As the group of students were walking through the hall, admiring the landscape, they saw beautiful garden flowers, with students practicing, with students throwing fire, fire up in the sky, wind coming out of the tips of their fingers, and water that would just manifest out of the air.
All practicing magic and the ones who were walking were murmuring if they were actually seeing level 1 magic come, until they were stopped by a professor handed are the student's, offered them an blank ID card that states, your name, your birthdate, the things like your gender, species, height, eye colour, favorite colour and what role you suspect you be. And the ones in front were asking what's this for, as one of the students told them that they shouldn't worry about this so soon, and told them all to continue walking straight as they were close to the hall.
As they continue strutting down the hall, as others are still watching the ones who perform magic, a third slightly turns his head to the right and sees students handling mass weapons of steel, some of them throwing arrows at each other, shields being made, spears being thrown at a distance, and one student came up to him and asked.
So, you like what you see? Sorry, Asur responded in confusion, It's okay, man, I won't bite. So, what's this called asur asked about it? Oh, this is called the Hall of Champions. Yeah, this is where most physically gifted Venmen come to- And the gardens Asur quickly add? Oh, the Bloom Gardens? I'm guessing you saw all those magical people in your wandering, right? Yep. Yep, Asur's answered back in surprise. But don't worry about it. Oh, and my name is Victor. Asu. Nice to meet you, Asu. So, what are you? I'm a third year here at Rosewell and you? I'm an exchange student asur say. Oh, you're one of the new guys the third year say?
So, what are we going to be doing at the hall asur asked him? Well, nothing much he say, You'll just be listening to the teacher's propaganda, trying to hype up the school and everything. And, yeah, that's it. And after that, you have to just fill out that card, keep it with you at all times, and then you reunite with your parents. Wait, our parents are here asur asked in confusion? Oh Yeah. The day you come to the school is treated as your orientation day. After that, it's just completely up to you. But what about the final payment ask fear in asur voice? Oh no, that's for your parents man you don't actually start until the end of the month. Until then, they're just giving you time to familiarize yourself with the school. Hmm. Oh, I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't keep you waiting, Asur. Oh, look like your people are leaving you back. Thanks a lot Mrrrr. Teaux It's cool, man. Catch you around if you decide to join teaux says.
As they finally reached the hall, a professor stepped forward at the door. A professor in a professional white blazer, tailor-made and designed in a way that makes them look as if they have multiple PhDs, stepped forth and greeted them with a gentle smile and a calming aura that made them relax around him as he said, Good morning, everyone. We're so thankful to have you here, Congratulations. Please, go inside and find any place to sit down. The program will begin shortly as soon as we have everyone seated. Everyone nodded in silence, others with a, yes sir, that was barely audible, and he just smiled at them. And as the students were taking their seats, multiple other people were waiting.
The professor Minerva, came forth in the break room. Ah, finally, there's no more people that are gonna be here with the surprises she laid down on the couch. So, Professor Owen, see any new potential there? No, most of them have just been fairly above standard. So, the average? Yes, there's only a few exceptions. How sure are you with this? Quite sure. The professor asked, give me a specific number to work with here, Professor Owen just sighed. If I'm to be honest, I don't see most of these people ever finish all the tests. Why? The test isn't that hard, anyway. Yes, for most capable people, all of these people, I fear that their numbers will be lower than they were. Estimate? Minerva asked, already knowing what the number might be. I'd say about 400 would enter. That's still quit the low number but still a lot. Yes, but not the number we need to at least keep some of the classes active Owen says. Minerva sighed. Fine, we should probably get down there. So, where's Lumion? He's making coffee. And the other professors? Remember, they were in, remember, it's still a school, so they're in class teaching. That's not fun. That's not fun, they're going to miss, they're going to miss the best part Minerva said. Don't worry. We'll just, tell them who are the real exceptions Owen answered. But Minerva asked What about the ones that fail? You know, we can always help them later Minerva he responded. No, We should, we should get down there. But we are the administration after all. So they need to see some sort of power and authority on the first day. Really? Yep. Minerva, Minerva sighed while getting up. You know you still, you know you still owe me coffee as they were both walking out.
Their conversation fading. As the students, as the children finally have taken a seat, and have been quietly murmuring to each student around them, asking how long do they think they can keep, do they think they can continue this, because from what they know, the first days are always the roughest. But since they're still not technically involved, involved with the school, they can just cancel any time conversations were flying as Asur was listening in close to them while also trying to keep his mind on what exactly is going to happen here.
The windows in the hall began to automatically close themselves, plunging everything into a surreal darkness. And then from there, a small little sound, a quiet hum from a one tiny blue orb barely visible, was floating through the dark. The murmurs continued in the dark until more tiny blue orbs appeared from them. And as they were gathering to the center of the hall, it began to make a sound. And before they knew it, the tiny blue orbs bursted into a million other orbs, creating an illusion, creating a spectacle illusion of animals. As a whale was created in the darkness, even mimicking the sounds with how surreal it were. And as it splashed to the floor, a bunch of birds were flying near people, and a soul almost tried to touch them, but quickly held themselves back, trying to understand what all of these were, until they gathered up and formed a singular light, where someone was standing there, and he introduced himself.
Good afternoon, good morning, or afternoon to all of you here. My name is Graveman bokomo, and I am a noble bard of the Rosewell Academy. And I wrote a little song to all of you. As he began to play his instrument, he began to sing. Do you know of the tales that were wanted beyond the furthest grave? Do you know how long we've caved here? Do you want to know? I've come back for you, asking for your ears. Pacedown, begging for your tears. Listen closely, cause I want you to hear. Let me tell you the first story. Boom, boom, here's Rosewell to hear our song. We are a bunch of people, yes you know. The world is not always such a joy. But baby, I just want you to know. You're not alone, "you're not alone"," you're not alone". And the surreal hum from the flies that were creating began to split, creating many lights of their own as they traveled. And from the ones that remained, they created a jazz song, ringing around the hall stadium inside. Creating serene light that was flowing around.
As the bard continues to sing, Here in this world of centuries, Where heavenly mountains found a stream, Where many of our kind come to rest and dream, To find their inner joy, I ask you here and now, Do you want to experience What lies beneath their mystery? The fog that carries you, I see, You're not alone, you're not alone. Stand with me in the home, You're not alone, you're not alone. Dance in mystery, Around the flames of joy and speech, Celebrate what lies beneath, You're not alone, you're not alone. Roswell is our home. As the flame grew older, That were unwrapped by the rain, Began to ring in themselves, Creating a kind of harmonious opera, That began to mimic the last ones. You're not alone, You're not alone, You're not alone. Voices, the voice levels differed. Each of them, as they began, And the others that were creating flame-blue lights, Allowing the people to see, Began to form shapes of animals once again. This time they, this time it formed, It formed a world travelling through the sky, Home still and looking down next to the bar, And then more gathered up to create a cocoon, As the bar continued to sing.
I'm asking you not to stay with me, I'm not out of choice or obligation, I'm not there feeling, On where you truly want to be. This glass is offering you a chance, Away from the dangers of the outside. Baby, oh my, Out of all the whispers you hear, Listen to my voice, oh please, my dear. As the orbs now formed, Formed the magnificent figure of a butterfly, Flapping its wings as it releases from its orbs, And the cocoon it's made, once it fully dissipates, It bursts and flies towards, Towards being, towards every student out there, Staying in front of them. As all of them can hear the quiet hums of Nwenda together, They make the song that rings out. Some students even begin to sing the parts that they hear. You're not alone, you're not alone, Oh baby, oh please, In a century, You're not alone, Rosewood is our home, You're not alone, you're not alone, You and I are one, For a statement and we ask you to stand free. You're not alone, You're not alone, You are not alone, You are not alone. As the bird took a step, the orbs all continued, And wrapped themselves around him, And disappeared into the atmosphere. The windows began to open themselves up, And right before him, and as soon as the windows clapped, After he opened fully, after his disappearance, The students all clapped in amazement of the performance, And the little song that they barely understood, And knew that it could do some work.
The applause continued to roar as the students called out bokomo, thanking him for his song, even in its absence, as the crackling continued. Some of them were even voicing the fact that bokomo's song very much could have needed work, but for what it was, it was beautiful. And then, from nowhere, someone, and then from nowhere, a whole line of teachers came forth, and a man stood forward in front of all the clapping students and simply asked all of them to quiet down, quiet down please, as the clapping continued. His voice didn't raise, it didn't yell, it only became much firmer in its decision while still keeping the warmth. Quiet down, quiet down please, the clapping began to fade as some students returned back to their seat. I still watched closely on what was about to happen until the hall became absolutely silent once more.
Right, thank you. Good afternoon, everyone, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mr. Joseph, and I am the current principal of Rosevelt Academy. And we stand before you here, thanking all of you for joining us on this special day. As you know, Rosewell Academy is a place for education, exploration, and culture, along with also service and learning about the world. Some, we may not have the best reviews online, as some people call us old-fashioned, and don't receive them, and downright inhumane. But that's because we, as proud people of Rosevelt, follow the five principles given to us by the ones that came before. Principles that we do not abandon, no matter what. If it means even turning the world against you, and for you to keep your principles and values, that is what Rosewell is. We are here to make sure that we do not hide behind a veil of lies and a mask of fantasy, so we will entertain the idea of what could be. But the Rosewell way says, do not lie deeply in fantasy. Also remember, you can turn your dreams into reality.
Now students sit forth, sit forth carefully throughout the silence, you have all been hearing rumors that there's always a test that we do in the first day when you arrive. And that is true to some extent, but it is not, it is not, it is not a written test. Mostly. What? The students begin to murmur, my dowdry! And then the murmurs immediately halted. My colleagues here will care to explain further. Professor Lumen, would you mind? Professor Lumen Layers by fabric fall cleanly along his frame, long and deliberate, trimmed with muted color that suggests function over ornament. The cloak does not billow; it settles. It behaves the way authority does—quietly, without asking for attention. Beneath it, his attire is precise, balanced, assembled with intention rather than vanity.
His face carries wear without weakness. The lines around his eyes speak of observation, not exhaustion. His gaze does not challenge—it assesses. When he looks forward, it feels less like scrutiny and more like calculation already completed.Who asked the students to please take out your ID cards and product and and put it in front and then raise your left hand to the right to the to the to the further age of where you can barely touch your the person sitting next to you professor Lumion and then ask the students too repeat the word she's about to it to say
And then, out of nowhere, his pupils began to glow in a faint pink and blue light. The students in front immediately saw, as if they could barely see the color glow, before the professor said in a voice that shook the students, that shook the students' wake up to reality. And then, Asur's vision began to blur. Out of nowhere, he tilted and then fell, and then the environment around him went completely dark. And that's when, and by the time he opened his eyes, he wasn't able to speak anymore. And neither were the other students. They were in a field, but now instead of an empty, barren wasteland where you can barely see the city, the academy was standing right in front of them. Quite big, but before they could even process, Professor Lumen came forth once again, with his pupils still glowing, and he said, hypnosis. And everything, as the process repeated itself, drowsy, pitch black. And then, when they woke up, they found themselves inside a circular dome, with an almost crystal exterior reflecting back at them as if mimicking natural sunlight. And right before them stood a new Professor looked at them. Alright, his voice boomed.
Quiet down, you maggots. I don't have all day, and neither do you, so let's get this thing started. Okay, students. The man, with the hat, standing in front of them. My name is Professor Branskin. His arms were covered by what could only be considered as goggles. Steel-themed smoke. His color scheme was simple and yet effective in the way he behaved. His red hat and jacket and his blue shirt and simple latex and simple jeans made the fact that he was wearing latex shoes seem the most strange and yet sensible thing at the time. And while the other students were still trying to wrap their heads around what happening, his voice boomed, low, rough, and still growling in frustration. All right, newbies. I would like you...wait. Since you all have your cards, are nods followed,good I'll want you to do this exact simple thing. Call out to your system window, and say the word, integration while having the card in your hand. And as students appeared and as the system window came out, people continued to, some said it with confidence, system integration. Others with more skepticism in mind, some even whispering the words. Asur just stood there, thinking not even sure to what to do, but he just figured, it can't hurt me more than it can hurt them, probably. And then he said the words, system integration.
As the system opened a second screen and flashed in front of them, [integration requests granted. Please hold for a moment] as the ID card that was blank before was suddenly disappeared into thin air. And then, from nowhere, a loading screen appeared where the first window was noted, as it's saying, [integrating request. Please wait]. As the percentage continued to crank up [15%,27% 33%] up to [49%], some students just looked impatient, as if they were scanning around while checking what exactly would happen. And then, once the number finally reached 100%, the system flashed a third window, saying, [integration complete. Please be prepared]. And then, from nowhere, the system windows around them flashed around, changing their outfits, and put them in.Color deepens in this layer—darker tones dominating, contrasted by precise accents. These choices are not expressive; they are institutional. The garment does not adapt to the wearer. The wearer is expected to adapt to it.
Most of the students reached out in public, asking and screaming, "What the hell is this uniform for"? Professor Branstad just looked at each of the ones who were screaming the most and asked them in the most mocking voice he had, All right, copshots, snapping of his fingers. For those that complained the most, he made their clothes far too loose. For some, he made them far too tight and asked, There, is that better of your style? The ones who had loose clothes couldn't even breathe right. The ones whose clothes hang as loose as a needle. Were suddenly pulling them up, preventing them from falling. Those that didn't complain just looked at the spectacle of a mess. Asking themselves, "what did we even sign up for"? And the professor just couldn't hold back and then laughed, a full-on big laugh, to the point where his head tipped over, as he continued to laugh, at the students' expense. Those whose clothes had been adjusted continued to protest even louder. And then, out of nowhere, from one of the students who had his clothes adjusted, just chunked a fireball at the professor, and just knocked his head to the ground. That's when the professor's laugh died. Not in a way that it would normally fade. It just stopped, and that's where it felt wrong. Too wrong. The professor just looked at them. The previous joy and amusement's gone. And then he said the words that might have sealed the child's fate, and asked them, If you think you're going to do something that shitty, kid, and expect to walk free, yeah, you're not at home where you can just treat me like that, I'll your personal play toy.
The students knew exactly the tone and the voice of when someone just changed. They backed away, revealing the student, who still had his hand up, and then tied quickly put it away. The professor just looked at him, and then, out of nowhere, he raised his arm, and said the words "Hydro Pump" in a flash. A high voltage of water blasted on to the student chest down to the ground, and the professor didn't even let up. He just said again, with the water continuing to push down at the student, and not even giving him a chance to breathe. And then he closed his fist, picked up his hat, in a quick motion, dusted it, and then put it back on the right arm, where he just blasted the water. Still released the student, and said this to the student, If any of you try any more funny business again, I will make sure that I bury you so far down that your soul won't even leave the ground. Dead silence followed children afraid to even breathe, right? Not knowing what he's going to do. And he looked at them. The warmth in his eyes completely faded away and replaced with absolute certainty. And then he said it. We're going to begin your test now. Snapping his finger, a giant golden orb appeared behind him, and then he said, I hope you're all ready. This is not going to be a fun ride.
And then he snapped his finger once more. The dome was glowing, each crystal reflecting light that was in there. Until it became so blinding, the students had to cover their eyes. And once the light faded enough, they saw themselves in a forest, with the dome, every single one of them. And then, in a swift motion, another snap of his fingers returned the students' clothes back to the size that they were wearing before. And then the professor stated, Whoever breaks this passes the test, I want each and every one of you to break this. "What" one personin the crowd says? A quiet moment left the group, and then he repeated it slightly this time. Whoever breaks this giant fucking ball behind me gets to pass. And you all have a set time limit. How much? Not my problem. You just have to be there to break it. However, I don't care, what it means. I don't care how you do it. All I just want for you all to break this. The ground ripped under where Branskin was standing, and then he said it slightly. Oh, and your parents would be- Oh, and you all better hurry up. Your parents are gonna be here soon anyway. And then he gave them a condescending smile and threw a thumbs up at them. Good luck, kiddos! As he disappeared into the sky, the ball also disappeared, going randomly. The students just stood there until a system notification flashed. System, [you have currently entered the orb scenario. Requirements, destroy the orb within a set time limit. Each time the orb is destroyed, it will randomly teleport into a new area of the jungle [Your set time limit to do so has started]. Before anyone could guess, someone from the back began to bolt in front of them, and then others, and then suddenly everyone was running there. Some people stayed back and decided to go other ways, and that's when it just looked at its system in confusion and asur asked, himself quietly, "What the hell is this"? And then it decided to stretch out and ask the system point blankly, "Am I healthy enough to do this"? And then a second system window flashed. [Considering your current state, you are much healthier to return back to physically demanding activities]. How long have I been off commission? [Two months. You suddenly had unexpected complications due to the fact that your breathing was temporarily punctured by one of your ribs during your less physically demanding activity]. Oh, Got it. Alright, what exactly does the orb spawn? [I cannot say per se]. As a third system window flashed. [The orb is randomly generated and you are not permitted a map].