Kaito

The Astryval Academy of Sorcery didn't accept just anyone. Its towers of black marble and ancient runes only opened their doors to prodigies, to those born with pure talent. There, failure wasn't an option… and weakness was punished.

Kaito wandered the halls like a shadow out of place. His white hair, slightly disheveled, contrasted with his tired purple eyes. He was slim, in good shape, about 1.75 meters tall, 19 years old, and always dressed the same: a black and white sweater with a black cat with red eyes that seemed to observe everything, black pants, and black boots. He wore no jewelry or expensive robes. Only silence.

The other students—heirs to powerful lineages—mocked him shamelessly. “Useless,” “admission mistake,” “empty sorcerer.” The words stung, but the blows stung more. Once, they cornered him behind the west wing; magic erupted uncontrollably against his body. Blood, aching bones, laughter. He awoke in the hospital days later. No one was punished. Kaito’s humble family held no weight in Astryval.

Even so, he returned.

That day, the air was thick. The bells tolled heavily: the Summoning of Helpers had begun. No student knew the name or form of the being they would receive. Everything was unknown. Creatures, half human, half mystical, responded only to the soul… and were summoned by means of the magic wand.

The great hall filled with summoning circles. One by one, the students advanced according to the list, raised their wands, and uttered the incantation. Beautiful, deformed, and fearsome figures emerged. Applause, jeers, and sighs filled the air.

Then the number advanced.

The murmur died away when they called Kaito's name. His turn had come.

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