Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage

Kyle stepped into the hall as quietly as he could and the heavy doors closed behind him with an ominous creak that seemed to amplify the attention he drew.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Almost immediately after he entered, the class fell silent and all 299 students in the room turned toward him.

Kyle nervously walked forward slowly. He didn't feel nervous because of the stares he got, no. His classmates couldn't even intimidate him in the slightest.

It was only the single, unyielding gaze of Instructor Dan, standing tall at the front of the room that made Kyle shiver a bit.

"Why are you late?" Dan asked calmly.

Kyle stood frozen for half a second, then quickly straightened his posture. "I'm sorry, Instructor. I finished my Wing Exam late, and I was so exhausted that I overslept when I came back."

There was a brief silence in the room before the Thundra Wing students began exchanging subtle nods amongst themselves; they knew that Kyle was telling the truth.

They all knew how the exam had played out and weren't too surprised that Kyle had stayed longer after they left, but despite being aware of what happened, none of them dared to voice their support. Dan's presence alone silenced any impulse to speak up.

After a long, agonizing pause, Dan said, "You should be thankful that I've already spoken with Instructor Layla about you today."

The whispers grew louder. Even the students from other Wings began glancing toward Kyle with renewed interest. The Thundra students, the only ones with vague knowledge of the event, sighed, knowing that Kyle had outperformed once again.

A heavy pressure descended over the students and an invisible force pressed down on them.

Kyle felt it too, but he was more accustomed to Dan's aura than most. He managed to stand firm as the other students shrank slightly under the weight.

Dan smirked faintly as the tension in the room settled. "Now that I have your attention, I'll repeat what I said earlier for Kyle's sake, since he seems to have missed the start of this session."

Kyle quickly made his way to an empty seat near the back of the room.

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Dan's voice sounded across the room. "First of all, congratulations to all of you for completing your Wing Exams. I won't sugarcoat it. This academy doesn't tolerate mediocrity, and some of your performances were dangerously close to that line. But overall, most of you managed to scrape by."

A ripple of tension passed through the students, many shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Kyle glanced around and noticed that several students looked particularly uneasy.

"Let me remind you all, that these exams are designed to test your potential, not just your current skill level. Some of you showed flashes of brilliance. Others barely met the baseline required to stay here."

Dan's gaze swept over the room like a hawk surveying its prey. Several students dropped their gazes, unable to meet his piercing eyes.

"But," Dan said, his tone softening slightly, "I'm not here to dwell on your failures. The results will be posted tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM. They'll be displayed on the main notice board, and you'll also receive a sealed copy from me to present to your guardians."

The announcement brought a mix of relief and anxiety. Some students visibly relaxed, while others began fidgeting, clearly dreading the prospect of seeing their results.

Dan continued, "Now, for the part you've all been waiting for: your holiday begins the following day. By 12:00 PM sharp, you are to have packed your belongings and vacated the dormitories. Those who fail to do so will be spending their holiday in the academy."

The room collectively exhaled, the promise of a break from the academy's grueling routine lifting some of the tension.

Dan's lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained sharp.

"Don't mistake this for leniency. The holiday is not just for relaxation. Some of you have glaring weaknesses that need to be addressed before the next term. Use this time wisely, or you'll find yourselves falling even further behind. And don't forget that The Yearly Tournaments begins shortly after you're back."

Kyle leaned back in his seat, letting Dan's words wash over him. He looked forward to heading back, as he had missed Madam Grace dearly and he even had plans on what to do when he reached Frulia.

Dan's voice pulled him back to the present. "Before I dismiss you, there's one more thing I want to address."

The room fell silent again, the atmosphere growing heavier as Dan's expression turned serious. His gaze settled on Kyle for a brief moment before sweeping over the rest of the students.

"I'm sure many of you have been speculating about Kyle's performances in this exams," Dan said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. "I won't indulge your curiosity. What I will say is this: whatever rumors you've heard, keep them to yourselves. The academy doesn't tolerate petty rivalries or sabotage, and I won't hesitate to act if I see anyone targeting their peers out of jealousy or spite."

Kyle felt the weight of the statement settle over him like a second layer of Dan's aura. He knew what the instructor was doing, sending a clear message to the rest of the students to back off. But honestly, he didn't need his protection. Even though he doubted that anyone would be stupid enough to target him, he was ready for anything they could bring.

Dan's expression softened slightly, and his tone grew lighter. "That said, competition is what drives growth. If you want to surpass someone, work for it. Prove yourselves through effort, not petty schemes."

The room was silent, the students hanging on Dan's every word.

"That's all for today," Dan finally said. "You're dismissed. Use your evening wisely, and prepare yourselves for tomorrow."

The tension in the room dissipated as the students began to gather their belongings and file out.

Kyle remained seated for a moment, letting the buzz of conversations wash over him. He could hear snippets of speculation from the other students as their curiosity about his performance in the Wing Exam had grown louder now that Dan had left the room.

Kyle stood, shaking off the fatigue that still lingered in his body. Tomorrow, the results would be posted, and he really looked forward to seeing how he performed.