William Anderson
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It was one of those perfect autumn evenings, so common in stories but so rare in the real world. Inside the café bustling with students, three sat together at a table. It wasn't an unusual thing, many students sat and ate together. The groups consisted of acquaintances, friends, couples, and such. Then there were the ones we could not forget: those who shared a table simply because there weren't any vacant seats. But this group of three students was different; they fit in neither of these categories. At…
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It was one of those perfect autumn evenings, so common in stories yet so rare in reality. In the open hallways of the Mains, a girl walked hugging a clipboard and a couple of papers in her hands. She was not alone, but surrounded by a cluster of other girls who walked around her in a circle. The girl in question had true-red hair, it went down to her waist and covered her back elegantly like a queen's cape. The girl's expression was light and friendly. She had a cheerful smile covering her face as she…
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It was evening already by the time I was done with all my classes. Normally, the majority of students went straight to the café or hung out with their friends. But I—Anya, had a schedule that was a little different from the rest. Once I was done with my classes, the first thing I did was to come back to my room and settle all the notes I'd taken during the classes accordingly and arrange them in a manner so that I don't have to go through much trouble when I want to revise and skim them later…
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There was a loud booming sound accompanied by two small shock waves when I kicked off the ground and dashed toward the human dummies. It was quick and didn't take a minute to cover the distance. Reaching close I swiftly swung the sword at the nearest dummy. The blade clicked and touched the skin on the dummy's neck, then like a hot knife through butter, the sword split the dummy's head apart from its body in a single slash. I landed across perfectly and flickered the sword in the air before turning…
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"This! This! This is so good! I-I… I have no words to describe it! It's so good that I can die for it! The amount of mana has lessened, and this world has grown weaker, but the food! The food is something I couldn't even dream of having back in those days!!!" "Can you stop exaggerating?" "Huh? I'm not doing over-anything! I'm just tellin' the truth!" I tried to quiet her, but Req was so busy admiring the taste of the donuts I'd bought that for the time it went on, my existence didn't matter to her.…
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On the second floor of the Harts, was a room. Its interior was well managed, the floor covered with an elegant green carpet with golden borders, near the wall which had a big window with stained glass was a long, rectangular wooden table made of dark oak. There was a glass sheet covering the top of the table and there were a few things resting on the table such as a pen holder, a paperweight, and some hardcover books. Prior to the table was a chair with cotton padding on its seat and back it looked more…
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Nothing much happened in the classes for sword arts. Ryfin was teaching us how to gain more control over our magikens, how to use them efficiently, and how to blend the abilities it increased into our sword styles. I am not proud to say this but at this point in the sword art classes, I was the only student without a magiken. This, of course, invited unwanted attention to me but it's been a while since I was this and all the taunts and light bullying had stopped by now. Now, I was able to magiken with…
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After Ryfin was done explaining the matters of how an incantation-driven spell is converted into a magic circle-driven one, he told the students, and we started off practicing the lighting-type custom magic spell he'd shown us in the beginning. He made one of the workers bring an easel and then pinned an extensive white paper on it, which was painted with a magic circle—the same as the one that appeared before Ryfin's palm when he cast the spell back then. The students started memorizing the magic…
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Ryfin's lighting died out only a second after hitting its target—which was a shorter time period compared to the previous one. The magic circle disappeared as he pulled back his arm and inserted it in his pocket. Time passed, but the dummy did not heal itself. After all, what it did was healing not regeneration, and even that was only possible to a certain extent. There was no way it could heal when the substance the dummy was made of was itself burned and turned to nothing; the mass where the hole had…
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All the students stood in rows on the concrete floor inside a large, spacious room. It was much bigger than our classroom—maybe four times bigger. It was open and empty and had no furniture besides the human dummies that took a stance at the far end of the room. The walls were thick, with layers of concrete and bricks infused with magic to increase their durability and at last, was a metal sheet painted over the bricks that gave them a vague glossy look. The ceiling probably used the same formula as it…
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