Harry and the teacher left the weaponry room and headed toward the hall. As they were walking, the teacher suddenly said in a cheerful tone,
"By the way, the principal told me that you will be placed in the fighting class with both Aetherbound and non-Aetherbound students."
Harry felt a wave of happiness. All the hard work he had put into the friendly duel had finally paid off.
Harry asked, "Ma'am, when will I be able to attend those classes?"
The teacher replied in a neutral tone, "Next week, Monday. For the first few days, you and around fifty other non-Aetherbound students will train together to catch up on the basics of weapons. After that, you will be able to choose a weapon and attend the specialized class for that weapon."
She continued proudly, "Don't forget, we bring the best teachers in the city."
Harry listened attentively. After a moment, he asked another question.
"Ma'am, the Aetherbound students have already been getting fighting classes before us. Won't that create a gap between the two groups?"
The teacher lightly laughed.
"Don't worry, Harry. They were only taught the basics of weapons. Right now they are more focused on elemental classes to help them get used to their powers. Also, once you select a weapon class, the classes will be mixed. Both groups will train together to maintain equality."
She added firmly, "Aetherbound students will not be allowed to use magic during fighting classes or during duels."
Harry felt relieved after hearing that. He wasn't a very competitive person, but now that he had the opportunity to improve himself, he wanted to explore every possibility.
After reaching the hall, Harry politely bowed to the teacher and left the school.
He reached home around 2 PM, had lunch, and went to take a nap.
During his nap, he had a strange dream.
He was watching the Fragment Repulsion Test from a third-person perspective. He could see Supervisor Clark transferring energy during the test. Suddenly, Harry noticed something unusual.
Darkness was surrounding his own body.
He was watching everything from outside, as if he were not part of the scene.
Harry was shocked.
Is this a dream? he wondered.
What is happening? Did this really happen? If it did… how did Supervisor Clark not notice it?
Just as those thoughts appeared, Harry suddenly woke up.
He was sweating.
He quickly looked at the time.
It was 6 PM.
The dream had frightened him. Trying to calm himself, Harry stood up and walked to his study table. He opened the drawer and took out the card that Professor Kael Ardent had given him.