Time flies, and the four seasons of Aretuza Academy of Sorcery rotate quietly in the glow of magic. In the blink of an eye, it has been a year since Yavi stepped into this Academy of Sorcerers.
His life is precisely cut into several parts:
Daytime belongs to magic: Under the guidance of the profound wisdom of Francesca, explore the mystery of the magic of chaos in the tower of "Crimson Flame Wing".
Afternoon returns to the sword: In the dark stone room of the underground training ground, welcome Vilgefortz's cold and efficient swordsmanship training.
Leisure is linked to warmth: He will take the time to visit Sicco Jett. The old warlock's physical condition is still like a candle in the wind, not optimistic, but the fire of life burning in those cloudy eyes is unexpectedly strong, and he is full of energy when talking, temporarily dispelling the haze in Yavi's heart.
Accompaniment grows quietly: If there is any gap, Yennefer is left. The trickle of time washes away the barriers. The girl who once shivered in the corner can now accept the existence of Yavi. They can talk naturally, even in In the depths of Yennefer's breathtaking purple eyes, Yavi captured a trace of imperceptible dependence. She still carried the shortcomings of her body, but the changes radiating deep inside her heart were like new shoots tenaciously emerging from the cracks in the stone - the cheerfulness and calmness that grew quietly were clearly visible.
This year's accumulation has caused a qualitative change in Yavi's power.
Improvement in swordsmanship: From the initial "sandbag" who was unable to fight back under the sword Vilgefortz, now it has been able to withstand its violent attacks for a long time, and can even occasionally launch fierce counterattacks.
Magical Wizard: When Francesca analyzed the origin of Yavi's unique chaotic magic power, she was constantly amazed. She had never seen such a complex but natural attribute affinity - the agility of wind, the length of water, the explosiveness of fire, the thickness of earth, and the growth of wood. The machine actually coexists harmoniously in his body! He has become an extremely rare all-attribute warlock. Among them, the power of wind and fire is particularly outstanding, and he can cast intermediate spells at his fingertips. Especially the fire magic, which explodes in his hands with terrifying power that far exceeds his peers, and the scorching air waves are enough to distort the sight.
On an ordinary weekend afternoon, the sun shone lazily into Sicco Jett's room. Yavi sat beside the bed, spinning the knife dexterously in his hand, peeling off endless circles of apple peels, and handed them to the old man.
Sicco Jett took it and took a big bite, juice overflowing. He squinted and looked at the much calmer young man in front of him. "Counting the days, you have been here almost a year, right?"
Yavi nodded, picked up another unpeeled apple, and took a big bite. "Well, it's been a year."
The old warlock swallowed the pulp and his voice became a little lower. "It won't be long before the mission of the academy falls on you."
"Mission?" Yavi stopped chewing and looked at the old man in confusion, "I've never heard anyone mention it."
"Of course I won't mention it in the first year." Sicco Jett waved his hand, "I just want you to rest assured and lay the foundation. The rule is that starting from the second year, each apprentice must complete at least four tasks assigned by the academy every year." His expression became serious, "These tasks are extremely difficult. It depends on the place. If you are lucky, if you encounter something simple, just go out and relax. But if you encounter something difficult, or things will happen along the way..." He paused, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his turbid eyes, "It is not impossible to lose a person's hand, or even the corner of his robe to be stained with the blood of his companions forever."
He changed the topic and looked at Yavi with a hint of relief. "But I'm not that worried about you, kid. Talents with all attributes are rare in the entire continent, with many methods and strong adaptability. Plus you The practical skills honed as a demon hunter in your bones..." Sicco Jett patted Yavi on the shoulder, "As long as you don't rely on others and pay more attention to everything, those tasks won't make a difference."
Yavi silently wrote down the old man's instructions and nodded. The two chatted for a while, until the sun outside the window turned golden and red, tracing the outline of the distant mountains into silhouettes. Yavi then stood up to say goodbye, and his figure blended into the deepening dusk - he had to go find Yennefer, and they had made an appointment to have dinner together.
The evening breeze was slightly cool, blowing through the college garden. Yavi and Yennefer were sitting side by side on a stone bench, with a simple meal in front of them. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows very long.
"About the mission," Yavi took a bite of bread and looked at the setting sun in the distance, "You must have heard about it, right?"
Yennefer gently stirred the soup in the bowl and nodded, her purple eyes reflecting the sunset. "Yes, I heard about it. Dean Tissaia also mentioned this matter when he gave us a public class." She paused, with a hint of unnoticeable expectation in her voice, "Actually... I quite hope that we can be assigned to the same task group."
When Yavi heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and the laughter seemed particularly hearty in the quiet garden. "Haha, how could such a coincidence happen? There are so many people in the college, and there are all kinds of tasks. It is not easy to work together." His tone was relaxed, and he did not notice the flash of disappointment in Yennefer's eyes.
The dinner ended in a dull conversation. Yavi habitually sent Yennefer back to her dormitory in the tower. Like Yavi, Yennefer also lived in a single room. Although Yavi didn't know for what consideration Dean Tissaia had specially arranged a single dormitory for Yennefer, but at the moment, it seemed that this was undoubtedly a wise decision - at least it isolated her from a lot of unnecessary disturbances and possible bullying.
After watching Yennefer disappear safely behind the dormitory door, Yavi turned around and left. After returning to his room, he fell into a peaceful sleep after a simple wash. His thoughts about the mission did not seem to cause much trouble.
The next morning, Yavi stepped into the magic classroom of "Crimson Flame Wing" on time. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, casting bright spots of light on the polished stone floor. Students arrived one after another, chatting in low voices, and the air was filled with a different atmosphere from the past, with a little restlessness and speculation.
Francesca's figure appeared in front of the podium on time. However, she did not open the thick tome or start to outline the runes on the magic crystal as usual. Her golden eyes that were all-seeing calmly swept over the apprentices sitting down, and then, her bare hands were seen lightly, and several shimmering letters seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, accurately falling on the table in front of each apprentice.
"Presumably," Francesca's cold voice sounded, suppressing all the whispers, "You have heard the news from various channels. Yes, your college mission has begun." She glanced at everyone with a trace of scrutiny, "Therefore, today's theoretical classes are suspended."
She pointed to the shimmering letters. "The letters in your hands contain the basic information of the mission and tomorrow's gathering place and time. Use today to make the preparations you think are necessary - check the equipment, replenish medicines, study materials, adjust status, whatever you like." She paused slightly and added, "Missions are usually carried out in groups of ten people. After gathering tomorrow, you will naturally know who your companions are."
Finally, her eyes seemed to linger on Yavi for a moment, then she immediately withdrew. "Today, get out of class is over."
After her words fell, she said no more and turned around as gracefully and silently as when she came. The corner of her purple robe flashed at the door and disappeared into the morning light of the corridor. A group of young sorcerer apprentices were left in the classroom, facing the task letter that determined the first test of their practice, either excited, nervous, or eager to try.