Dreambreaker

Chapter 8: Arcanum Blades Academy

Chapter 8: Arcanum Blades Academy

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Staring at the door infront of me, I sighed.

[Class A 1- 1st Year]

Currently, I was inside the Arcanum Blades Academy, which is divided into five parts, named A to E.

The letter 'A' refers to the section in which the building I am in is located.

One of the St. Sebastin's best training institutes, boasting magic, science and engineering.

Arcanum Blades Academy was so huge that it could almost be considered a small city on its own.

In this vast area, there were only around 4000 students.

The first year had approximately 2000 students, the second year had around 1500 students, and the third year had about 500 Hero Cadets.

Once a student reaches the third year, they become a Hero Cadet.

Upon graduation, they can become an official Hero.

While numerous students graduated from here last year, this place attracted elites from nearby cities.

But, despite being home to students as young as 15 to 20 years old, this place was harsh.

I gazed at the door in front of me with a calculating expression and exhaled a sigh.

'Should I enter?'

Suddenly, a young girl, around sixteen years old —nearly the same age as me—interrupted my thoughts.

No, I am much older than her; only my physical age is sixteen.

She commanded, "Move it."

The 16-year-old girl had striking features that exuded grace.

Her high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows framed golden eyes that sparkled with the slightest hint of mischief.

Her lips were full and pouty, with a natural rose hue that complemented

her fair complexion.

Her long dark hair cascaded down her back in a subtle wave, catching the light and enhancing her natural beauty.

Her lithe and toned body was hidden beneath a neatly pressed school uniform, classic but accentuating her every curve.

She carried herself with a hint of elegance. Emily Reed. One of the main characters of this story.

Without hesitation, I stepped aside and allowed her to pass through the door.

As she briskly walked past me, she couldn't resist tossing me an insult, "Idiot, hmph!"

"Bitch, what did you say?" I replied.

Or atleast I wanted to—but I am no fool.

Emily is daughter of a Ranked S+ Hero, Edward Reed.

He is also given the title of Earl, who holds a major power in District 2.

I was in District 1 which was only a 100 kms away from District 2.

'Still, she is cute,' I thought.

Immediately, I frowned at my behaviour.

'Wait, why am I behaving strangely towards a 16-year-old?? '

Then I realized—even though my mind and soul are 23 years old, my body is that of a 16-year-old.

Since my body is that of a teenager, I couldn't help but be attracted to the stunningly beautiful Emily.

However, I am not a simp.

"I hate fucking simps."

"I despise those pathetic simps," I spat out with utter disgust in my tone. "I'm nothing like those horny fucks. They make my skin crawl."

—????????????! I had to literally spit it out of me.

The mere thought of simps left such a foul taste in my mouth that I felt compelled to spit into the void, even though there was nothing to expel.

Anyway.

As I stepped into the classroom, my eyes were greeted by a breathtaking sight.

Stretching out before me was a vast expanse of stone flooring, polished to a radiant shine that glimmered in the light.

The natural veins and textures of the stone created a pattern, giving the room a certain elegance.

At the front of the room, there was a raised platform where the teacher's desk was located.

The desk was surrounded by a half-circle of seats, like a C, designed to accommodate up to four-hundred students.

The seats rose up in tiers.

Despite the large number of seats, the room felt spacious and airy.

Windows lined the walls, allowing natural light to flood the space and provided stunning views of the surrounding campus.

The room was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including a high-resolution projector that could display images and videos on a massive screen.

The sound system was also top-of-the-line, ensuring that every student could hear the teacher's lectures clearly, no matter where they sat.

"Hmm... now, where should I sit?"

I scanned the entire area, and my attention was instantly drawn to one student.

The Japanese sixteen-year-old boy stood at an average height with a lean, athletic build that hinted at his love for physical activity.

His face was strikingly handsome with sharp, defined features that gave him a mature look beyond his years.

From time to time I could see girls taking peeks at his face as they shyly blushed and turned their heads away whenever their eyes met.

By just looking at him, one could sense an air of superiority emanating from him, and it was unsurprising given that he was from the Takahasi family—owners of a platinum graded guild.

The head of the house was even given the title of "Duke."

His upbringing had instilled in him a sense of entitlement, and coupled with his bullying tendencies, it was clear that he viewed himself as superior to others.

"It would be best to steer clear of him. I don't wanna get beaten by a 16 year old boy."

That will be too embarassing.

Next to him was seated the queen of thunder Aurora Lewis.

Her shapely and attractive legs were partially visible beneath her school uniform skirt that ended just above her knees.

I could see boys glancing at her with interest from time to time.

"I'm not going to engage with them."

Why? They're going to be important characters in the story, just like the protagonist. And I'm not intrested in participating in the storyline.

They were positioned at the very top left corner of the classroom.

So, I opted to sit as far away as possible from them, preferring to sit in the middle row at the very front.

While scanning the classroom for the main cast, I sensed a pair of sharp eyes boring into the back of my head with intense scrutiny.

When I turned around, I was met with a girl sporting an angular face, black hair, and piercing violet eyes that exuded disdain.

Despite her slim frame, her waist boasted an hourglass figure.

"What's her deal?" I muttered to myself, feeling uneasy about the stare.

Suddenly, a wave of memories flooded my mind, causing a throbbing headache.

"Akh! What the hell?!"

The memories belonged to Noah Grey, not me—the other motherfucker.

Although they were vivid, I gleaned two things from them.

The girl staring at me with intense scrutiny was none other than Freya Fretel, Noah's former junior high classmate.

Memories flooded my mind, revealing that Noah had taken pictures of Freya and her classmates in the girl's bathroom, causing a massive scandal.

But, upon closer inspection of the memories, it became clear that Noah had been framed as the culprit in a deliberate scheme to ruin his reputation.

Unfortunately, it had worked, and it seemed that Freya still held a grudge against him for the incident.

"This could be problematic," I muttered to myself, feeling frustrated about the situation.

As I was contemplating on how to deal with the situation a voice broke into my thoughts.

"Mind if I sit here?" the stranger asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I replied hastily, not recognizing him from the novel.

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked.

He reached out his hand for a handshake and introduced himself.

"I'm James Reeves," he said. I shook his hand and introduced myself in return. "I'm Noah Grey. Nice to meet you."

His handshake was firm but not overwhelming, giving me the sense that he wasn't the strongest or most intimidating person around.

His black hair was styled in a neat but relaxed manner, falling lightly over his forehead.

At first glance, he appeared a little skinny, but in a healthy way. His face was angular, with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones.

Overall, he looked like a good guy.

????????!!— The classroom door creaked open.