Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary.

The sharp echoces of Cassie's heels filled the enormous hallway, as she brushed her auburn colured hair back, her actions sparking cracks of golden lightning across her fingertips.

"Professor Cas!"

"Oh...Viller."

Stepping out one of the classroom as she passed by was instructors villier, a pale youth with black hair and in black robes. He was the current instructor of the second year A class. A man she had personally recruited from the mages association for him to teach the upcoming youth.

"Walk with me."

Gesturing for him to follow her, Cassie marched foward, instructer villeir straighting his shady robes trailing after her.

"Is there anything I can do for you ma'am."

"Yes." Cassie nod her green eyes lingering with uncertainty. A few weeks ago she had made a grave mistake and after weeks of trying to forget said mistake it had finally caught up to her on this very day.

"You remember the job application forms I asked for a while back?"

"Yes." Professor villeir pushing his glasses up nod. A month ago lady Cassie had asked him to gather all job application sent to the academy for her own personal review. He had done just that but now seeing how grim the headmistress of the academy was he couldn't help but question if he had made a mistake.

"Professor did I by chance.."

"Nah you're in the clear.."

Cassie paused rubbing her face in exhaustion before continuing,"... Raviel always warned me drinking would get me in deep shit and she had been right."

"Excuse me professor can you elobarte."

Harbouring so many questions he inquired for more details.

"Well when I was approval the new batch of teacher, I wasn't in my right state of mind but I thought I had it under control and I should have..."

"But you didn't."

With a sigh Villier finished her sentence for her getting the gest of what was going on. The head mistress in her drunken state must have hired an unqualified personnel and now she was panicking.

It was no secret among the teaching staffs that the head of the academy couldn't control her taste for liquor. With a body and soul as strong as her's she could drank for days ends without getting drank but it did something interrupt with her judgement and that had lead to the current mistake.

The panic itself wasn't the mistake but the consequence of said mistake.

"So what are you going to do,Prof?"

Looking up to her villeir questioned his honey brown eyes seeking an answer.

All candidates chosen by the academy head will have to be vented before they could officially begin working. Meaning if she wanted to get rid of the problem it had to be done during the venting process.

"We'll change procedures a bit."

"..."

Villier was somewhat speechless but nod nietherless.

"For the new instructor we'll forgo the written exams and in it's place will introduce a sparring test."

"Like the ranking assessment."

"Yes."

Taking a turn at the end of the hallway, she continued forth her one's panicked look replaced with confident.

"I'll done my research on the mistake, I'm confident he'll be too weak to pass."

"But ma'am wouldn't that go against..."

"Worry not." She smirked stopping infornt of her office door at the end of the hallway.

She wasn't going to play off her mistake, she was going to compensate the young man for waiting his time.

"Cash or a job. I allow him to choose."

Ignoring Villier disapproval she sighed happily pushing her office door open to prepare for the venting in a few hours.

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Legacy academy was one fo the four pillars of Academia city and the main setting of Abyssals chronicles.

A institution so large it could serve as a twon of it's on, Art couldn't help but marvel at the massive brick structure enacted all around him.

His stood beside a flowing fountain, the granite red tiles under his feets crawling with flocks of doves and pigeons turning to the call of the youthful student tossing fragments of bead and treats at them.

To his east was the distance city shrouded in the sun's golden glow and to his west was a mass expansion of grey structure bounded together in what could be described as an architectural marvel.

Statues of fallen Heroes were lined across the stairs leading to the institute and ascending and descending the stairs were youths dressed in the academy uniforms.

The seen was reminiscent of his time in college which he had unfortunately now skipped to become an academy instructor.

"I have what I need.."

Clenching his fist with a determined look, his sapphire eyes flickered with an undying light as he took a step forward.

"Are you Art by chance."

A voice full of intellectual arrogance caused him to look to his left were a young man a year or two older than him stood, his gaze unimpressed by what his saw.

"A mistake after all."

The man with unnatural pale skin, black hair and honey brown eyes pulled up his glasses and began to walk forward.

Art somewhat baffled stood there motionless causing the man to glare back at him with impatience.

"Are you merely wasting my time or do you have monkey for brains." He snapped.

"Oh...I should follow you."

With a naive chuckle Art strided forward causing the man to click his tougue in annoyance.

"So where we heading?"

Walking up the stairs side by side, Art inquired earning a sharp glare.

"Do not talk to me with that tone of your's."

"I mean..."

"I'm your superior you fool,in life and in status."

"...."

Art furrowed but said nothing more.

Villeir satisfied he had put the mistake in his place, formed a crude smile leading Art through the courtyard of the academy and finally into a modern style building completely out of place in the medieval aesthetic institute.

Stepping foward and entering through the automatic glass door, he lead Art inside where numerous other candidates has arrived to be vented.

"Another rival!" A passionate voices said.

"What a cutie." A seductive whispered added.

"Pretty boy noble brat." A hash voice muttered.

His arrival gained lost of mix reaction to say the least but Art seemed unbrotherd as he parted from Villier and leaned against the walls looking up and gazing at the numerous surveillance cameras installed in the large interior of the building.

"No written exams ah."

With a shallow smirked his close his eyes as Villeir made his way into the center of the crowd and began his speech.