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[color=8e6b23][i]Just what kind of speech was that?[/i][/color] Thought Cerrad angrily. The last part seemed to have been tacked on with sinister intentions. He didn’t pay much attention to the tone of her voice and instead felt threatened, as if he was being told that running away was the worst possible outcome and that it would end in devastating tragedy and that it would all be his fault for not accepting and—

Cerrad took a deep breath. The thought of attending a school where his powers were seen as vital and special was overpowering everything else in his mind at the moment. [i][color=8e6b23]And besides,[/color][/i] he coldly added, [color=8e6b23][i]I’m surrounded by all sorts of competition; the least I can do is see what the rest of the world has to offer in magic.[/i][/color] The rivals in question were currently asking their [i]own[/i] questions and attempting to socialize, with the former vaguely listened to and the latter ignored completely. The raven haired adult asked something with so many magical terms in it that he sounded competent, which Cerrad interpreted as dangerous. 

He raised a bony wrist to stroke his own hair, thumb and index knuckle gently sliding down whatever tendril was nearest to his shoulder. The soft yellow hair had more maintenance invested in it than most people’s entire bodies, a fact that Cerrad smugly kept to himself. The earth magician squinted and spoke to the woman. [color=8e6b23]“Hmph. The way you’re phrasing it makes it sound like you’re threatening us.”[/color] His eyes relaxed and his hair stroking motions came to an abrupt halt. [color=8e6b23]“But I’ll join anyways.”[/color] 

Cerrad’s hand began to tug at his hair in a subconscious expression of uncertainty. He saw himself as vastly different from all the others, just like in Tembrot, and wasn’t sure whether to continue to see that as a strength. Maybe they’d trample him and he’d have to adapt to the ways of the current world to rise to their level. He imagined himself wearing a pair of blue jeans and twitched. [/color]