Michael Miller
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Nina's lips formed a thin smile as she looked at the students who were noticeably surprised by what she just said. "What? Were you kids thinking that getting rid of curses is that easy? That's very naive of you know." She stated. "You thought that if you just attend the Black Magic Class then your curse will magically disappear? Did you all thought that the Academy will get rid of the curse for you?" "Well, sorry to burst your bubble that's not happening." Nina chuckled softly as she took a seat. "The…
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Ashton never really had any experience on using quills and ink. His hand-writing is okay but it doesn't mean anything when he's using something he's not really used to. He glanced at his surroundings and saw that it wasn't just him who was struggling. Some students even spilled ink all over their desk already at this point. Somehow, he wished that there's a demonstration for this. Leon did it so fast and didn't teach them how to do it, he just gave them materials and then asked them to copy it so…
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Since Ashton started coming to school, he had to adjust his training schedule. He spends most of his time in the mornings sparring with training dummies at his home and as time passes, he's becoming more and more experienced in dealing with them. No, he hasn't been able to defeat even a single one in a real spar since at base, the Training Dummies are more durable than him and the techniques they execute are programmed to performed skillfully. This of course didn't bruise his ego too much. He knows that…
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Ashton got up and went closer to the professor. As he approaches, the professor took out a large rectangular glass container. It's divided into two, one part has a pitch black soil in it while the other has golden sand it seems. He didn't know why but the moment the professor took that container out, Ashton felt all the hairs on his body standing up. He visibly paled and froze on his tracks. He felt a primal fear stemming from the roots of his soil as well as a strong nausea just by looking at it. 'What…
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"It's good." Ashton said as he took a sip of his tea. Of course, he didn't miss the disappointed faces of the three due to his lack-luster response. "...he's a wierdo, confirmed." Blake stated. "Yep, I too confirm." Mary followed. Alice also nodded. Ashton rolled his eyes and ignored that instead. "It doesn't make sense bro. Auntie Rosie's Pastries are one of the best things life has to offer. Those who doesn't feel happy eating her products are either depressed or psychopaths." Blake added. "Yeah,…
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After the History Class, Ashton has an hour and half break before the next class which will be the White Magic at 1-3pm. Through e-mail, Aisha already informed the class that their schedules were already updated and is effective as of this day, meaning he has to report to class in order to make an impression at least. Right now, Ashton really doesn't know where to go. The Mystic Academy is so big and it has so many places he can visit yet somehow, that also mak3e it difficult for him to decide where he…
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The students paled upon witnessing such a cruel display. They literally just blinked and before they knew it, a shadow already manifested in front of them and killed someone. They didn't even know where it came from. Ashton at least sensed it, but it doesn't mean that he's any better since he wasn't able to react in time. The class watched as the shadow phases through the ground, turning into a pool of black goo which moved at a blinding pace. From the direction it was going, anyone could tell that it's…
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It's Tuesday today and Aston's already at school. Once again, he's 30 minutes early and is already at the classroom. Mary isn't here yet so he was spending time on his own, reading a book that he borrowed from the library. The book was nothing too special. It doesn't talk about magic at all, instead its topic is about the career options for cultivators. He knows that its still too early for him to even be concerned about this but a little bit of advance knowledge wouldn't really hurt. He passed time…
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Ashton was truly at a loss. The girl looked like she was about to cry any minute now. She was so red and looked absolutely mortified. He could almost relate but he's also fighting the urge to giggle at the same time. Still he forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath and maintained a straight face. He knows that he has to talk now or else, the long this awkward silence goes, the more horrible both of them will feel. "...right so. Is there anything I need to know or...?" "A-ah, uhmm..." Aria…
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There wasn't much fuss in the process. The personnel of the 20th floor was already waiting for him so he immediately was able to use the teleported as soon as he arrived. Literally, in a blink of an eye, he found himself standing in a completely different place but he knew that he was where he's supposed to be since he's surrounded with bookshelves. "Hmm...I'm not expecting a student...ah! Are you the new guy?" Ashton looked behind him and saw a tall man with a bearded face and a monocle standing…
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