The first snow had fallen.

It was an early December day.

The students of Stella Academy, thrilled to see the first snow, ran around the campus, building snowmen and engaging in snowball fights, almost like children.

"Doesn’t matter if it’s a prestigious academy; kids are still kids," Arumon Blushun thought, peeking through the lively crowd of fresh young faces. He noted the clear air of the campus; after all, even smoking wasn’t allowed here.

"Ah, to be young."

Though he appeared to be a man in his late twenties, Arumon was actually a grand wizard of the 9th class who …