Episode 1: They Came...
In this world of today, magic is not just a fairy tale it is real and every person can use magic from the time they are born till the time they die. In this world everything is just like we remember it except the strength of your magic and the number of times you can use magic before you turn into dust determines the amount of respect you receive. The number of times you can use your magic is known as your "Spell Points", and the strength of your spells are measured with respect to the power of the average citizenry which denotes your "Magical Power".
The sun peaks out between cotton clouds. It light is warming the billowing green earth of homely farms. In this tranquile setting. A different light was lite. On a bridge a preteen boy lifts his hand to the sky and a great orb of power burst up into the blue yonder. A young girl watches as the bright sphere left a column of sparks trailing up to the unseen beyond. Then snow began to fall, falling down gentilly on a warm summer day. She looks at the boy with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. Glowing with effort the boy strains for a moment until exhaustion let his arm down. Downcast at his failure he lets his head droop a little, then straightens and smiles at the girl. The girl's lips moved, but no word were heared.
"It's a promise Mr Greatest Magician in the World."
Then clock ticks. It is 8:30 in the morning. It rang.
A bran haired boy popped up in his be and hit the snooze. He mutters"8:30, I have got to wake up." and fell back into sleep.
The school bell rang as student rushes through the gate, some on foot, some flew, some rode on griffon's back or are dangleing from talons of giant eagles. The school gate closes.
In classroom 2-B, a girl with short red hair groans as the teacher points out test able subjects on the history of Wizardary laws. "God! The same stuff day in and day out, just makes it hard to my eyes open am I right Nakamaru?" When there only is silence, she turns to look at the stone face teen behind her. "Nakamaru?" She took a pencil and pokes him in the nose. The teen disappears in a puff of smoke as a man shape piece of paper falls down.
A vein popped out of the girl's head. "Nakamaru! How dare you! Skip class!" She growls as she put her hands together to sign. Instantly she turns transparent. With the teacher focusing at the board she quickly hopped out of her desk and ran out to find her missing classmate.
Back in the dorms. A pretty young woman in cloths of mourning is sweeping the path leading to the building.
A shiek shatters the day. "Oh crap! I overslept!"
The bran haired boy barrels out of the dorm with his shirt half buttoned on and his school bag in hand. He rush pass the front gate, and the women when a gentle voice calls him. "Shikimori-san?"
He stops and turns to look at the young woman. "a...Yes?"
She smiles at him, but stayed silent.
"Mi-Miss Manager..." He liftes his bag before his chest."Err...Umm...I kinda overslept today." A sweat dropfrom his temple. "I am late for school..." She smiles. "Um.." He suddenly turned and ran. "Well, see you later!"
The manager continue to smile as Kasuki rounds the bend and disappears from sight. "Take care. Please come back soon, okay?"
Mean while in the school's infirmery, a doctor is doing his checkup on a group of female students. His dark straight hair frames his handsome face and a pair of black half frame glasses did little to hide his intense yellow eyes as his scribbles on his clip board.
' In the current world of magic, every one can use magic from the day they are born to the day they die.'
He writes down some number on his clip board. "Okay! Let's see..." He puts down his styroscope and place a colored lense on his glasses.
'However, magical ability within each are not equal.' A number appears on the colored lense. "8942...good... Next please."
'Magical abilities of magic users are individual traits.' The next girl takes the her place. The doctor's eyes narrows slightly. The lense reads "10295...good".
He continues on as he waits for the next girl to sit down. "The number of times you can use magic determines the amount of respect you receive"
"I understand that. That is why a precise analysis is necessary for magical abilities, but..." A waivy haired blonde bombshell stood before the doctor. She had a slight pout on her face as she looks down on the doctor with her redish brown eyes.
Surprised the doctor looks at her. The lense reads 140000. He took out the lense. "What is it... Kazetsubaki-kun?"
The girl continues. "This is such an annoyance...Taking our clothes off so early in the morning."
The doctor smiles. "It's a physical examination." He puts in a new lense. "It's a good thing."
"Humph!" The blond turns around and threw a pair of charms at the door.
Outside a large teenage boy swore. "A barrier!"
Kasuki happens to pass by the peeking tom. "Nakamaru?" He frowned.
Nakamaru turned toward Kasuski. "Ah! If it isn't my good buddy Shikimori Kasuki-kun! What-up?"
"What's up you say...What are you doing here? Class is in session, right?"
"Humph!" Nakamaru rose up to stand before the smaller boy. He casually talks back. "Has the love of learning awakened within the fool?" He puts on of his arm around Kasuki's thin shoulders and leans in. "At least I understand the you feeling in not failing in grades."
Kasuki's expression turned from curious to annoyed.
"But let me say this to you as a friend, don't do useless things like that." Nakamaru point at Kasuki's chest. "More importantly!" He swings the other boy around to face the infirmary door and forced him to sit down. "I need help." He whispers and formed a glowing rectangle on the door with his fingers.
"Hun?" Kasuki looks at his classmate. With a nod from the other teen he lean in to take a look. The spell made to door transparent to his sight but beyond it was blocked out by charms. He sits back and looks at his so called "friend".
Nakamaru leers at Kasuki. "Inside is the third year, Kazetsubaki Kuriko. She is the power that be behind everything from the student government to the school's board of directors! If we can pierce this barrier and catch her in her underwear..." Kasuki's express turns for the worse. "What do you think?"
Kasuki's eyebrows drooped. "That's a crime."
"Not at all!" Nakamaru tower over Kasuki and roared. "This is valid business. The people who shows their weakness are at fault!"
Kasuki's sweatdrops. "Weakness?"
Nakamaru rants on. "What grants us statues, fame and influence isn't our grades or intellegence!" He stretches out his hand and a white flame appears in his hand. "It's the number of times we can use our magic!" He looks down on Kasuki. "So, how many times can you use it?"
Averting his classmate's eyes for a moment Kasuki felt a sickening drop in his stomach.
"The number of times a normal person can use it is in the double digits. While the average in our school, Aoi Academy, the pride of the mage assembly is 8000!"
Kasuki's moods sinks further.
"And you?" Nakamaru stops to ask.
"Eight times." Kasuki answered in monotone.
"Eight times." Nakamaru repeat in Kasuski's face as the smaller boy back away from him. "Eight times, is it?" His glanced out of the corner of his eye. "For a fool like you, who can only use magic eight times, this is the only way you can have any fun as a student." Kasuki closed his eyes to shuts out Nakamaru's lecture. "Think about that well."
"Nakamaru!" A girl's voice struck from nowhere. Kasuki's eyes opens wide. Nakamaru was shocked as he turns to face...the red hair girl from the classroom float behind him.
"M..Matsuda!" Nakamaru stammers, as the red head glare down on him with fury written on her face.
"I have told you the act of using magic to substitute yourself in class and escaping to see girls is in violation of our class-B rules, article 3, Paragraph 7." In three grestures a thin rotating spiral appears from her pointer finger. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
Nakamaru shakes his fist defiantly at the witch girl. "Shut up! Matsuda!" He counters as Kasuki looks on with growing worry. "Since when did you became the law enforcer?" Suddenly he runs.
"The one who wrote them was you, right!" Screams the fed up red head as she aims for Nakamaru's backside and let loose several fast explosive fireballs. She then flies after the retreating peeker, leaving Kasuki holding his head between his knees in the dust.
Nakamaru screams as he ran. "I just have to go back to the classroom, right? Right?"
"What was that!" Matsuda screams.
Kasuki sat against the infirmary door and sighed over his classmates' antics. He then raise his hand in front of of his eyes and look at it with longing. "It must be nice...for those two." Then the door slide opens. Without support his fell back onto his elbows, which gave him an undeniable view of Kuriko's matching red panty and bra.
"Geez" Kuriko glares after the two 'fighting' mages. "More idiots from class 2-b again."
"Eer..."
Kuriko looks down with a expression of bored annoyance. "You are still here?" Which send the blushing teen packing.
"I-I'm Sorry!"
Frowning Kuriko follows the boy with her eyes.
"Hey! Matsuda! Stop it already!" Nakamaru shouts.
"Shut up!" Matsuda screechs. "Why do you always say that!" Then she start firing...in gatling mode.
"Oh No!"
The hallway explodes in clouds of shattered glass and flames as hapless students scream their terror.
Meanwhile a balding old man look on from his office, sadly to the carnage, as teachers shouts "Please quite down!" to their panicing students. A young short haired brunett stood behind him, silent.
"Is class 2-b at it again?" He asks. The woman yawned as the older man turned to look at her.
Covering her mouth with on dainty hand she replies. "Seems that way doesn't it?"
The old man turns to look at a roll of pictures on his office wall. "Even if their magic is strong and their spell points are incomparably high, they are still kids." He sat down on his desk at looked directly at the woman. "As the one responsible for them, please try and give them more guidance." He adjust the 'Principle' sign on his desk.
The woman yawns again behind her hand. "Okay." A tick mark appears on the principle's head.
He bits down and continues. "Repairing damaging destroyed classrooms is the teacher's responsibility."
The teacher sigh, "I understand. I'll have the students who damaged it work on it right away. Bye" and turns to leave.
"Hey, hold on for a minute here Iba-sensei! Wait!" Iba turned again.
The principle held out a letter that saids transfer notice on it. "There is a new student in your class."
Lunch time when student take a moment to relax and talk about things... In class 2-b Nakamaru snares as he eats his lunch with Kasuki and crew cut student. "Geez, why do I have to help repair the school building? I am the one who wrote the magic rules!" Kasuki focuses on his drink as Nakamaru rants on. "Additionally, at this rate Kuriko Kazetsubaki would have been my woman!"
Kasuki chips in. "In any case, I am glad." ' I didn't need to fix a damn thing.'
"You have simple tastes, don't you?" Nakamaru looks at Kasuki. "Don't you have anything to look forwards to?"
"Oh ho!" Matsuda appears behind Nakamaru. "Is it your goal to become a pervert?" Sweat pours down Nakamaru's face.
"Ah! Matasuda!"
"That's my goal." The crew cut boy looks out the window. A blue haired girl in traditional gi and sheathed katana passes by. "First year's Kamishiro Rin. I think she is very beautiful." He saids with an artful air.
"Hoo?" Kashki looks down through the window as well. "There are a lots of cute girls at our school."
The crew cut boy replies. "This doesn't concern you, Shikimori." Kasuki looks at him in anger.
Nakamaru adds on. "Uki! That's too much for poor him. Even though he can only use magic eight times in his life, he is a man." An iron pan fell on Kasuki's head. "Just let him dream about a girl."
Turns her head. "Humph! He probably wouldn't have to guts to do anything even then." A nude statue falls into the pan. "Although I was surprised when I heard that Nakamaru never got Kasuki to do his homework..."
Uki smiles. "Like his magic, his grades are sub-standard as well. One would think he shohuld put more time into studying. Nakamaru here wouldn't even get a passing grade even if he gets Shikimori to do his home work." A giant book falls into the pan. With his tiny frame creaking under the weight, Kasuki attempts to finish his drink, and fail.
"Once the afternoon magic examination is over, he will have to face reality whether he wants to or not." Matasuda chimes as the lid fell on top of the iron pan.
"I have never done anything Nakamaru told me to do," A trace of steel appears in Kasuki's whispering even as he gets off the ground. "And I am sure that's the reason I am still alive today." He gets up to leave.
"Oi! Where are you going?" Nakamaru looks at Kasuki.
"Is there a magic examination?" Kasuki dead pans.
Nakamaru brightens. "Yes, it's a chance to know how much magical ability lies within you!" He went on as Kasuki went pass his back. "I look forward to it." He turn to Kasuki. "So, where are you going?"
"Home."
"Shikimori, I think it is better if you just accepts it." Uki calls out.
Nakamaru continues it. "You might get into situations where you have to use magic!" The classroom door slides open and Kasuki exits. "You can only use it eight times, after all!"
And for the finisher Matasuda adds. "If you use it eight times you will be turned into dust." Kasuki groaned.
"You don't want do die young do you?" They said in unison.
A young girl with short brown hair sees Kasuki walking down the hallway. "Ah! Kasuki...kun..." Kasuki silently walks pass her.
Some where in the school in an empty dark biology classroom. "No Way..." Rin is holding her cell phone to her ear.
"Everything is for the Kamishiro family." A deep voice replies. "You must fullfill your destiny."
"Why do I have to?" Rin askes in her quiet even voice as she frowned.
"The decision is final!" The voice reprimed. "Because of its great urgency we are informing you by phone, even though we are certain the line is bugged. Do you understand, Rin?" The girl tightens her grips on her katana.
High on the top of the school tower. In the student president's office, a similar call was made.
"Kuriko-sama, there is a phone call for you."
"Oh? It's rare to receive a phone call these days."
Over the phone. "Yes. This is more secure than conversing by magic or via the cell phone."
"Hey? Did something happened?" Kuriko asked.
"Yes! Acturally..." The call continues.
"What! Kamishiro has...?"
In the bio lab Rin draws her sword and inspects it's edge. "Shikimori..."
In her office, Kuriko looks into the second year's student roster thoughtfully. "Kasuki, huh?"