The first day passed more quietly than I expected.
After completing registration, I was assigned to a beginner class along with other newly awakened students.
No special treatment.No attention.
Just… another face in the crowd.
Day 1
The classroom was simple.
Wooden desks.
A blackboard.
And about twenty students, all around my age
I chose a seat near the windows Soon, a teacher walked in.
A middle-aged man with a calm expression and steady eyes.
"I am Instructor Li," he said.
"No need for formalities. Sit properly and listen carefully."
His voice wasn't loud—
But it carried authority.
"This is Notting Academy," he continued.
"Here, you will learn the basics of spirit power, martial souls, and combat."
Some students looked excited.
Some nervous.
Some… uninterested.
"First lesson," he said, writing on the board,
"What is spirit power?"
I rested my chin on my hand.
Basic theory…Still—
I listened.
Because in this world—
Even basics mattered.
"Spirit power is the foundation of a soul master," Instructor Li explained.
"Without it, you are nothing. With it, you can surpass ordinary limits."
His gaze swept across the class.
"Your martial soul determines your path
For a brief moment—
My thoughts drifted to that broken piece of metal.
Path, huh…"Class dismissed."
Just like that—
The first day ended.
📅 Day 2
The second day felt more… normal.
Classes continued Theory.
Basic exercises.
Meditation.
We were taught how to sense and circulate spirit power.
Most students struggled.
I didn't.
Not because I was talented—
But because I understood discipline.
Slow breathing.
Focus.Control.
Step by step
I could feel the limitation clearly.
During break time, I stayed near the window.
Watching others.That's when I noticed him.
A well-dressed boy.
Clean clothes.
Confident posture.
"Hey," he said, walking toward me.
"You're new, right?"
I nodded.
He looked at me carefully.
"Level 3?"I paused for a moment.
Then nodded again.
He smirked slightly.
"So am I." His tone carried a hint of pride.
"I'm Zhao Kai," he said. "My father works under the City Lord."
I didn't react.
"…And?" I asked calmly His expression stiffened for a second.
Then he laughed.
"You're interesting."
He leaned slightly closer.
"Let's see how long that attitude lasts."
Then he walked away.
Not hostile…
But not friendly either I made a mental note.Day 3
By the third day—Things started to settle.
Routine formed.Morning classes.Afternoon practice.
Evening return home.Nothing extraordinary.
But something changed During practical training—
We were asked to release our martial souls.One by one—
Students stepped forward.Beast souls.Tool souls.
Simple weapons.Then—My turn.
I raised my hand slowly.Focused.
Clink…The metal fragment appeared.
Floating.Silent.The class went quiet.
"That's… your martial soul?" someone whispered.
Instructor Li frowned slightly A metal fragment…" he said thoughtfully.
"Unusual. But not unheard of."His gaze shifted to me.
"Control it."
I tried.
The fragment trembled slightly.
Then stabilized.
"Hmm…" No obvious ability," he said.
Simple judgment.
Nothing special.
I lowered my hand.
But inside—
I wasn't disappointed.
Because I felt something.
Very faint.
But real.
📅 Day 4
By the fourth day—
People had already formed opinions.
Strong students gathered together.
Weak ones stayed quiet.
As for me—
I stayed in between.
Unknown.But observed.
During lunch break—
I sat alone under a tree.
Peaceful.
Quiet.
Until—"Still sitting alone?"
I looked up.
Zhao Kai.He crossed his arms.
"People with weak martial souls usually stick together," he said.
"But you… act like you don't care." wath aver
Do you hear that trash grandmaster acept a disciple
I looked at him calmly.
"I don't."
Silence.
For a moment—
He didn't respond.Then he smiled faintly.
"Good."
His eyes sharpened slightly.
"I hate boring people."
He turned and walked away.
I watched his back.
Childish
Story about Tang san become disciple of grandmaster is very famous right now but i don't care
I leaned back slightly against the tree.
The wind was calm.
Classes.
People.
Routine.
Everything felt normal.
But I knew—
This was just the beginning I raised my hand slightly.
For a brief moment—
Clink…
The metal fragment appeared again.
This time—
It felt…
Slightly different.
Interesting…