Lisk shut the door behind him and left the common room.
The dark blue blazer fit perfectly. Too perfectly. It reminded Lisk of his old attire—sleek, durable, and built for a swordsman. The magic-resistant fabric was the only thing he liked about it.
Everything else? A joke.
He adjusted the collar with a sigh, staring at his reflection in the polished window of Ruloy Academy. He looked the part. A third-year student, just another name in the registry. But in reality?
He was a hunter.
"Why did I have to do this..." Lisk muttered under his breath. He touched his white hair, realizing just how recognizable it made him. "Won't he know me just from the hair? Do I have to act like a different person?"
Eighteen years old. A swordsman renowned in his homeland. A master of the twin blades. And yet, here he was, playing student. Forced to take exams, forced to pretend while being surrounded by actual kids.
