Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The magic practice hall was located away from the school building across the hallway.

The ceiling is high and it is a spacious space, but there is no sense of liberation.

Because all the windows are covered with black curtains.

While only the lamp lights illuminate the venue, Almark and the others wait in line for the teacher.

Everyone didn't seem nervous and was discussing it hastily.

Almark stood at the back of the line, but the torque that had just been entangled looked back at him and saw him whispering something around him.

Soon, a teacher with a pale face came in. I wear a grey robe.

"... let's get started. First of all, they use their magic without using their wands."

At the same time as the teacher's words, the lamp lights go out and are wrapped in darkness except for the light of a faint day that plunges through a very small gap in the curtain. Along with that, the atmosphere in the venue changed.

The students who lived until now were quiet at the same time. Each deep breathing sound resonates in the venue.

As Almark watched as he breathed, a little flame began to light up in the student's palm.

It's the magic of lights.

Almark thought.

I also often used the magician I met on my journey.

The magician was certainly not a graduate of the academy, but he had extensive practical experience.

But what a delicate thing about the flames that are now lit up in the students' hands, compared to the magical flames of the lights that he showed at that time.

The size of each flame stays the same, floating slightly on their palms, just under the rub.

It means that these 11-year-old students have more advanced skills than that much older sorcerer.

Almark understood further now.

They are not just innocent children.

Each of them is a magical genius who deserves to be allowed into this academy.

Yasugi's teacher seemed to be watching the flames whilst walking silently among the students.

Occasionally, telling someone something vaguely gives them advice.

He came to Almark and stopped when he realized that nothing was coming out of his hand.

"... oh, you."

The teacher murmured with a faint voice and nodded small.

"I'm listening. Come to me after school. I'll give you a tutorial."

Almark nodded in exchange for a reply.

All right, that's it.

When the teacher clapped his hands with bread, the students' flames disappeared at the same time, and the lamp lights up. Apparently, the lamps are also magical.

"We're all very focused. Or did you think it was impossible to imitate something unusual just before you were transferred...?

The teacher laughed thinly as he said.

Each student is illuminated by a lamp.

Some people have cool faces, others have sweats on their foreheads. It is Morgan who is breathing on his shoulders.

"All right, I'll use my cane. Take each one."

The teacher pointed to a wooden box placed in the corner.

The students walked out on you all at once, and Almark followed suit.

Inside the crate were dozens of wands as long as Almark's waist.

It's a training wand.

Soon Wendy, who was nearby, told me gently.

"What's next?"

Wendy whispered, handing Almark his wand.

"Maybe it's wind or stone carvings. It depends on how Dr. Ilmis feels."

And he told me.