If you train Lv1 Magic Arrow to Lv999 - exiled aristocratic students, train without giving up hope to reach the strongest

Admission Ceremony -

An old dean stood on the altar of the auditorium. He put together a favourable atmosphere and congratulated him in a soft tone.

"Gentlemen, talented students who aspire to be magicians. Well done, you enrolled me in this Royal School of Magic. The faculty and staff warmly congratulate and welcome you. I truly look forward to the future that you learned in this school building will leave great footprints in the kingdom. Good luck."

This is how we became students in the college.

After the entrance ceremony, we head straight to the classroom. Me and Laura were oddly in the same class.

A young man with a short stretched beard stands out in front of the table.

"It's Philbs, your job. Regards for the next year"

While Philbs tells me to study, I keep asking the students to laugh, even though I was properly flushing it as a student.

"'Cause that court magician Carlisle is an alumni, right? I don't even feel like trying."

Then Philbs laughs.

Carlisle and his alumni - the moment he hears that fact, the heat of longing is added to the students' gaze.

... That court magician is a genius and very popular...

He was a light Nori man and was likely to be popular with his students.

Where the story came from, Philbs continued exactly how he remembered it.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I almost forgot to tell you."

And I wandered my pockets with a mess.

Roll out the little something you took out onto the table.

Philbs showed it to us with one hand.

"I know it's hard to see, but it's a school badge."

The surface is engraved with the crest of the Royal Academy of Magic.

"You guys haven't gotten your school badges yet. You want it? I'm sorry. Not everyone gets this school badge."

Philbs waited for everyone's gaze to gather before continuing the conversation.

"This is awarded only to students who have completed certain grades in the exam. At first this' stone 'school stamp. We need to take this by the end of the year."

"... if you can't take it, what happens?

One of the students asks.

Philbs replied with a grin.

"I'm out of school."

The students squirm deliberately.

I don't respond. I can't shake.

Because I know. Nothing has changed since my bill.

The students are upset, but they don't even need to be so vigilant. Living a normal student life - the difficulty anyone can achieve if they are achieving normal levels of growth.

... but I couldn't do it ten years ago.

I didn't get a school badge until the end. Trying to get to the final grade exam - crushed by that nervousness and disappointment in myself, I escaped from college.

The school stamp I didn't get.

Can it be in your hands this time?

How would I feel if I could have had it?

I want it.

I thought so.

When Philbs let go of the stone school badge, he took another one.

"Come on, don't rush it by stone! Anyone can take a stone. The stone is followed by 'iron'. Without this, I'll be expelled in two years. Watch it, man!

Philbs then puts up a glittering school badge.

"And the end of the norm is' silver '. If we don't get this guy by the end of three years, you're not gonna be college graduates. Get in the mood. But... that's not the end of it."

Cocksucking, Laughing Philbs pinched up two school stamps with the opposite hand.

"You can graduate if you even take silver. However, any further grades will be awarded" Gold, "plus" Mithril. "It's tougher than money. It's a lifetime medal. Try your best."

"Shisei."

One of the students raises his hand.

"What?

"Teachers are college graduates, too, aren't they? What was the school badge?

"It's silver with no change of philosophy! Sorry!"

The classroom boils more when I hear that word.

"How was your alumni, Carlisle?

"He was a missle by the end of two years."

At that moment...

The classroom was quiet.

I guess I understood that word alone. the insurmountable difference in ability to lie between an ordinary talent and a genius.

Philbs shook his hand flickering.

"Ma, because he's different. Don't compare. It's off the count. You're going to keep me on target for now."

"You mean from normal first?

"Yeah, yeah - hey! You're fooling around with normal!?

Laughs as the students dull. A soothing air flowed into the classroom.

"... well, that's why. Go for the stone school badge first. Until then, you are students here, but not here. You know what that means? Hurry up and make us recognize you, you half-service."

Philbs laughed invincibly, "That's it for today, disband! I said," I left.

Students get up and get back to work.

Laura called out to me as I cursorily started packing my bags.

"Mr. Alberto! Glad you're in a class with me! First of all, a stone school badge! Let's work together!

"Right."

Stone school stamp.

Something I couldn't finally get hold of in the old days.

The director said earlier. Until we got that, 'You're students here, but not here'.

In that sense, ten years ago I couldn't even be a student until the end.

I was just in this college.

That's why I strongly hoped. I swore. Now it's time.

What it means to be back here over a decade is I'm sure I can feel it when I've accomplished it.

Smile at Laura, I said.

"Oh, let's do our best"