Lecture Hall

Nion had finished his breakfast and headed towards the lecture hall, shielding his eyes from the bright sun of the morning sky. He had stocked up on parchment and ink and was ready for another exciting lesson on runic magics. He had made his sword, but his interest in the blade was fading. After this semester, he would make a choice that could affect where he was headed in life. He could become a master of multiple magics and become a sage or keep his focus narrow and continue along with his Mystic Swordsman dream. But he let this thought subside as he opened the double door and headed down the loosely occupied hallways. He ignored the faces of the other students and reached the classroom where he was supposed to be. He lifted his schedule card and made sure it matched with the room number on the door.

He placed the card back in his pocket and entered the classroom, choosing a seat in the middle of the room on the third row. He placed his ink and quill on the desk and unrolled a scroll of parchment. Since weapons weren't allowed on campus, his rod had dissipated and appeared in a locked cabinet at the entrance of the classroom. He had taken this class for about three weeks, but he never knew any of the students in the classroom. The teacher had said that they were heading on a field trip. Hopefully, this would help him bond with the other students.