Third Person POV:

  The professor watched as the boy cshed with he assumed was the leader of the assassins. The boy, at this point of time, was still an Aspirant Novice. Matter of fact, it was a miracle in itself that he was still able to keep up with a Skilled Apprentice. The bde work that he was using was although somewhat slow, had a practiced fluidity that few could master.

  However, as things were, the boy had no hopes of defeating the leader of the assassins; he was simply too weak magic-wise to ever hope to defeat the assassin leader.

  The professor, seeing that the boy was on the verge of losing, decided to take the opportunity to make an appearance. Houghton promptly appeared behind the leader of the assassins before he smacked him away, sending him flying sideways and crashing into a couple of trees.

  Standing in front of the panting boy, Professor Houghton smiled kindly at him before bowing politely.

  "It's nice to meet you, my name is Bradley Houghton, a professor at the Farrington Academy. Pleased to make your acquaintance," The professor introduced himself kindly.

  The boy said nothing and continued to pant lightly as he tried to regain his breath. It was clear that he was going to need some time before he could talk properly.

  "Hmm....I'll let you catch your breath first, allow me to take care of these......miscreants in the meantime," Professor Houghton said kindly.

  With that, the man turned his attention to the remaining assassins who stood still in shock of the sudden turn of events.

  A bright fme bloomed at the palm of Bradley Houghton, and he slowly spread it in an arc around him.

  Prometheus

  The fmes quickly turned into multiple spears as they spread around the professor. Still smiling, the professor raised his right hand before lightly flicking his index finger. In an instant, the spears impaled themselves right into the bodies of the assassins. As soon as the assassins got hit, they would immediately burst into fmes. Burning them into cinders, not even leaving bones for remains. It happened in a near instant, and the only thing they could do is stand and wait for their deaths.

  The leader of the assassins, however, managed to deflect the spear at the st second. He had summoned a shield made of ice and managed to deflect the spear at the st moment.

  'What the fuck is the Igneous doing here?! Shouldn't he be teaching at Farrington?!'

  Saying nothing, the assassin immediately turned into a blur and tried to escape the situation. He himself knew that he was way outcssed to Bradley Houghton, the only option the leader had left was to escape and report to his higher ups.

  Unfortunately for him, Bradley Houghton had no intentions of letting him go.

  "Where do you think you're going?" Bradley asked with a smile as he instantly appeared beside the assassin.

  The assassin panicked before summoning several ice daggers and unching them right at the face of the professor, however, the ice bdes melted before they could even reach the skin of Professor Houghton. A barrier of heat had surrounded him ever since the battle had begun, and because of their differences in rank, the ice daggers were equivocal to ice cubs melting in a cooking stove.

  "The fu-?!" The assassin grunted before Professor Houghton caught the leader by the neck.

  "Would you like to expin to me the mission behind this operation?" Professor asked politely.

  The assassin gred at the professor before cracking his teeth and swallowing something, soon enough, his mouth began foaming and his eyes lost its light.

  The professor sighed before throwing the Assassin leader's corpse away. There was nothing that he could've done.

  Seeing that all the assassins had been eliminated, Professor Farrington finally returned his gaze back to the boy. By then, the sword he was wielding when he had fought the assassin leader had long vanished, taking its pce was nothing more than a small dagger.

  'Hm..? That's interesting.'

  "Feeling a bit better now?" Professor Houghton asked.

  "Sort of," the boy replied.

  "At least you can answer some of my questions now," Professor Houghton replied, "again, my name is Bradley Houghton, a professor at the Farrington Academy. What's your name?"

  "My name.....is Ryad," the boy responded, slowly standing up.

  "You're pretty young, but you have a lot of potential, you know?" Professor Houghton remarked, his small smile slowly beginning to widen, "what was that magic you were using earlier?"

  The boy maintained a calm demeanor as he looked at his bde.

  "I'm not too sure myself," the boy remarked.

  "That's alright, anomalies happen in Kyron every other day, this is no different," the professor remarked, "but your skills were something else, how'd you learn how to maneuver like that?"

  "I was trained from an early age how to fight with weapons heavy or small, this was no different," the boy replied.

  The professor nodded his head kindly, not believing a word of what he had just said. Him not being able to identify the kind of magic was using was one thing. However, the technique, the movement, and the precision that he had been using while he fought wasn't something that you could just learn.

  "Thank you again for your help," the boy slightly bowed his head, he was about to turn around and leave when an idea came into the Professor's mind.

  'What if I took this boy to the Academy? He has the potential....'

  "Well Ryad, would you mind accompanying me to Farrington? It doesn't seem like you have anywhere to go," the professor offered.

  "I wouldn't want to disturb you, it's fine, thank you for offering," Ryad replied.

  "I insist," Professor Houghton remarked, "you have potential; and it would be better to train you now while you are still young."

  With a wave of his hand, fmes burned around the two's surroundings. The fmes slowly began to rise and lift them up. The boy's eyes widened as he tried to get off the fmes, the professor smiled as he watched the boy's futile efforts.

  "First, I have to head to Holloway to handle a little business; soon enough, we'll be on our way to the Farrington Academy," the professor remarked.

  "I don't want to go with you though," Ryad remarked.

  "Don't be like that, Ryad. You're going to love the Academy, they're so many others your age as well, you're going to love it!" The professor insisted as they soon began heading towards Halloway.

  The professor had no intention of letting the boy get away from his grasp. He pnned on calling Headmaster as soon as he reached the Stoneshire Capital to report the situation. Professor Houghton willed the disc of fmes that they were on to move faster through the forest. In about an hour, the duo had already arrived in Halloway.

  "Follow me Ryad, it would be troubling if you got lost," Houghton remarked as he nded in front of a rge gate.

  Ryad, who had momentarily contempted about running away, could only sigh before following him. The way Bradley Houghton had made light work of the remaining assassins pyed in the back of his mind. If he wasn't able to stop the leader of the assassins, there was no way in hell that he would've been able to stop him. The best he could do was to continue to cooperate.

  The gate opened and a guard walked out, he promptly stopped in front of us before opening his palm towards us.

  "ID's?"

  The professor handed his over, the guard looked at it promptly before handing it back to Professor Houghton.

  Ryad was about to hand his over before Professor Houghton stopped him and turned to the guard.

  "My student here hasn't been fully processed through the registration when we came here. Resulting in him not being able to have a form of identification right now. I'll vouch for him instead," Professor Houghton replied.

  The guard looked conflicted for a while before he took in a deep breath and let us enter.

  The professor led Ryad through the corridors of the Stoneshire Academy. Many students walked a, going either from or to another css. However, what interested Ryad the most were the badges that the students wore on their uniforms. Each student had a different symbol, symbolizing which year they were and their field of magic.

  After walking through various hallways for a few minutes, the duo finally stopped in front of a grandiose door that loomed in the middle of a particur hallway. The professor, with his signature smile, knocked the door politely and waited for a response.

  "Come in."

  With that the two of them entered the room; sitting on a rge desk and focused on a bunch of paperwork. A stoic young woman remained glued to her work until the professor promptly introduced himself.

  "Hello! We're from the Farrington Academy, I was sent to collect the registry for the first years and hand ours over as well," the professor smiled as he summoned a file with various sheets of paper from his storage ring.

  The dy looked up promptly before she flicked her index finger, a small gust of wind picked up and lifted a file from her desk and levitated right in front of the professor. On the other hand, the files that were in Professor Houghton's hands simply floated and went to the desk of the young dy. She picked it up before scanning its contents, only after finishing did she finally look up and nd her gaze on the two.

  "Thank you for your cooperation, but I can't help but notice that the boy next to you wasn't on the file? Care to expin?" The young dy asked.

  "Well Headmaster Brynn, this one hasn't completed the process of registration yet," Professor Houghton replied.

  "Even so, the fact that there is no information, not even a name, warrants a cause for concern. Don't you think?" Headmaster Brynn replied, her eyes slowly wandering to Ryad's figure.

  "That boy....I can't tell what it is, but something sets him apart from the others," Headmaster Brynn commented, "what's your name, young man?"

  "Ryad.....my name is Ryad," Ryad responded as he slowly watched the young woman stand up from her seat.

  There was no doubt that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever id eyes on, but her calm calcuting eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Almost reminding Ryad of a particur swordswoman he had encountered.

  "No st name?"

  "I was never given one."

  "Well, I suggest you get yourself one then, don't you want to establish a bloodline of your own?" Headmaster Brynn replied with a questioning gaze.

  "I'll give it some thought then," Ryad replied.

  "Either way, as soon as we finish with the boy's registration, we'll send you his information," Professor Houghton remarked kindly.

  The Headmaster nodded before returning to her desk and focusing on her work once more. Professor Houghton and Ryad calmly left the room, and soon enough, they were already outside the school, and had already left the gate.

  "Now, off to the Farrington Academy!" The professor excitedly remarked.

  With a snap of his fingers, the two of them immediately were lifted up by Houghton's fmes, and once again were far away high in the sky.