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Part 01"Excuse me."

"Huh?"  

From the scrubs, the figure of a young male wolf emerged. He wore a green jacket over a white shirt and brown slacks, a black and green tie around his neck. 

The one he spoke to, and who leaked a surprised sound, stood by the riverside. She was motionless, and her mouth was slightly agape with wide eyes. This was understandable, for she never expected for someone to appear in a far away place like this.

 

Moreover, she was in a rather compromising state right now.

 

There was not, even one piece of cloth on her body.

 

Fair pink skin was exposed, glistening with water droplets under the rays of sun like a tempting and ripe sweet peach. Her figure was like a goddess, proportionate and with seductive curves, her ample bosom full, plump, and inviting. A golden mantle fell over her shoulders and down to her waist; though heavy with water, her hair was abundant and silky. Her wide open eyes showcased her brilliant sapphire eyes filled with surprise.

 

Ten of ten, hundred of a hundred, thousand of a thousand people would coincide that this human girl was a beauty. Maybe an angel sent from heaven to heal the hearts of the people with her presence.

 

A moment, maybe two passed in silence.

 

The beautiful girl raised both her arms. With one she covered her naked chest. The other she held it towards the trespasser.

 

With her sapphire eyes she began to see the ether threads, and using her will she weaved them, casting her magic.

 

"Wait, wait, wait!"

 

The young wolf raised his arms and waved them panicky.

 

The beautiful maiden ignored his plea and continued, the ethereal wove almost complete.

 

"Please wait! I'm just lost! I just wanted to ask for directions!"

 

That got the maiden's attention. She stopped weaving the ether threads, but maintained the unfinished wove just in case.

 

She observed the male wolf in front of her. The fur that was uncovered by the uniform had a color close to white, and it had an unruly appearance obvious even from distance. His height was nothing impressive, but his body build under his clothes was defined, not bulging with muscles but in good shape. As he held up his big paws his eyes were closed tight.

 

"Don't think that closing your eyes you can excuse yourself!"

 

"Closing my eyes? No, that's, they're always like this."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"I can't see. I have glass eyes."

 

The maiden made an unconvinced expression.

 

It wasn't because she didn't know what glass eyes were. She knew, that those with glass eyes were those who couldn't see the light, who were blind to the images of the world. What the wolf was trying to say was that he literally couldn't see her.

 

But she was doubtful seeing his uniform. That uniform, Caliza Academy's uniform, meant that he was student like her.

 

How could a person with glass eyes enter the academy?

 

Caliza Academy, a specialized military academy where promising youths gathered. Here, these youths were taught physical combat, magic combat, arments engineering, grantmor operating, among other courses. Their objective, everyone had the same.

 

To fight against the Mirages.

 

The Mirages, practically unknown entities. They appeared out from nowhere and caused destruction without sensible reason. With no felt presence, they had no smell, they made no sound when moving or even when they attacked with atrocious strength; the only sound was that of debris falling or lives being cut short.

 

They could only be perceived through the sense of sight, the Mirages.

 

They were this world's biggest threat.

 

How could a person who couldn't see fight against them?

 

It was impossible for someone like that to enter this academy. Thus, his claim must be false, it's what she thought.

 

The young wolf cocked his head.

 

"Ehm, excuse me but, could it be that you aren't wearing clothes?"

 

"Yes?"

 

The beautiful maiden again leaked a sound of surprise.

 

As she stared at the wolf's face with his closed eyes she thought that this gesture looked really natural on him, like if he always had them closed. The feeling that he was telling the truth grew inside her and with it the ether threads dispersed.

 

The young male seemed to ponder something, before opening again his maw and speaking in a sober tone.

 

"If you don't believe me then, would it be alright if I told you that I'm gay and I have not interest in your body?"

 

"... Yes?"

 

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Caliza Academy For Specialized Combat Studies, or more commonly know simply as Caliza Academy. It's a prestigious academy of which kind only one existed in this country and the neighboring ones. Part of the Global Anti-Mirage Initiative, it is an institution which receives students from all across the continent, without discrimination of their race, place of birth, or gender. Built with this in mind, it was constructed as an enormous facility comparable with a city, with natural site grounds that extended for kilometers. These ample grounds were used for field exercises like survival and live combat practice.

 

The war against the Mirages was this harsh.

 

Not that far from the academy facilities, but still deep into the forest grounds, two students from this academy walked next to each other.

 

One was a young male wolf. He had unruly fur and held his eyes closed as he walked. His expression was a little cramped though; the reason for this was the young lady next him.

 

She was a beauty like few in the world, with golden hair and a killer body, her sapphire eyes were striking. She showed a discontented expression, and was clearly in a sour mood which seemed to emanate from her like waves. These waves were like a tropical storm sent to attack the wolf.

 

"May I ask what are you angry about?"

 

Seeking to break the bad atmosphere, the wolf finally asked with a polite tone.

 

"I'm not angry, and you don't have to concern yourself with me. You are, after all, gay and totally, completely, not even the slightest interested in me."

 

She spoke with a tone like pouting. However, since her voice was clear and melodious like a song, it was not the least unpleasant and some would say it was actually a cute sound.

 

'What is there to be dissatisfied about that?' Is what the male wolf wanted to ask. She did not sound like a narcissist person who thought everyone had to love her. And it was useless to try to gauge her beauty in the first place, as he could not see her.

 

Also, when did his interest become that small?

 

The pair walked across the forest, evading trees and in silence. The terrain was not rough as it was one of the plainest areas not really used for training, but it was popular for outings. The root of a tree stood out from the ground in the wolf's path. He made a movement to evade it, raising his leg a bit higher, but he failed to evade it completely and the tips of his toes knocked on the wood. However, he did not lose his balance, and actually recovered quickly.

 

The female student saw this with inquisitive sapphire eyes, and some gravity entered her expression.

 

"I'll ask this: Are you serious?"

 

"... Huh? Serious? About what?"

 

"About you having glass eyes. I've seen you walking through this forest with your eyes closed and you move pretty well for someone who can't see. Didn't your actually want to mean you have glassed eyes?"

 

"No, I truly have glass eyes."

 

With a shake of his head the wolf dismissed her supposition.

 

Although they sound similar, glass eyes and glassed eyes were different as day and night.

 

Those with glassed eyes are the ones who cannot see the ether in the world, but still retain their vision. Since they couldn't see the ether threads they could not weave them and thus couldn't cast magic. However, this did not mean they could not lead a normal life. They often suffered from sight imparities like loss of vision or nearsightedness though.

 

On the other paw, someone with glass eyes can't see at all, simple and total darkness. Of course, they cannot use magic either.

 

Walking without crashing into a tree or tripping on a rock or a root, this wolf did not seem like someone who could only see black.

 

"I can't see, but I am not completely blind."

 

"Yes? Do you mean that you can see in a different way? That you see the world with another sight?"

 

"Well, yes."

 

The maiden words were meant to be admonishing, but the wolf responded light as a feather. Though she was astonished for a moment, she did not falter at this unexpected response and probed further.

 

"Is that so? Care to explain?"

 

"Sorry, Safiro-senpai, but it's kind of a personal matter so I hope you can spare me this one."

 

"... Yes, I think it is really not my place to intrude."

 

Letting out a sigh filled with her feelings of suspicion she, Clarabelle Safiro, relaxed her features.

 

She was a second year student in Caliza Academy. Having changed into her clothes, she now wore a green vest over a white blouse, her brown skirt falling gracefully to knee height. A black and green ribbon hung from her collar, and as she was human she wore black shoes with thigh-height white socks.

 

Calming her mind, she began to internally admonish herself.

 

As an upperclassman, it was her duty to guide and support her underclassmen. Her attitude just now had been overly harsh, because she couldn't believe what he was saying. Holding high pride as a student of Caliza Academy, the wolf's words felt like a mockery towards the institution which trained those who would continue to protect the world in the fight against the Mirages.

 

But if he was wearing the academy uniform, it meant that he had been evaluated capable by the teachers. As a proud student she had to believe in their judgment.

 

Still, she was curious about how it possible.

 

Moreover, the color of his jacket. It was the most contradictory.

 

This wolf, Marcolup Luz, was a freshman of Caliza Academy. The academic year had yet to actually begin, but both new and returning students were arriving already.

 

As Caliza Academy's grounds were as big as a state and it was dangerous for civilians to live close to where real combat practices were often conducted, it was inevitably a boarding school. All students, and academy personnel, were housed in the Living Area.

 

"So, did Marcolup really lose his way into the forest? We met at a quite deep part of it."

 

"Marco is fine, and yes. I must admit that my parents offered to take me to the housings, but I told them that I could manage it on my own. However, it really was too much for me."

 

While it was not prohibited for outside people to enter most of the facilities, including the Living Area, it was more common for the parents to drop off their sons and daughters at the Reception Area. This building was a few kilometers away from the academy's main facility, but from there the students could take a private vehicle at a fixed schedule. Luggage was sent to the academy in advance.

 

This meant his parents had taken him to the Reception Area, but then...

 

"How did you end here? The bus should've taken you all the way to the Living Area."

 

"Well yes, I walked. I didn't take the bus."

 

"You walked? From the Reception Area?"

 

"Yes."

 

"What were you thinking?!"

 

"I wanted to see the scenery."

 

"How's that possible?!"

 

First giving an outburst of incredulity, and then putting her hand over her lips, her expression changed quickly. Color drained from her lovely face, and guilt entered her sapphire eyes.

 

How could she say such a thing? Even if she still didn't completely believe that he had glass eyes, such insensible things were things she shouldn't say.

 

"Hahaha, that was a nice comeback, senpai!"

 

Yet, seeming to ignore her ghastly feelings, Marco gave a heartfelt laugh. She dropped her arms to the sides and continued walking besides the wolf.

 

Silence dawned between the two, and it continued like that for a while.

 

They were coming close of the academy grounds, but only the quiet sounds of nature could be heard. Classes were yet to start so the loud noises of heavy machinery that often came from the Grantmor Area would not be heard today.

 

"Do not mind it, senpai."

 

"Yes?"

 

Marco suddenly broke into the serenade of nature with cheerful words. She, who had been gloomily brooding over her mistake, raised her face with confused sapphire eyes.

 

"If you're feeling bad over what you said, please do not mind. I do not. Actually, if you begin to brood alone and go cold on me it will trouble me."

 

"... Sorry, it's just that it was really insensible of me. Also, I should have apologized right away."

 

"Well, if it makes you feel better I accept your apology. And then, to lighten the mood I will have to tell a joke."

 

"Yes?"

 

The confusion turned to bewilderment, and she stared at the unruly furred wolf. Marco looked deep in thought, and then he spoke with a jovial expression.

 

"You know, senpai. I can't see, but with the way I can only [see] I couldn't help but notice something about sempai."

 

"Oh, what is it?"

 

"That senpai's chest seems about to burst out of her clothes."

 

"Wha-?!"

 

Her mouth went agape for a moment, before she closed it, a rosy blush spreading on her cheeks and ears. She then raised her voice, which still was lovely to hear.

 

"This impertinent, gay, absolutely not interested in my body kouhai, I'll have to teach you manners later!"

 

Part 02 

Stepping inside what would be his housing during his stay in Caliza Academy, Marco felt a little overwhelmed.

 

I am truly here

 

If Marco had to be honest with himself, even he had doubted he could achieve it. No, he'd been the one who doubted it the most, as he knew best his own condition.

 

But here he was.

 

When Marco told his parent he wanted to attend Caliza Academy, they were left speechless. They didn't take what he said as a bluff for they had seen he had spoken completely serious. That is why, the words they thought at that moment, they swallowed them like rocks that settled in their stomachs. That it was impossible, for someone like him to enter Caliza Academy.

 

Marco of course had known what was in their minds. That's why he didn't try to beg or convince them that it could be possible in a way not short from a miracle. He only asked them they allowed him a one chance.

 

One chance to at least try. Even if he miserably failed.

 

With their consent he applied to the initial interview. He wouldn't have found it weird if he was immediately rejected without a second glance, but the interviewer received him properly.

 

After the standard questions you would expect, the topic of his condition came.

 

As expected, the interviewer told him the obvious, that someone like him would not be able to cope with the curriculum. Caliza Academy was a battle oriented school after all, with a standard above average.

 

That's why Marco used an appeal he had thought of beforepaw.

 

 "Please, just allow me to take the entry test as everyone else."

 

"We can not prepare a special examination just for you."

 

"Yes, I know. That is why let me take the same test as everyone else. I will show you that I don't need any special attention."

 

Though the interviewer sounded skeptic at first, when he asked which course Marco wanted to enroll in his answer seemed to catch the interviewer's curiosity.

 

So, his application accepted under the premise of no special treatments, he took the entry test.

 

He passed. And like that, he was admitted.

 

Standing inside his housing, Marco was nervous, and somewhat scared, but more than anything elated.

 

Still, it is rather spacious.

 

He [looked] around the room the housing's front door connected to.

 

The gray silhouettes in the blackness indicated that this was a living room, with a table and some seats. There was also a moderated dinner table with some chairs, and the kitchen was separated from this area only by an open counter. A corridor ahead seemed to lead to some other rooms.

 

It was a nice place, Marco considered. He had expected something much more cramped.

 

He walked towards the corridor, whishing to see which his room was, when the door was suddenly knocked.

 

A visitor so soon? Is it Safiro-senpai?

 

Though unexpected and confused at first, he quickly gathered his bearings and called to the person at the other side.

 

"Yes, please wait a bit. I'm coming."

 

He turned around and walked towards the door, when the sound of the lock being opened reached his ears.

 

Without having waited for Marco to reach the door, the sudden visitor had opened it and made his way in.

 

The one who entered was a feline with a big frame. Closing the door behind him, he held a pair of folders in his other paw. He wore a black suit with blue trims and a blue tie. Though 'suit' sounded too much of a fancy description, for his clothes looked more like something a military officer would don. This was the Caliza Academy instructor's uniform.

 

However, what made eyes turn the most, away that's it, was his face.

 

His fur was an earthy yellow color with brown stripes, designing him as a tiger race. Round ears stood on his head with a brown edge. His gaze was sharp as a blade, and equally threatening-looking. From his stout muzzle four impressive fangs protruded upwards from the lower jaw reaching a few centimeters.

 

It was a daunting face that indeed could be described as beastly.

 

Of course Marco couldn't see that.

 

A big male with bulging muscles, that's what his [sight] allowed him to [see]. The lean, not too long tail standing tall behind indicated it was a feline.

 

Also, a pair of bright purple orbits.

 

"So you are Marcolup Luz?"

 

The tiger spoke, making Marco's ears swivel delightedly.

 

This male's voice was deep and gruff, and couldn't be called by all means melodious. Actually, it gave the impression that you were being threatened. But for Marco, who could only judge a person's first impression by voice, what a manly voice, is what he thought.

 

"Yes, and you might be?"

 

"Axeljoun Hacha, your Living Monitor."

 

The Living Area of Caliza Academy was one like no other. It was the size of a suburb, and numerous buildings of a variety of shapes and proportions could be found. To accommodate its massive student body with a myriad of different circumstances, this much was a necessity.

 

Tall buildings which served as dormitories. Mid-sized edifices where individual and shared departments could be found. Big-sized houses which served as communal housings. Small, fancy mansions for those of wealthy background. The Living Area was divided into smaller sections, each one supervised by two faculty members.

 

Marcos' housing was a basic house type with two rooms for two people each, which could be said was quite the comfortable arrangement. The reason for this was not because his parents had paid an additional housing fee. But because of his glass eyes condition.

 

It wasn't that he was receiving special treatment, at least of the considerate sense.

 

Rather, the section Marco had been assigned at was a somewhat isolated one, where troublesome students the academy could not afford to expel where put together to be under surveillance.

 

Taking this into account, it could be actually said that he was receiving special treatment.

 

As a 'special trouble student'.

 

Not that Marco had to know of this.

 

One of the monitors for this section was him, Axeljoun Hacha.

 

"Come, I have to say a few things to you."

 

With a tone which seemed to convey that there was no other option but to comply, Instructor Hacha moved towards the living room. Marco followed suit and they took seat in opposite couches, facing each other. The nondescript coffee table stood in between the two.

 

 Marco sat quietly, giving the first word to the monitor.

 

"I guess, first I should welcome you to Caliza Academy. Entering here is no small feat so congratulations."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Next, I'll put it bluntly. I will re-brief you on the conditions for your stay. Though you suffer from the condition 'glass eyes', you will not receive any kind of special consideration. Your academic load and evaluations will be the same as the others, and if you fail to meet the minimum grade criteria you will be expelled also the same as the others. Is that clear?"

 

"Yes."

 

To the stern tone of the tiger, Marco responded with a sober voice.

 

To keep up with the rest he would have to put much more extra effort, but he wasn't to back down now.

 

Instructor Hacha didn't waste another moment and continued.

 

"As for you housing arrangements, you will be living here alone."

 

"Eh?"

 

The monitor said something surprising, making Marco involuntary leak a strange sound.

 

Marco's family was, by all means, not a rich family. Though without economic problems, they were pretty average. As such Marco had applied for the free housing arrangement, which was his only option.

 

Actually, Caliza Academy was an institution sponsored by this country, and the neighboring ones, and also a part of the Global Anti-Mirage Initiative. It was tuition-free school where anyone with talent and resolve could study as long as the curriculum's expectations were met. Boarding, basic meals, and essential materials were also provided to the students for free. Anything else had to be provided by the student himself, and paying additional fees more comfortable conditions could be bought.

 

Marco, who had applied for the free housing arrangement, actually should've been allocated to one of the dormitories, sharing room with dozens of other students.

 

"May I know why is that?"

 

"Because if you lived with many others, conflicts will arise so we'll have you here staying quietly. We hope to at least decrease the number of problems to a minimum."

 

"... I understand."

 

Swallowing his bitter feelings Marco accepted reasonably. He knew, after all, what the instructor was talking about.

 

His eyes, glass eyes. Rather that pity, it was more probable for scorn to be directed at him. In a world were the threat of the Mirages existed, someone who could not see was seen as useless baggage. Moreover, eyes were an important part of the social order, especially the coloring of the iris. The rate of someone being born with glass eyes was also extremely low, making these people akin to being diseased, with their eerily whitish irises.

 

While he felt lonely about it, Marco knew this arrangement was objectively the best. Even more so in his [rare case].

 

"This is a pamphlet for the housing rules of this section. Make sure to read them."

 

Putting one of the folders on the coffee table, Instructor Hacha passed it to Marco.

 

Without any hesitation into his movements the wolf leaned over and took the folder with a paw. He proceeded to open it and check its contents, dragging a finger over the paper, his eyelids closed all the time.

 

With slightly narrowed and sharp eyes, Instructor Hacha didn't miss any movement.

 

The young wolf closed the folder again after a brief moment, and put it over his legs. He returned his attention to the tiger, his expression telling him to continue.

 

"Your student ID and guidebook should have been sent to you with your uniform so make sure to read that too. Any questions concerning the workings of the Academy would better be asked to your Academic Monitor, while any other matters to a Councilor. If you read the pamphlet I gave you, you shouldn't have any question about the housing, but I will be making regular inspections. Understood?"

 

"Yes!"

 

Instructor said so with a piercing glare, as if daring Marco to cause any problem, but of course this was ineffective on the wolf. The young male nodded assertively, showing an earnest attitude.

 

"The last thing, we would like you to refrain from giving the representative speech this year."

 

"The... representative speech?"

 

Something unknown to Marco was brought up. He couldn't help but cook his head, transmitting his confusion.

 

Instructor Hacha closely studied the wolf's face with his purple eyes. As he understood that his confusion was real, he internally grumbled, and made note of search and berate the one who forgot to give notification to this student about such important matter.

 

"Each year the freshman with the overall highest score in the entry test will give a short speech during the Entrance Ceremony, before the Student Committee Chairman. He will also be seated on stage during the ceremony. This year's freshmen representative is you."

 

"Me?... I got... the highest overall."

 

"Both on the written part and the practical part you have the highest score, so rather than overall you're the best freshman this year."

 

To Marco who was muttering with obvious incredulity, Instructor Hacha offpawedly tossed some words of praise. But soon he also poured some cold water on the wolf's rising emotions, his duty as an instructor telling him so.

 

"But don't get carried on this. Actually, this will make a bigger target out of you."

 

"Ah... yes, sorry. I mean, thank you...... Excuse me... If it's possible, may I know what my score was?"

 

Though the tiger's words had an affect to some extent, Marco's spirit couldn't be completely dampened and he ended asking such a question. He spoke hesitantly, but his body completely gave away his big curiosity, his ears pointing to the ceiling.

 

"Why does that matter now? But aside from the written part, you performed [Remote Weaving] during the practical part, didn't you?"

 

"Remote weaving?... Yes, I guess so."

 

The tiger's browns frowned at that response, and his tail flicked.

 

"You guess? How did you learn to do that?"

 

"Because I can't do [Visual Confirmation], it's easier this way."

 

It was the only way, Instructor Hacha thought severely. It was a situation he could not grasp entirely.

 

He had read the wolf´s file.  There, a brief description of both [Echo] and [Grid] was written down. But as expected he couldn't imagine how it was, with him being a Knight. He wasn't interested in the workings of ether weaving either.

 

Well, he was an instructor of the Knight Course so he thought he didn't have to concern himself with this student's peculiarities beyond the housing matters.

 

"Well, that's actually none of my concern. So, can you step down from giving the representative's speech?"

 

"Yes. I don't mind."

 

Marco's tone was quite lively, and his tail moved softly from one side to the other, making the instructor stare with assessing eyes. It seemed the wolf was still delving in the topic of his score, and feeling quite happy about it.

 

In any case, now that the matter of the speech was settled, and quite smoothly too, he wouldn't have to have headache.

 

"Good. Then I'll leave you to settle down. Your Academic Monitor should come to visit you tomorrow to explain the details."

 

Instructor Hacha rose from the couch and walked towards the door. Marco also rose to his hindpaws and followed, intending to see off the instructor.

 

The tiger twisted the knob and opened the door, but before he could step out Marco spoke candidly.

 

"Thank you, Hacha-sensei. I'll make sure to meet the Academy's expectations."

 

When Hacha turned around, what he saw was a young student bowing deeply, his body almost parallel to the floor. His ears were properly standing and his tail was in proper position, showing that he internally calm.

 

It was a sight that touched him a bit as an instructor. So he responded in kind, in his own way.

 

"Then, I'll take your word on that. In exchange you may come to me if you don't have anyone else to rely on."

 

The young wolf straightened, a smile spread on his face. A smile which was serene and joyful, though with his unruly fur it also had a childish semblance.

 

Hacha stared for a brief moment. His tail curled slightly for an instant, before he turned around and left. Ramblings: I actually have an important doubt. If I post the new parts here and the same user reads it again --thanks for reading by the way--, does it counts towards the views? I ask because this is not appealing.