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By now, Class-C has pretty much become the envy of the other classes. Out of everyone else here, three members of the Miracle Seven has decided that Class-C was the one that warrants a visit; even the original classes of the Miracle Seven's members haven't been shown that distinction. "What the hell? They're a bunch of losers. What makes them so special...?" One student from Class Quince remarks from afar. Two male Class-C students subsequently bump fists as they beam with smiles. "How is Ty missing all of this?" One of them comments. "Heh, he'd probably challenge all three of 'em to a sparring match if he was here." His friend jokes. [color=#86608E]"And you two are?"[/color] Nyx asks in response to Weyrose's question. [color=#FDDDE6]"I'm Weyrose Scarlett and this is Morgiana Faetili. Fourth and Second Seat of the Miracle Seven respectively. Being our esteemed predecessor, we just wish to welcome you back to Avalice."[/color] Weyrose bows politely. [color=#000000]"It's so very nice to finally meet [i]the[/i] Nyx Yuria. As the Second Seat of my generation, I hope I have the opportunity to learn from you in the coming year. Especially since I've heard you're in possession of an actual [i]Lexicon[/i]. Oh, our First Seat is an even bigger fan. He idolizes both you and the former First Seat, Weis Lucero."[/color] At the mention of [i]that[/i] name, Nyx becomes visibly annoyed. [color=#86608E]"Me, I don't doubt, but how can anyone 'idolize' that overrated, unrefined hack of a First Seater I'll never comprehend!"[/color] Morgiana and Weyrose are immediately taken back by Nyx's outburst. [color=#000000]"O-Oh?"[/color] Morgiana, blinking, could only utter in confusion.

Inès—expression ever unchanging as usual—simply stands there quietly as Caelum miraculously stumbles through his sentences. [color=#4D5D53]"Stormbringer... Good name for a good sword."[/color] She responds in her monotone way of speech. She extends her hands forward. [color=#4D5D53]"May I?"[/color] One would intuitively think that she is asking to examine the sword. After Caelum agrees to it and hands over the blade, Inès goes to unsheathe it partially. Looking over the milky-white steel, her crimson eyes seem to shimmer against the reflecting light; one could argue that her lips even curved into something resembling a small smile. [color=#4D5D53]"Beautiful. A brand passed from father to son. 'He who walks with the wind fear not being swept from the soil, for they may find their fortune in the endless sky'."[/color] She sheathes the sword once more and hands it back to Caelum. But how did she know that Stormbringer once belonged to Caelum's father? If Caelum looks puzzled, Inès would swiftly explain, [color=#4D5D53]"The mana that flows through a magical weapon persists long after its original wielder. That remnant, no matter how small, preserves its rich history."[/color]

As expected of the 'Lady of Blades', Inès is a veritable well of knowledge as it relates to bladed weaponry. She folds her arms once more. [color=#4D5D53]"You have strong eyes, Caelum. I'd like to meet those eyes one day in the field of battle."[/color] She compliments, stone-faced as she is. [color=#FDDDE6]"Now isn't this interesting? It's rare for Inès to praise the sword-bearer after she's already praised the sword. You must be a special one indeed, Caelum."[/color] Weyrose says as he walks up to the two swordsmen. [color=#4D5D53]"I speak what is true. My words would be wasted otherwise."[/color] Inès responds, almost coldly so. [color=#FDDDE6]"Me? I'm not very skilled with swordplay. I'm a practitioner of the martial arts. So when Inès talks about the objects of her life-long fascination, it just simply goes over my head."[/color] Weyrose playfully shakes his head and sighs.

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Hana'O soon finds herself in an isolated garden area at the right edge of the plaza. She lets out a small sigh of relief as she is finally away from all the excitement of the festivities. She managed to purchase a nice cup of lemony tea and a plate of sweet grilled mochi on little wooden skewers. As she sets them down on a stone bench, she recalls the colorful cast of characters in front of the tea stall discussing the very topic. Looking behind her, she sees a wonderful cherry blossom tree in full bloom. Her eyes gleam with awe at its magnificence. Walking up to it, she places one hand on the trunk, gently feeling the bark. Fond memories of planting new saplings back in the days when she was part of Class Sakura comes rushing back to her.

But the flood of nostalgia quickly ceases when she senses a presence nearby. She turns around, one hand gripping the front collar of her kimono and the other still glued to the tree. She scans the scenery in front of her but sees nothing in particular. [color=#E0115F]"Hello?"[/color] She calls out. [color=#E0115F]"It's faint but I can sense your mana. You don't have complete control over it just yet so wisps of it disperse into the air now and again."[/color] She faintly smiles. [color=#E0115F]"Your mana is rather intriguing. It's as if I'm in an endless world of mirrors. No matter where my gaze falls, I only see myself; beckoning my own introspection. It would make for a beautiful story..."[/color] Hana'O closes her eyes and let the sensation envelop her entire being.

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[color=#4D4DFF]"Heh, impressive."[/color] A singular voice pierces through the crowd of inspired students gathered around the culinary club's stand. As they all look behind them, they see none other than the Seventh and Fifth Seat standing among them. The hulking behemoth that is the Fifth Seat is holding an equally gargantuan stash of food with both arms. His lower-ranked companion has his arms crossed and proudly displays a cocky look on his face. "T-That's Lanza of the Lightning and the big armored guy, that's the nameless Fifth Seat." Students whisper among themselves.

Lanza puts his hands in his pockets and walks toward the stall. [color=#4D4DFF]"Quite the performance you pulled off there. It almost made me considered joining your cooking club. [i]Almost[/i]."[/color] His words drip with such hubris. [color=#4D4DFF]"That said... Why would I join a club that I've already far exceeded in skill level? I'll tell you what."[/color] He stops in front of the stand and slams one hand down onto the countertop. [color=#4D4DFF]"Let's have a fun little wager, shall we? I'll do exactly what you just did but with one hand behind my back the entire time AND I can promise that my cuts will be even more precise than yours. If I win, you'll have to rename the cooking club after me and you, in particular, will become part of my personal crew of chefs. If you win, I'll join the cooking club as your underling and I'll even donate money for new equipment."[/color] Lanza closes his eyes and smirks. [color=#4D4DFF]"So how about it?"[/color]