《Anti-Martial Academy: PRiSMA Saga (LN)》Prologue
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The sun was high, and those who had prepared their whole lives to enter the Academy today knelt.
On the floor in front of each of them were the weapons issued to them. All of them were different.
Some had their guns, others had their swords, but one stood out among the rest for its strangeness.
Even though this was a place where fledgling Dragoons earned their Rank, there was actually someone bring a mere 'Pen' to the battlefield. It made some of his fellow classmates chuckle.
They held in their laughter. Now wasn't the time to break the somber moment. The teacher spoke:
"Congratulations for entering the Anti-Martial Academy. You shall use your Limiter Inverters to protect the peace, as competent Magi should. If you want to change its shape, then earn enough money to pay for such an alteration. Remember that your lives will be connected to your weapon from now on." Her eyes stayed on the one youth who didn't get issued a 'weapon' and moved on.
When her eyes made contact with him, she could see a deep arrogance and hubris in his eyes, as well as a fiery will and burning resolve. Pretty rare of an attitude to have among the new Cadets.
"Time to attach your Macro Converters." The class nodded and picked up another piece before them.
Most attached these micro-computers that did magical calculations for them on their weapons. It was only a rare few who wore their mini-computers as accessories. It was clear what they prepared for.
"Now fight. Show me your worth." The moment she spoke this, the class turned on each other.
Magic Bullets were sequenced, loaded and shot, while MagiBlade's condensed high density Mana.
It was a chaotic battlefield where those who were hit got knocked unconscious. Within the large class of around 50 students, the examiners held high hopes for a few talented recruits this year.
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...Only to be devastated when the battle royale between students ended within 10 minutes.
The youth with a pen, Fritz Lazrik, had been showing off his skill as only 'Charm Caster' to be enrolled in the Academy. He laughed and defeated multiple classmates with ease using Paper Charms.
His body turned illusionary one moment, and changed positions with another in the next.
He specialised in crowd-fighting, so there wasn't much for the fanged tiger to do but to hunt.
To him, the rest of them were just fresh meat to consume and grow stronger. He was an animal...
The teachers agreed that the youth wielding a MagiPen fought demonically; in a clear frenzy.
["I'll show you Charms are a legit sorcery!"]
He drew on many papers and threw them...
["I'm infallible! Guns and swords are useless."]
He had unbridled confidence in himself. A bright yellow horn was shining on his head like sunlight.
There was just one girl left...
["Even if your a girl, I won't hold back!"]
Despite his prior confidence, a look of emptiness appeared in the youth's eyes moments later.
He hit the floor powerlessly in mere moments...
Not a gun, not a sword, but a fist was hanging above his face. Fresh blood dripped from his lips.
"But... but...!" He couldn't accept the outcome.
His pride, his dreams, his everything, was crushed by a girl who defeated the class with her fists.
Everything he'd once had the ambition to do after climbing to the top of the Ranks vanished. The youth was forced to realise that in this world, there existed monsters who defied common sense.
In front of them, all his hard work was useless...
As the scarlet-haired Cadet looked down on Fritz emotionlessly, he averted his eyes in pure dread.
The MagiPen in his hand could no longer function anymore. The Macro Converter was broken...
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There was only two words the beauty- No, the War Goddess spoke after seeing his last struggle:
"Accept defeat." The beaury's words were so cold that his face turned white, and his body shivered.
The winner was already decided...
The 'Tooth Extractor' in middle school had his fangs broken at his high school entrance ceremony. That name would fade along with his reputation after having his arrogance broken.
This incident happened a year ago, and to this very day, he never forgot it, even is it's a year later...
His Charms lost their strength that day...
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