Then a teacher walked into the classroom. Tarasque is 30 6' in height and with the build of an athlete. His dark brown hair had military cut yet he had a bit of stubble, no robe and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbows revealing his muscularity.
"First of all let me introduce myself. My name is Jian Trasque, and I was born a commoner" He took a long pause, letting those words echo through the class taking a mental note of whoever made a disgusted or disapproving face, for future reference.
"Back in my days, I got rejected by the fire dragon academy. I was forced to join the association as a home-schooled and then worked my way up as an adventurer, until I managed to get my specializations. My talent has been acknowledged to the position as a professor in this academy and the fire dragon hamster got fired for being an incompetent old fool. If any of you share his vision, feel free to join him."
Trasque pointed at the door.
"No one? Well then let's start with the good stuff. Theory of combat magic, you'll be asking yourselves: what the heck does it even mean? You all are proficient in the first t three tiers of magic, what could I possibly teach you?"
"The answer is how to keep you alive by revealing the true value of magic. I I know its name is horrible but since the dawn of academies, chore magic has helped examiner to separate the wheat from the chaff."
"Have you ever asked yourselves why it was the first thing they required you to perform? Because here, inside one of the great academies, from now on you'll learn how to love and respect it with its true name: the first magic."
"First magic is the reason why a magician can live long enough to have children. Share is weak but the time for even a tier one spell if someone tries to stab you? The answer is: no, you wouldn't. Without first magic you would die,wasting all the time, effort, and money that your parents and the academy have invested in your formation."
The lesson proceeded with Trasue making examples of different life and death situations and how to survive by using the simple tricks of first magic. Most of the class was furiously taking notes, only Victoria and a few other of the over two hundred attendees would look around, surprised by the ignorance of their peers.
After two hours, the lesson came to an end.
"And that;s it for explanations. This part is covered, although less charmingly, in the first twenty pages of your book. For the next lesson, I expect you to know them inside and out, together with pages twenty to fifty."
"The best way to learn the theory behind a fight is to experience it firsthand, so we won't be meeting in a classroom again only in the training room. From the fourth year onwards, you are required to get your hands dirty."
"You will study in your free time if you need tol. The same strand is explanatory, then comes only practice. Those who don't keep up will fail and be expelled. Remember that there are no second chances, always give your best ."
All the students had worried expressions. Reading and memorizing form book to take an exam every three months was one thing. It was another thing entirely being constantly traded day after day, pushing you to your limit. Since the next lesson was also a mandatory course for everyone the class wouldn't change. There would just be a short break before the next professor arrived.
A group of three girls stands and walks over to Victoria, who's sitting and chatting with Alex and Stella.
The tall, lean one steps forward and introduces herself with a cool confidence. "I'm Olivia Hallowell," she says. "And these are my friends, Maximilian Pegasus and Miles Genys."
Amelia tilts her head, eyeing Victoria with a sneer. "Why don't you come sit up front with us, Noble? Instead of wasting your time with these filthy commoners."
Victoria doesn't miss a beat. "Because unlike you, they actually earned their place here. After the Academy, your parents bought you tutors. They learned magic the hard way — you had it easy."
The three girls recoil, as if slapped.
Maximilian recovers first. "Did you really not have tutors?"
Victoria shakes her head. "No. I learned my first magic from the servants in our house. And I taught myself Tiers One through Three on my own."
Then a new professor walked in and said "Good morning, boys and girls. My Name is Valesa Nalear, nice to meet you all." and then Victoria looked up from her book of the lesson. Victoria's heart skipped a beat.
As Professor Nalear was mid-twenties,around 5'7" high. Her face had an oval shape with delicate features and her honey blonde hair with a shade of purple was pulled back in a pony-tial. She wore almost no wake-up accentuating her natural beauty. Despite her robe being completely buttoned up, it was not baggy enough for Victoria's highly trained eyes to be incapable of measuring her three sizes.
With every stride she took, he was able to appreciate her soft curves more and more.