Technology is catching up in strides to magic and changed the concept of 'doing magic'.

FULL SUMMARY:

However this ability is solely linked to your genes, in a sense, you have to be 'made' to battle.

Following the Third World War, a devastating battle taken to the next level by technology to result in violent bloodshed, the world's superpowers shifted to these four nations: The United States of North America (USNA), New Soviet Union, the Great Asian Alliance, and Japan. In Japan, the magic community is informally overseen by the ten Master Clans in place of the government. The military and government know it's being influenced by the world of magic in more ways than one. Always being asked to hand over rights to take arms to these magicians.

Now the military and government have had enough of being pushed around by these clans- always being 'advised' to perform advances without the official approval- they are ending this irritating feud.

A simple challenge should end this all.

Meet Leichte Jeger, a sixteen-year-old high school girl. Meet Leichte Jeger, a complete enigma to the rest of the humanity. Meet Leichte Jaeger, a student who gives hundred percent to live only to have an unlucky star shine above her in return.

Now put this unsolvable puzzle into a magical high school.

What do you get?

Mizuki Shibata, a timid girl, looked around nervously fiddling with her miss fit glasses. Her unusual molten gold eyes stared at the ground, which strangely enough was more interesting, than the large monumental building behind her. The atmosphere oozed prestige and confidence as the senior class members filed in systematically chatting happily between each other in their own groups. She waited patiently and vigilantly looked around for the familiar solemn girl with dark grey short cut hair with a large bundle of longer hair on either side. Not feeling defeated as time took its turns she saw a rare sight which perked her interest. Something strange. Something unique. Something unworldly.

Good or bad? She does not know but now all she could be was stare in awe as a female figure walked in with unmatched elegance. The rest of the student body too turned around having sensed her untameable aura, paused to take in the breath-taking sight.

The girl was tall with a lithe stature. Her eyes scanned the area with a cold calculating gaze, pausing momentarily at potential hazards, but never the lost the underlying sense of pride she held. Hair, white as soft snow falling on a tranquil winter day, was spun by a deceiving spider fell down in uneven spikes resting neatly, yet this look deceived many to think she was a young man. Her lips in a straight line was emotionless but a flicker of amusement in her eyes surprised Mizuki, to no ends. Walking at a strict leisurely pace her uniform, being that for the male population of the school did not help create the female image, curved around her body in comfort as something unholy stood out like a sore-thumb to Mizuki. On the mystery girls shoulder was a bare grey octagon crushing all respect the rest of the student body had for her. Everyone carried on. Mizuki just stared at her. She walked to her.

Nearly hyper-ventilating, Mizuki felt her heart beat to an erratic pace. The girl stood in front of her as Mizuki felt like it was judgement day making her step back and look at the floor in the submission of the hard stare she was receiving.

"Listen, Miss?" A polite calm voice laced with a german accent spoke, purposely soft and slowly spoken to not scare the timid animal Mizuki was, making Mizuki look up in interest completely forgetting how scared her eyes reflected her to be.

"Sorry in adfance too use up sie time, but please can sie pointen me in zee direction off zee principle's office?" Mizuki herself stammered in embarrassment only to look around to set her bearings. She was polite and reserved, having noticed Mizuki's shy personality, she kept her calculating stare to a minimum. Thankfully, Mizuki knew exactly where the office was.

Starting to walk away to begin her journey, Mizuki stopped her with a stuttering 'one minute!', swiftly turning to Mizuki giving her full attention Mizuki could only look away with agitation.

"I wo-would advice yo-you to enter fr-from the back. Be-because the entrance ha-hall is crowded..." Feeling the same cautious eyes scan her body to indicate hidden intention only to be at ease.

"Das concern, ich am zankful for. Ich will take zee back entrance, zanks for the advice. Please may ich have sie name?" Mizuki felt a smile touch her lips as her familiar jubilant self took a risky step to speak.

"My na-name is Mi-Mizuki Shibata. What's is yours?" Mizuki knew that this was a risk to be so friendly, but when a spark of amusement once again flashed in her dark eyes Mizuki knew she did no wrong.

"Meine given name ist Leichte Jager. Ich will bee off zen." The foreign girl replied sincerely with a nod and left with the same aura of professionalism. Her strides even and her head held high marked the day Leichte Jager entered Magic High-School. Equipped with all the knowledge and experience she plans on shaking the Magical community, with a major earthquake.

~X~A~X~

"That's not fair brother!" A high pitched voice exclaimed, clearly not happy about previous developments in her brother's life, the duo looked similar, if you mean the bright crystalline sapphire eyes. The boy was tall and slightly bulky to represent his unwavering strength, his face impassive as his eyes glittered in unexplainable emotion. His sister clearly shorter was a slender girl with a healthy complexion which captures one's eyes when among a million. Her slim body once holding a unwavering composure broke without a second thought.

"You got the highest marks in the whole year!" She countered without a second thought, the root of her confidence being solely her brother.

"Miyuki." The brother ended her rant with firm eyes which made her look away in shame," I scored the highest in conjunction with someone else." He spoke softly not wanting to break out his emotionless façade.

"Plus, eighty percent of the test were on practical skills, scoring highest in the writing test means nothing in this school." The male contradicted trying to calm the hot-tempered girl.

"Excuse me, sorry too interrupt sie." A strong feminine voice broke the raising tension between the duo. Turning to face the newcomer the two could only stare in surprise at her attire, the brother being less facial about his shock. She wore the a uniform similar to the male uniform only the colour palette of white, black and red. Her suit was a tailored English Cut, the blazer itself was black lined with red and white on the edges, with: little to no padding showing off the nice curve of her neck, thin lapels with a notches, firmly fitting around her waist with tapered sides, dual vents on the lower back of her blazer, her cuffs had three white buttons with an angle cut and her collar had two metallic eyelets connecting the two spread out flaps. Underneath her blazer was a simple dark wine red coloured shirt with a black tie in a half-Windsor knot. Her whole ambience had the feel of maturity as her face was serious and stoic with a familiar flicker of amusement in her eyes, as she stared back at the two with calculating eyes.

"Excuse me?" She spoke again, hiding her annoyance skilfully, looking at the two for a few seconds individually.

"Yes?" The brother recovered first, swallowing his insecurity of not having sensed girl within two metres of them, he asked coldly without any expressions to scavenge.

"Ich vish too know vere the principle's office ist?" She repeated with a tone of urgency, after all she only had twenty minutes before the introductory speech, the brother replied as the sister inched closer to him possessively while noticing how the brother and Leichte where making strong eye contact.

"Enter through that door take a right then you will see a staircase. Walk up to the second top floor and if you walk along the corridor you will see a door labelled 'Principle's Office'." The brother concluded and got an understanding nod from the questioner as she took her leave.

"Wait, what is your name?" A deep chuckle through him off as the girl turned her head with a twitch of her lips her countered forcefully.

"It's unly fair ift ich geten sie name, don't sie thinken?" Her voice cold, colder than the tundra his sister could conjure, he felt chills going down his neck as he replied.

"My name is Tatsuya Shiba and this is my sister Miyuki Shiba. Now what is yours?" He asked with a touch of wary.

"Ich name ist Leichte Jager." She replied impassively giving Tatsuya a glimpse of her shoulder showing the identical bare grey octagon he wore. He was interested in this girl. He admits she put him on the edge. He will now have to perform a detailed background check on her. If that wasn't successful he would have to try and get her on his side.

Her figure out of their sight, Miyuki looked at her brother with hard eyes searching frantically on his face for any indication of betrayal. Tatsuya allowed himself to be searched but could only find his thoughts lingering on Leichte. The way she held herself was definably like a warrior with dignity and honour, one innocent such as Miyuki couldn't understand. But Tatsuya did.

"Miyuki, she was the one who scored highest along side me..." The sister once again fell pitifully into a state of bewilderment as she always thought her brother was the best but out there were more people like him.

"What are you thinking brother?" She asked cautiously dreading the reply.

"I'm going to investigate her if she is powerful we are going to have to make an alliance with her." He tied all the lose ends, not leaving any room for arguments.

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