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(2 chapters in one 1 for celebrating AID EL FITR)
As we neared the end of the first academic year, I could confidently say it had been a success. Sure, there had been chaos, occasional near disasters, and more than a few headaches, but overall, the students had adapted well, and the school was running smoothly—miraculously so.
Since not all students wanted to return home for the break, I proposed a summer school program. To my surprise, around 300 students signed up. Some wanted extra training, some just didn't have anywhere to go, and others… well, I suspected they just liked the idea of staying in a place where food appeared on tables and castle elves did all the chores.
With the first year wrapping up, I formally introduced the students to the power level scanning system. It was a transparent, objective way for them to gauge their progress, and I set clear milestones. The most important one: reaching 50 PL meant they could start learning "magic"—my way of easing them into Nen without overwhelming them. Before that, they had to stick to basic physical training in the gym and follow a structured meditation technique to help refine their aura flow.
To help with this process, I introduced "Little Biscuit," an NPC modeled after the real Biscuit Krueger. She was a strict but effective teacher, guiding the students through the fundamentals of strengthening their bodies and controlling their energy. She even had a transformation mode—though, unlike the real Biscuit, she stayed in her cute form most of the time, switching only when absolutely necessary. The students were both terrified and motivated.
With the framework in place, the summer students would have all the tools they needed to push toward the 50 PL mark, ensuring that by next year, we'd have our first batch of true Nen practitioners.
To add another layer of motivation, I introduced a new incentive system—one that got the students more excited than I'd ever seen them.
Reaching 100 PL meant they could receive an egg—a Pokémon egg. I explained that these eggs would eventually hatch into creatures similar to Kirlia or Monferno. Naturally, I expected them to be equally enthusiastic about both options, but for some reason, Monferno was the clear favorite. I couldn't understand why. Kirlia was elegant, psychic, and had teleportation! But no, they wanted the fiery, energetic monkey. Maybe it was the fighting-type appeal? Or maybe they just had too much energy and saw a kindred spirit. Either way, I tried not to take it personally.
But there was a catch—one that ensured they wouldn't take this lightly. Students who reached 500 PL would be allowed to take their Pokémon outside the island with them, but not before. It wasn't just about strength; it was about responsibility. I couldn't have them losing their Pokémon just because they weren't capable of protecting them yet. Training Pokémon wasn't just about bonding; it was about discipline, understanding, and making sure both trainer and companion could handle the outside world.
With that, a new wave of determination swept through the school. If they had been training hard before, now they were pushing themselves to new limits. The moment the Pokémon reward was announced, the gym, the meditation rooms, and the training fields were filled with students working harder than ever. And honestly? I couldn't have been prouder.
Students who reached 1000 PL were eligible to graduate—but not without proving they had more than just raw strength. Before they could officially leave, they had to pass a theoretical exam, with a particular focus on ethics.
I wasn't about to unleash a bunch of super-powered individuals into the world without making sure they had at least a basic understanding of right and wrong. Strength without control? That was a disaster waiting to happen. So, they had to sit through lectures, take tests, and prove that they weren't about to become walking calamities. Some groaned about it, but most understood.
Upon graduation, they would also receive something else—a dual citizenship with Nova Island. Yeah, I changed the name. "Cool Island" was fun while it lasted, but I figured if I was going to create a real legacy, the place needed a name with a bit more weight.
Graduates would also receive a special pin with a bold "N" on it. This wasn't just for show—it acted as a portkey, instantly teleporting them to the center of the island whenever needed. From there, they had the option to buy a house, contribute to the island's expansion, or even take on leadership roles in structuring and managing different aspects of the community.
Oh, and if they ever decided to settle down, their spouses and children would automatically be granted Nova citizenship as well. After all, a home should grow with its people, and I wanted Nova to be more than just a school—it would be a sanctuary, a hub for those who had trained here, a place they could always return to, and also protect it.
On the other hand, it seemed that Mr. WW had stumbled upon something interesting—an uninhabited island that, based on all available clues, might just be the original Greed Island before all the Nen-infused insanity.
And of course, Ging, being Ging, immediately decided that this was his next grand project.
Apparently, turning it into a fully secret location and rebuilding his ultimate game was more exciting than, you know, helping me run the school he co-founded. So, what did he do? He ditched me. Again.
He didn't even wait for the students to become skilled enough to assist in the project—no, that would take too long. Instead, he put together a team, roped in Mr. WW, and took Monferno with him for good measure. Just like that, he was off on another adventure, leaving me buried under responsibilities.
To be fair, he did ask for my help with NPC creation before vanishing, so I guess that was his way of showing he still valued my input. But honestly? That didn't change the fact that I was stuck here, making sure an entire school full of future powerhouses didn't accidentally burn the place down while he went off chasing his latest obsession.
And finally the last day of this school year finally came so to commemorate the occasion; I organized a grand closing ceremony in the main hall. The enchanted tables were cleared of their usual feast and instead arranged in neat rows, giving the hall a more formal look. Students filed in, buzzing with anticipation. Some looked relieved, some excited, and a few were clearly plotting something for next year already. I made a mental note to keep an eye on them.
Once everyone had taken their seats, I stood up at the head of the hall with Kirlia floating beside me. The murmurs died down as all eyes turned toward me.
I cleared my throat. "Alright, everyone, congratulations! You survived your first year here!" A wave of cheers and claps erupted from the students. "I say 'survived' because, let's be honest, some of you took survival a little too literally."
A few students coughed awkwardly, and I swore I heard Chrollo chuckle from his seat in the student council section.
"Now," I continued, "before you all run off to enjoy your break—or, for those staying for summer school, to continue their training—let's take a moment to recognize some of our best-performing students. First up, for overall excellence in academics and discipline let's give a round of applause for Sambica!"
The hall erupted in cheers as Sambica, looking embarrassed but proud, stood up and gave a small nod.
"Next, for the fastest improvement in physical training and battle tactics—Chrollo!" More applause, and Chrollo gave a small smirk as he accepted the recognition.
"For most impressive teamwork and leadership results—Mito!" Mito blinked in surprise before standing up, looking slightly overwhelmed by the attention.
"And for... let's call it 'creative problem-solving'—Morena!" A few students hesitated before clapping. Morena grinned, clearly unbothered by whatever they were thinking.
"Now, while we celebrate the successes of many, let us also take a moment to address... some less admirable moments." I pulled out a small scroll and unrolled it. "Would the following students please stand?"
A hush fell over the room as a list of names was read out. Some students, already looking guilty, hesitantly rose from their seats.
"To those of you who attempted to climb the castle walls as an 'experiment'—you know who you are—I'm happy to report that your attempt led to me having to spend hours making the walls unclimbable. So, congratulations, I guess?"
Laughter broke out among the students, while the guilty parties sank lower into their seats.
"To the group who thought it was a good idea to test their strength by wrestling the castle elfs—just... why? They're here to help you, not to be your personal sparring partners."
More laughter, and a few students looked away, avoiding eye contact.
"And finally, to the genius who tried to test the teleportation runes by throwing random objects into them—thank you for your contribution to science. I hope you enjoy finding out where those objects ended up because I'm not getting them back."
With that, I rolled up the scroll and placed it on the table. "All in all, you've made this year one to remember. You've learned, you've grown, and you've certainly kept me on my toes. But most importantly, you're part of something bigger now. Nova Horizon Academy isn't just a school—it's a home for those willing to push themselves beyond what the world expects.nd also a place where you could be just children."
A warm silence filled the hall as the students absorbed my words. Then, with a grin, I clapped my hands together. "Now, before you all go—one last feast!"
At once, the enchanted tables filled with all kinds of food, and the students cheered before digging in. The hall was filled with chatter, laughter, and the sounds of plates clinking. It wasn't perfect, but for the first year of this insane project, I'd say we did pretty well.
I watched as the students talked excitedly about the coming years, the challenges ahead, and their plans. I had created a school where the strongest minds and talents would grow, and this was just the beginning.
As I took my seat, Kirlia nudged my arm. I glanced down at it, then back at the students. "Yeah, I think we did good this year," I murmured. "Now, let's see what next year brings."
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Mito (pov)
Mito sat on the grass in one of the academy's courtyards, hugging her knees to her chest as she gazed up at the castle-like school she had spent the last year in. It was strange—before receiving that letter, her world had been her small village, her family, and the ocean. She never thought she would live anywhere else, let alone in a place like this. A school built by her cousins.
A school built by Ging and Insert
She sighed. "Of course it had to be them."
But she couldn't deny it—this year had been the most exciting, exhausting, and life-changing experience of her young life.
At first, it had been overwhelming. The teleportation, the sheer number of students, the castle, the magical food tables—it was so much to take in. And the rules! There were rules about clubs, about training, about Pokémon (which she still wasn't sure how her cousin managed to bring into reality), and about power levels.
Power levels.
She had barely been at 6PL when the year started, and it wasn't exactly comforting to learn that some students had nearly four times her strength. But she trained.
She spent time in the gym, meditated, and even asked Little Biscuit (the NPC version, not the terrifying real one) for advice. By the end of the year, she had reached 30PL. Not amazing, but not terrible either.
She had also somehow become part of the student council, which was another thing she blamed on the principal which still acts like it wasn't his idea.
" 'It's good experience, Mito!' " she mimicked, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, experience in handling a hundred kids whining about food portions and room assignments."
But, if she was honest, she didn't hate it. The council was full of interesting people—Sambica, always so kind and rational; Chrollo, who was unsettlingly smart for his age; and Morena, who was a little too fascinated by the serious room punishment system. Somehow, they all worked together to keep the school running.
The classes had been…interesting. Some subjects were fun, others felt like a chore, but the real magic was the library. There was no shortage of books—on history, science, games, and even things she didn't expect, like survival techniques and ancient civilizations. She spent hours in there, reading everything she could, sometimes even forgetting to sleep.
Then there were the Pokémon.
. She was still debating whether to request a Pokémon egg when she reached 100PL. Kirlia was cute, but Monferno had… personality.
Now, as the school year came to an end, Mito found herself reflecting on everything. She had grown stronger, learned more than she thought possible, and even made some friends.
She had come to Nova Horizon as a village girl, unsure of her place in this strange, overwhelming world.
Now, she felt like she belonged here.
Even if she did sometimes want to throttle the principal for making her responsible for things she never signed up for.
...….
Chrollo (pov)
Chrollo had spent his life navigating the shadows of Meteor City, a place where knowledge was scarce, and survival was everything. To say Nova Horizon Academy was a change of pace was an understatement. It was structured, orderly—two things that had rarely existed in his world. Yet, it intrigued him.
The letter had arrived as an anomaly, something so foreign that for a moment, he had thought it was a joke. But the words, the promise of knowledge, of a school built for the most talented, piqued his curiosity. Sarasa and Shella had been the most excited about it, their enthusiasm contagious. He had accepted the invitation partly out of intrigue, partly out of necessity—he had long since realized that power was not just in strength but in the knowledge that dictated it.
His first impression of the school was a mixture of fascination and skepticism. The grandeur of the castle, the self-moving tables laden with food, the strange creatures called 'Castle Elves'—all of it felt surreal. Chrollo had spent his childhood scavenging for books, hoarding any scrap of literature he could find, and here was a place where a library held endless volumes, and the headmaster actively encouraged its use. He spent hours there, pouring over every subject he could get his hands on. His thirst for knowledge was insatiable, and for once, there were enough resources to satiate it.
Yet, despite its order, the school was far from rigid. The students were varied, each with their own ambitions, some noble, others reckless. He observed them all, quietly taking note of strengths, weaknesses, and potential allies.
Then there was the student council. He hadn't particularly sought out a leadership role, but when the system was explained, it became clear to him that it was a tool worth utilizing. Being on the council meant understanding how decisions were made, how power was distributed—it was a chance to see how structure could be manipulated from within. He was not the loudest in the group, but he was certainly the most observant, and in time, others took notice of his ability to strategize.
The power level system intrigued him the most. It was a tangible way to measure growth, something Meteor City never provided. He had started at 11 PL—a laughable number compared to what he knew true strength to be—but he did not let it discourage him. Instead, he trained. He meditated, followed the physical exercises, and studied nen theory obsessively. Unlike others who might grow frustrated with slow progress, he understood that patience was the key.
He had made acquaintances, some even friends—though he would not use the word lightly. Morena was someone he kept an eye on. Her ideas were radical, chaotic even, and while he did not always agree with her, he recognized the raw potential in her. Mito, on the other hand, was almost his opposite—she sought stability where he sought the cracks in the foundation. Yet, he respected her sense of duty.
As the year neared its end, Chrollo realized that Nova Horizon Academy had provided something he never thought he would have: a foundation. A place where he could learn without constantly looking over his shoulder, where knowledge was abundant, and power was something one could systematically attain. He had no illusions about this peace lasting forever—nothing ever did—but he would use this time wisely.
At the closing ceremony, as students were praised and reprimanded, Chrollo remained silent. He was neither among the top nor among the failures, and that suited him just fine. Recognition was a tool, not a necessity. He would continue his path, unnoticed if need be, until the time was right. Nova Horizon had given him knowledge, and knowledge, after all, was the first step to true power.
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Sambica(pov)
Sambica had never imagined that she would one day find herself in a school built by two of the most unpredictable people in the world—one an infamous troublemaker with a mind sharper than any blade, and the other, well… Insert-sama was still a mystery even to himself. Yet, here she was, standing at the heart of Nova Horizon Academy, reflecting on everything that had happened over the past year.
The first day had been overwhelming. The teleportation , the grand feast, the hundreds of students all thrown together—it was chaotic, but also oddly thrilling. She had never been surrounded by so many different kinds of people before. Hunters' kids, orphans, street-smart survivors, and even a few who clearly came from noble backgrounds. Yet, here, status meant nothing. What mattered was your drive to improve, your potential, and apparently, how well you could survive the first week without getting sent to the "Serious Room."
Sambica had quickly found her place. It wasn't hard to adapt, especially when you had lived your life constantly adjusting to new situations. She had signed up for the Student Council early on, not because she wanted power, but because she figured it was the best way to ensure the school didn't descend into utter anarchy. And, of course, Insert had offloaded half his responsibilities onto them the moment they formed. She wasn't sure if he was a genius or just lazy—probably both.
Her PL (Power Level) had started at a modest 14, which wasn't bad considering she hadn't had any formal training before coming here. By the end of the year, she had pushed it past 40. It wasn't enough to start nen training, but she was getting close. Every morning, she trained. Every night, she studied in the library. The physical training regime had been brutal, but she had seen the results firsthand. Some of the students who started weaker than her were already nearing 50. She wasn't going to fall behind.
Her favorite part of the school? The library. It wasn't just any library—it was practically alive, stocked with books on every subject she could think of. Even the librarian NPC, a wise but snarky digital construct, had a personality. When she had first asked for a book on strategy, it had taken one look at her and said, "You? Strategy? Oh, this will be interesting."
She had spent countless hours poring over books on tactics, history, and medecine. And when she wasn't reading, she was talking to the other students. Chrollo was one of the most interesting—quiet but observant, always thinking five steps ahead. Morena was different, unpredictable in a way that made even the most experienced students wary. And Mito, the girl who had somehow become the voice of reason among them all, was surprisingly sharp beneath her kind demeanor.
But it wasn't all studying and training. There were moments of laughter too. Like when someone (most likely the principal) had enchanted the cafeteria tables to make food appear just to disappear out of thin air, causing a near riot when students realized they could test their limits on how much they could eat. Or the time when a first-year tried to climb the castle walls only to discover it had made them impossibly slippery after the first few attempts.
As the school year came to a close, Sambica found herself standing on the castle balcony, looking out at the ocean. She had a future now—one she had chosen. Not one forced upon her, not one dictated by her circumstances, but one she was actively building for herself.
And that, more than anything, was what made this place special.
Nova Horizon Academy wasn't just a school. It was a home. A battlefield for those who wanted to become something greater. And she was going to make sure she came out of it stronger than ever.also a little less shy maybe
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Morena (pov)
Morena sat on the windowsill of her dorm room, staring out at the vast expanse of the island as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky bled into a mixture of oranges and purples, a sight that once would have felt suffocating to her, like the world was mocking her with its beauty. But now? Now it felt... different.
A year ago, she had thought this school would be another cage, just like every other place she had been forced into. Another system meant to shape her into something she didn't want to be. Another authority demanding obedience, pretending it was for her own good. She had expected to play along, to learn what she could, and then leave when the time was right. Maybe burn it down on her way out.
But then she met them.
The students here weren't like the people she had grown up with. They weren't all broken or cruel. Some were, sure—no place was perfect—but many of them had dreams, ambitions, things they wanted to build instead of destroy. Chrollo with his books and quiet planning, Sambica with her careful kindness, Mito with her unwavering sense of duty. Even the headmaster—someone she should have hated on principle—ran this school like he was making a world where kids like her didn't have to claw their way up from nothing.
She had scoffed at the idea at first. The world didn't work that way. The strong took what they wanted, and the weak suffered. That was the rule, the truth she had believed in for as long as she could remember.
And yet…
She had power now. Not just the kind she was born with, the kind that came with whispers and hidden daggers. Real power. She had pushed herself harder than she ever had before, training, studying, growing. She was stronger now, smarter. If she wanted, she could leave, start over somewhere new, put her plans into motion.
But when she thought about it, something inside her hesitated.
She didn't belong to the world outside this island. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But here, in this strange, impossible place, she had started to wonder: maybe the world didn't need to be burned after all. Maybe it could be rewritten instead.
The "Serious Room" Incident
Morena had always believed that rules were made to be broken—or at the very least, to be tested. So when she was caught sneaking a stash of stolen desserts from the dining hall, she expected a punishment. What she didn't expect was the Serious Room.
No threats, no yelling. Just two hours of sitting at an empty table in a completely blank room.
At first, she thought it was a joke. She leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, smirking at the invisible cameras she assumed were watching her. But after about thirty minutes, something unsettling happened. She started thinking. Not just about escaping or making trouble, but about why she had done what she did in the first place.
Two hours later, when she was finally let out, she walked straight to the cafeteria and asked for more food instead of stealing it. The staff handed it over without hesitation. No scolding. No suspicion. Just a simple, "You just had to ask."
She hated that it made her feel something.
The "Student Council"
When Morena joined the Student Council, it wasn't out of some noble desire to help. She saw an opportunity: if she controlled the rule-makers, she could bend the rules in her favor.
At first, she treated it like a game—finding loopholes, subtly shifting punishments to benefit her own plans, and using diplomacy to manipulate. But then, Chrollo caught on.
"You're playing a long game," he said one afternoon, flipping through the Council's reports. "But tell me—what's your end goal?"
Morena opened her mouth, ready to spout something clever, but... for the first time, she had no answer. She realized she had started actually fixing things instead of just exploiting them.
The worst part? She liked it.
The Philosophy Class Debate
It started with a simple question from one of the NPC teachers:
"If you had unlimited power, would you change the world?"
Most students had their own answers—Mito spoke about making life easier for struggling families, Sambica argued for justice, and Chrollo was eerily silent.
Morena's answer was easy: "I'd burn it down and start over."
The class didn't react with horror. No one gasped. No one scolded her. Instead, the teacher simply asked, "Would you destroy Nova too?"
She froze. That was a question she hadn't considered.
For months, she had mocked this place as a childish fantasy—a doomed attempt at utopia. But now, sitting in that room full of students who had somehow found a place for themselves, she wasn't so sure anymore.
Maybe not everything needed to burn.
Maybe some things were worth keeping.
The "Monferno Problem"
Morena had always been indifferent to Pokémon. They were just another tool, another piece of the game. That was, until Monferno decided that she was his new favorite person.
It started when Ging left for his Greed Island project. Monferno, left without his usual partner-in-crime, took it upon himself to adopt Morena. He followed her around, perched on her shoulder, and threw embers at anyone who annoyed her—which, to be fair, was kind of useful.
At first, she ignored him. Then, she tried scaring him off. Nothing worked.
One day, after an especially rough Council meeting, she stormed into the courtyard, fuming. "I don't get you," she muttered, staring at the Pokémon beside her. "You're not getting food from me. You're not getting battles. What the hell do you want?"
Monferno just stared back with his usual cocky grin, then jumped onto her lap and fell asleep.
She sighed. "...Fine. But if you start throwing fire at people again, I'm leaving you in the Serious Room."
She didn't realize how attached she'd gotten to the little menace until she reached 100 PL and was offered a Pokémon egg. She got her own and choosed a chimchar .
The Library Discovery
Morena wasn't a bookworm like Chrollo, but she had her own reasons for spending time in the library. If she was going to figure out how to navigate this world, she needed knowledge.
One day, while scanning the history section, she stumbled upon a dusty book labeled "The Lost Nations of the Old World." Inside were names she'd never heard before—entire civilizations wiped off the map. Gone. Forgotten. Erased.
It made her stomach twist.
She sat there for hours, flipping through pages of fallen kingdoms and lost cultures. She had always thought the world was rotten, but she had never considered the alternative. If the world had been reset before, who was to say it wouldn't happen again?
She left the library that night with a new thought circling her mind: Maybe burning everything down wouldn't fix anything. Maybe it would just make people forgot we ever existed.
The "Fireworks Incident"
It was supposed to be a simple experiment. Some students had started a science club and wanted to test fireworks for the upcoming Founding Festival. Morena, naturally, was interested—mostly because she wanted to see how much damage they could cause.
What no one accounted for was Sambica.
While the club carefully measured the chemicals, Sambica had wandered in and accidentally knocked over a pile of materials. The next thing they knew, half the courtyard was lit up like a battlefield.
Morena watched as students screamed, teachers panicked, and castle elves rushed to put out the fires. She should've been mad. She should've found it annoying.
Instead, for the first time in years, she laughed.
Not a smirk. Not a scoff. A real, genuine laugh.
The school had survived a literal explosion, and nobody was getting executed or exiled over it. Instead, the teachers just made the culprits clean up the mess, muttering about "safety procedures."
Morena shook her head. This place really is different.
The Last Week of the School Year
By the time the school year was coming to an end, Morena had hit 46 PL—still below the threshold for magic, but far above most other students.
She told herself it didn't matter. She wasn't in a hurry. She wasn't attached to this place.
At least, that's what she wanted to believe.
But on the last night before the closing ceremony, she found herself standing in front of the Student Council Room, staring at the door. Inside, Mito and Sambica were still chatting about next year's plans.
She could walk in. She could sit down. She could let herself be part of it.
Instead, she turned away.
Monferno, now fully her Monferno, tilted his head at her. She sighed, patting him on the head. "I know, I know. I'm being a coward."
Maybe next year.
Maybe.
.......
Vinn (oc – pov)
From the very beginning, Vinn wasn't like the others.
He didn't come from a famous family. He wasn't a genius in strategy like Chrollo, nor did he have Morena's quiet intensity. He didn't have Mito's patience or Sambica's natural kindness.
But he had one thing—a will that refused to break.
Vinn didn't know why the letter had chosen him. He had grown up in a remote fishing village, barely scraping by. His father had laughed when he told him about the school—"Magic? Hunters? You think you're special?"—but he had taken the invitation anyway not before the usual beating.
The moment he arrived, he knew he would never leave.
Everything about Nova Island was alive. The air was fresher. The food was richer. The Pokémon, the training, the endless challenges—this was the kind of life he never imagined was possible.
He swore to himself: I will never go back to being weak.
While others socialized, Vinn trained.
While others explored the island, Vinn ran laps around it with weights strapped to his legs.
He was the first student to break past 50 PL, and when his power was officially measured, the staff took a second look at his results. His numbers weren't just good.
They were terrifying.
Unlike others, who focused on tactics or trickery, Vinn had something simpler: pure, overwhelming strength. He was a natural Enhancer—every punch, every movement, every burst of energy felt like it could shatter bones.
Ging, upon returning to visit, had taken one glance at Vinn and muttered, "Yeah, if I was a betting man, I'd put my money on that kid breaking 1000 first."
Vinn didn't care about that.
He just wanted to be strong enough to protect this place.
His biggest test came when a group of students decided to sneak off the island.
It was stupid, reckless. But kids were kids. They had built a raft and planned to sail into open waters, thinking they could explore the outside world before graduation.
Vinn didn't know about it until it was too late—until he saw the remains of their broken raft washed up on shore.
Without thinking, he dived into the sea.
The current was brutal. The waves swallowed him whole. The ocean dragged him down.
But he fought.
He fought because this was Nova Island. Because to him this was home. Because if the world outside was so dangerous, then he would be the one to make sure no one else had to face it unprepared.
By the time he found them, one student had passed out, another was panicking, and the third was barely holding onto a floating piece of wood.
He carried them all back.
When they reached the shore, he collapsed from exhaustion.
That night, as he lay in the infirmary, he realized something.
He had always wanted to be strong. But it wasn't just for himself.
He wanted to be strong enough to protect this island forever because this will be his home.
As the year came to an end, Vinn was one of the few allowed to start learning magic.
Biscuit—well, the NPC version of her—taught him discipline. He trained until his body ached, until his vision blurred. He refused to stop until he could break the 100 PL threshold.
He was getting close.
He could feel it.
And when the closing ceremony arrived, as everyone spoke of their dreams—of exploring the world, becoming Hunters, seeking adventure—Vinn stood tall and spoke his own wish.
"I don't care about the outside world. My dream is here. My dream is to stay in Nova and protect it. Forever."
For the first time, he saw something strange in the Headmaster's eyes.
Not surprise.
Not amusement.
But respect. (Insert got himself the first hands-off protector)