the pen. He was somewhat afraid the items would be shared and so he would have to leave it in the classroom, this would mean he wouldn’t be able to enchant anything he wanted before he got enough magic crystals to buy a pen like this one.
He also saw a paper showing what classes he would have when and where.
The classes he had chosen had the ‘optional’ tag beneath them. What surprised him however was that the ‘optional’ tag was also used somewhere else.
Near the end of the first month, there was an optional ‘class’ named ‘Mashry tryouts’. Villin looked at this for a few seconds thinking back. He didn’t remember reading anything about this back in Silver’s library. There was a good chance he’d hear more of it in the following month though so he decided not to think about it yet.
He first grabbed the book for enchanting as he was somewhat familiar with it already and it was the first of the three optional classes that would take place, three days from now.
He remembered the teacher say he had to remember everything until page seven so he decided to start with that before moving onto the next book.
As soon as he started reading Villin felt stumped. Even though he only read a few words his mood shifted as he realized this wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped. Every single word in this book had intent behind it. Emotions seemed to be bursting from them making him overwhelmed after just a few sentences.
Since his head started hurting he quickly closed the book and set on his bed slightly dejected.
Every word had intent behind it and he could feel it wasn’t random. Even though purely memorizing the text on the seven pages shouldn’t be a huge problem, the intent was another thing on its own. Yet he could feel it had a purpose and the emotions weren’t random. There was certainly a second reason behind every word making it so that he would have to understand all of it to truly get it. These three days might very well not be enough, certainly with the other normal classes he had to attend.
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