I stood at the entrance of the Academy of Beast Tamers, a massive fortress-like institution built into the side of a mountain. Grand banners depicting legendary tamers and their beasts flapped in the wind, while groups of students in sleek uniforms bustled about, their creatures by their sides.
It looked incredible. It should've been inspiring.
But all I felt was dread.
Because the moment I stepped through the academy gates, everyone started glaring at me.
"Is that the guy?"
"The one who tamed Argonax?"
"No way, he looks like a total weakling."
"If he's that strong, I'll challenge him first!"
I swallowed hard. Why does everyone want to fight me already?!
A shadow loomed over me. I turned and found myself face to face with a hulking senior student, his muscular arms crossed. A massive, armored wolf stood beside him, baring its fangs.
"You," the senior sneered. "You think you're hot stuff just because you got lucky with a beast?"
"Uh… no?" I said weakly.
"Good," he grinned. "Because I, Garron Blackfang, challenge you to a duel!"
Duel?! I just got here!
Argonax, still perched on my shoulder in its tiny form, tilted its head. Then it let out an amused chirp, as if saying, Oh, this'll be fun.
I grabbed the tiny dragon and whispered, "Buddy, I really don't think we should—"
"Too late!" Garron shouted. "The challenge has been issued! Meet me in the dueling arena after class!"
Before I could protest, a loud DING echoed through the academy. A floating crystal lit up in the sky, displaying a schedule.
First class: Taming Fundamentals
"Oh, great," I muttered. "I have to survive school and an arena fight."
Argonax chirped again.
I sighed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
The smug purr confirmed it.