A Degenerate's Tale

The girl who walked in was like a fairy. A mystical aura seemed to cloak around her body.

Despite her small size, she carried an overwhelming presence.

All eyes immediately focused on her.

She was a foxkin. A beautiful, patterned kimono covered her petite body while her pink hair freely flowed behind her. Her red eyes were piercing, an appropriate look for an expert. Her childlike face seemed to contrast her aggressive eyes, but at the same time, they were also perfectly complemented.

'A kimono?'

'She's so cute!'

"Huh, who's this little runt?" As one would expect, Nolan was the one who broke the silence.

Sheryl was immediately met with rude words the moment she stepped into her class. She was a Grand Adept who wielded one of the forbidden swords of the Beast Kingdom. Her status was immense and in normal circumstances, she would never have to be in charge of the first-year class like this.

It was only because this year, there were many unique individuals in the first-year class.

"Nolan Frostless, 10 demerits for causing unnecessary disturbance."

"Mark Ofrain, 10 demerits for contributing to the disturbance."

She casually said as she waved her sleeve. A gust of wind was summoned with her casual wave, pushing the two troublemakers back into their seats. Sheryl had established her authority in the lecture hall in an instant.

Ragnarok Academy had a merit system on top of a strict performance grading.

It was to ensure that only the cream of the crop would graduate from this prestigious academy.

A certain amount of demerits would mean expulsion from the academy.

"Huh!?!?" Nolan exclaimed in shock as the pink-haired foxgirl less than half his size, hurled him back into his seat with a wave of her hand.

Mark Ofrain closed his eyes and quietly accepted his faith.

"Hello everyone. Welcome to your first day in Ragnarok. I am your proctor for the school year, Sheryl." Sheryl stated calmly as she stood behind her podium. Her gaze lightly met with the unique students of her class.

The Elven Princess, Alea Venroris.

The Demon Child, Earl Roth.

The Saintess, Eden Saint-Francis.

The Red-eyed Elf, Luka Ailos.

Descendant of the Hero King, Mark Ofrain and his aide, Serena Brightwing.

The Blue Beast, Nolan Frostless.

And finally, the summoned heroes.

Seno Shin, Kano Kayo, Ishihara Iori.

They were all individuals with the potential to become the star of the generation. But here they were, all gathered together in the same room.

"It's the first class, so let's take it easy, alright?"

"As you already know, your four mandatory classes will take place in this room. Your mandatory classes are: Mana Flow Theory, Practical Use of Magic, Introduction to Elemental Magic, and Combat Instruction. For your information, I am in charge of your Combat Instruction."

Sheryl started the class by briefing them with information.

"After your mandatory classes are your elective classes. You have one week from today to register for your elective classes. Please choose your electives carefully as they are highly specialized and specific."

"One week from today, Club Recruitment will begin. You will have the opportunity to join a club then. We have a diverse collection of clubs here, and I highly encourage you all to join a club. It's a great way to pass time on this island, and you may get something out of it."

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Everyone shook their head. What Sheryl said was merely a reminder to what they already knew...

Unless you were living under a rock like Shin.

He attentively listened to every word Sheryl said.

At this moment, the Blue Beast excitedly raised his hand. "Ms Sheryl, are we going to fight you for Combat Instruction?"

'This battle junkie.' Every student internally thought.

"You have to work your way up to me." Sheryl lightheartedly replied with a small, teasing smile.

"OHHH YEAHH!!"

"Please shut up."

"Understood, Ms Sheryl!"

"Any other questions?"

"If there are no further questions, let's make our way to the training field."

The class followed Sheryl and made their way to the training field.

There were many different training fields on Ragnarok, but the one they were using today was located outdoors.

It was a wide, expansive field of nothingness. Perfect for training.

The students were excited to learn combat from a Grand Adept. They looked in anticipation for what she had to say.

"Your first task. Running."

Huh?

That was the only thought that popped up in the mind of the physically inept mages.

"What the fuck. Aren't those guys too fit to be mages?" Mark Ofrain spat on the ground in between breaths as watched the guys at a lead sprint with ease.

He could somewhat understand the physical fitness level of the Elven Princess. She was number one in the entire first year, after all.

The same applied to Earl. That guy was number two so he gets a pass.

However, the thing that bothered him the most was this bastard next to him!

"Huahaha! Young prince of Ofrain, you're telling me you tried to challenge me with this puny level of stamina?" The mocking voice of Nolan sounded next to him as he was lapped for the 2nd time.

"Ahhh!!!" Mark screamed in frustration as he miserably fell head first into the ground. He wanted to teach that blue bastard a lesson, but he couldn't go on anymore!

"Don't tell me you're a quick shot in bed too? Well, of course you are, with this level of stamina, huahaha!"

Mark felt the urge to spit out blood.