Saga Legacy

Akira turned around, hands still in his pockets, and asked casually, "So, what's next? Or are we done here?"

Mikage, still visibly shaken and pale, snapped out of his daze. "What? Oh… uh, we just need to get you a passport."

Akira rolled his eyes and stretched. "A passport? Alright, let's end this already. I'm tired. Aren't you?"

Mikage let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah… I think so." Under his breath, he muttered, "Or maybe I'm just exhausted from trying to figure out what the hell you are…"

They soon arrived at the photography area, where Akira stood before the camera, trying to strike a neutral pose. As the photographer adjusted the equipment, Mikage stood silently behind him, his mind racing.

Outside, Oliver was waiting, leaning against a wall. He caught sight of Mikage and motioned for him to come over. Mikage hesitated but complied, stepping out into the hallway.

"Did you feel that earlier?" Oliver asked, his voice low and serious.

Mikage nodded stiffly. "Yes, sir. That overwhelming malice? It was Akira."

Oliver's eyes widened, and he snapped, "Are you serious? How can a kid who looks so cheerful and clueless harbor such... darkness?"

Mikage avoided eye contact, unsure how to explain. "Sir, I don't know. It's even worse than what I felt on the plane. This time, it wasn't just intense—it was suffocating."

Oliver sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage away the stress. "Alright. From today forward, you're Akira's roommate and supervisor. I don't care what it takes, Mikage. If he so much as acts in a way that endangers anyone, you stop him immediately. Understood?"

Mikage's stomach tightened, and he hesitated. "Yes, sir," he replied, though the weight of the responsibility pressed heavily on him.

Oliver placed a hand on Mikage's shoulder and locked eyes with him. "We can't afford any mistakes with that boy, Mikage. If he loses control, it won't just be this school at risk."

Mikage nodded, swallowing hard as Oliver turned to leave. The older man paused mid-step and glanced back. "Keep him safe… and keep us safe from him."

Mikage watched him walk away, then exhaled shakily. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"Back inside the photography area, Akira finished his pictures and waved at Mikage. "Yo, you coming, or what?"

Mikage forced a smile and joined him, his mind swirling with questions. "Yeah… let's go."Akira stretched and asked, "So, what else?"

Mikage, still deep in thought, snapped back to reality. "Oh, right. We're all done. You'll get your uniform later today and your school ID either tomorrow or the day after that." Then, with forced enthusiasm, he added sarcastically, "And great news—we're roommates now."

Akira narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why don't you sound happy about that?"

"What do you mean?" Mikage replied, feigning ignorance.

"You've been acting weird ever since that mana gauge thing. What are you hiding from me?" Akira pressed, his tone sharper.

Mikage tried to maintain his composure, giving an awkward smile. "It's… nothing."

Akira didn't buy it. "Come on, spit it out."

Mikage sighed, realizing there was no point in lying. "Fine. It's your mana. It gave off an insanely evil aura, Akira. It was like… death itself filled the air."

"Oh, that," Akira replied nonchalantly. "I kinda felt it too, but I thought it was just my imagination, so I played it off."

"Your imagination?" Mikage echoed incredulously. "The entire school felt it."

Akira froze, his eyes widening. "Wait, are you serious? The whole school?"

Mikage nodded grimly. "Yep. Every. Single. Person. And let me tell you—it didn't just feel bad. It felt horrific."

Akira scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed. "Huh. Didn't feel all that bad to me."

Mikage shot him an exasperated look. "Well, it was that bad."

Akira smirked mischievously and gave a low, menacing chuckle. "So… you were scared, weren't you, Mikage?" He then pretended to throw a punch.

Without hesitation, Mikage slapped him across the face.

Akira stumbled back, clutching his cheek in shock. "What the hell?! I was joking!"

"I know," Mikage replied coolly, turning on his heel and walking away.

Akira hurried after him, still holding his face. "Then why did you slap me?"

Mikage glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "Because you thought I was scared."

Akira rubbed his cheek, glaring at Mikage. "That's not a reason to slap someone, you know."

Mikage grinned. "I like you, Akira."

Akira's eyes narrowed. "That's gay."

Without missing a beat, Mikage raised his hand slightly. "Do you need another slap?"

Akira held up his hands in surrender. "No, sir."

As they arrived at the dorms, Mikage gestured grandly. "This is where you'll be staying during your time at this school."

Akira glanced around, raising an eyebrow. "Hmmm… it looks too clean."

Mikage smirked. "Of course it's clean. It's my room."

Akira walked further in, noticing a bed with his belongings neatly arranged on it. "Well, looks like I don't have to worry about my luggage."

Before Mikage could respond, a knock came at the door. Akira rushed to open it, finding a staff member standing outside.

"I'm looking for Akira Seguru," the staff member said.

"That's me," Akira replied.

The staff member held out a neatly folded uniform. "Here's your uniform."

Akira unfolded the trousers, only to find them hilariously oversized. He held them up with a deadpan expression. "Do I look like this?"

The staff member chuckled. "No, you don't. Just put it on."

With a sigh, Akira slipped on the trousers. To his surprise, they adjusted perfectly to his size, fitting him like a glove.

"Whoa," Akira muttered. "Is this… magic?"

The staff member nodded. "Yes. It's fairy magic—hard to tear or burn, and it adapts for fighting."

Akira grinned. "Cool."

The staff member then held up a sweater. "Do you want a vest, sweater, or hoodie?"

"Hoodie," Akira said without hesitation. The sweater shimmered and transformed into a sleek hoodie.

"I'm done for now," the staff member said, stepping back. "I hope to see you around, Akira."

With that, he left.

Akira turned to Mikage, tugging at his hoodie. "Fairy magic, huh? Guess that's one thing I can't complain about."

Mikage smirked. "Enjoy it while it lasts. This school has a way of making you forget what's 'cool' when you're neck-deep in training."

Akira rolled his eyes. "Great. More lectures. Just what I needed."