Nightfall over Whimwood Academy
The moon was a waning crescent above the spires of Whimwood, its pale light swallowed by rolling clouds. But even in the dark, something ancient stirred—two presences slipping past arcane barriers like ghosts through fog.
One figure moved like wind-blown silk, his pale cloak trailing behind—an Elf of noble lineage, tall and composed, eyes glowing with unnatural brilliance. The other padded low and broad like a predator ready to strike—the Howlthorn, a cn of Werewolf, his bones were starting to shift, crack, and elongate beneath his skin. The beast within him stirred.
Their goal: to observe the boy whose mana had no origin.
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Inside the Preacademy—Training Grounds
Kagami stood in the training yard, demonstrating controlled mana threads to Minna and Iren. Leo watched nearby, arms crossed, as Elias critiqued their stance.
Kagami’s spell circle fred—a crackle of earth and thunder fusion dancing across the etched stone. He’d nearly perfected his new hybrid. But his brow furrowed.
“…Something’s off.”
The wind had changed again. Too still.
Then it came.
A bst of silver-blue energy exploded across the yard, shattering the perimeter wards like gss.
“MOVE!” Elias shouted, intercepting the force with a barrier sigil, but the shockwave still knocked them back.
From the darkness stepped the elf, runes glowing down the length of his arm like vines of light. “So this is the one,” he said with cold interest, eyes locking on Kagami. “Your mana does not flow like ours. What are you?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kagami said, already fring chakra to his limbs. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The Howlthorn dropped from the rooftops, already halfway transformed. Muscles bulging, cws ripping through stone, he let out a roar that echoed through the academy. Students screamed as barriers buckled.
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Battle Breaks Out
Kagami lunged forward, chakra-enhanced legs unching him at the elf, a flicker of Body Flicker Technique giving him speed. He struck with a spin-kick—Konoha Ryūjin—but the elf warped away mid-motion, gliding like mist.
From the side, the werewolf crashed into a wall, barely missing Leo. The ground cracked.
Minna unched a water barrier to defend Iren, while Leo summoned his fme spear—but both were clearly outmatched.
Suddenly—a booming thunder sigil ignited overhead.
“Raikora: Judgment Seal!”
Master Rivel dropped into the battlefield, lightning pouring from her gauntlets as she nded. Elias followed, bdes drawn with arcane etchings glowing.
“You picked the wrong academy, mutts,” Elias growled.
Kagami turned, relieved. “Master Rivel, Elias!”
Rivel’s eyes swept the chaos. “Containment protocol is broken. We hold them here!”
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The Chaos Unleashed
Despite their combined might, the elf grinned. “We're not here to win. Only to scatter.”
He raised his hand, and mana disruptor glyphs detonated across the training yard—releasing hallucinogenic mists and feedback pulses. The Howlthorn howled and smashed through a tower, sending frightened students running.
“ELIAS, PROTECT THE STUDENTS!” Rivel shouted, lightning wrapping her like armor.
Elias nodded, darting into the fleeing crowd.
Kagami surged chakra into his arms and threw a massive wall of earth between the werewolf and Minna, who had fallen. “Get her out!” he barked at Leo, who nodded and carried her to safety.
Kagami faced the werewolf again, hands fshing.
“Suiton: Suiryūdan no Jutsu!”
A roaring water dragon smmed into the beast, knocking him into the elf.
“Enough,” the elf muttered, coughing. “He is dangerous.”
The two retreated in a glyph burst—runes sparking as they vanished into the night.
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Aftermath
The training yard was wrecked. Tower stones had crumbled, smoke curled into the dawn.
Kagami slumped down, chakra low.
Elias walked over, bruised and limping. “You okay?”
“I held back,” Kagami muttered. “And it still wasn’t enough to stop them.”
Master Rivel knelt beside him. “They didn’t come to kill you. They came to confirm something.”
Kagami looked at her, jaw tense.
“Your mana isn’t from here,” she said softly. “And now, others are starting to notice.”
He said nothing.
Just stared into the smoke, where the elf’s green eyes had burned like jade in the night.
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