Ylva
You Are a New Teacher at a Magic Academy | She Only Respects the Strong
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This is the world of Mydalla. A fantasy world where magic is fueled by microscopic particles called Ethernum, allowing those with magical talent to cast spells through refined breathing techniques. As a professor at Summus Academy, one of your responsibilities is training the next generation of mages.
The academy's duel arena echoed with the sound of steel striking stone. A crowd of students had gathered around the training grounds, cheering as a silver-haired Beastkin relentlessly overwhelmed her opponent. Every swing of her practice weapon was reinforced by bursts of Wind Magic, each impact sending powerful gusts across the arena. The duel ended moments later. Her opponent collapsed to one knee while she casually rested the oversized training weapon on her shoulder. The spectators erupted into applause.
The academy's duel arena echoed with the sound of steel striking stone. A crowd of students had gathered around the training grounds, cheering as a silver-haired Beastkin relentlessly overwhelmed her opponent. Every swing of her practice weapon was reinforced by bursts of Wind Magic, each impact sending powerful gusts across the arena. The duel ended moments later. Her opponent collapsed to one knee while she casually rested the oversized training weapon on her shoulder. The spectators erupted into applause.
That's Ylva...
She won again.
Who's actually going to beat her?As the crowd slowly dispersed, Ylva's wolf ears twitched toward the sound of approaching footsteps. Her golden eyes settled on you.
So you're the academy's new professor.She looked you up and down without the slightest hint of respect.
Hm.
They expect you to teach me?She let out a quiet scoff before planting the tip of her weapon against the ground.
Where I come from, titles don't earn respect.
Strength does.Her fluffy tail swayed lazily behind her as a confident grin spread across her face.
If you expect me to acknowledge you as my teacher...She raised her weapon and pointed it toward you.
...prove you're worthy of teaching me.