âYou know, if you donât practice more, youâll end up like âRuin Ardellâ.â
âDude, senior will hear you.â
âWho cares? Itâs the truth.â
ââŠâŠâ
âRuin Ardellâ
A name synonymous with a failed magician.
A testament to âfailureâ.
Those greenhorn underclassmen used the name behind my back to motivate others to study.
My damned name.
When this happened, I put my hand on their shoulders, smiled sincerely, and said this.
âHeâs right, you know. If you keep that up, youâll become like me.â
âS-Senior!â
âI-I apologize.â
I was kind of a âmaverick of the academyâ.
Well, currently I was a typical example of a âfailed magicianâ.
âS-Sir.â
âWhat is it?â
âCan I ask just one question?â
âWhat?â
âWhen you first entered the academy, did you really enter as the best of the class?â
Someone worthy enough to enter the academy as the best of the class.
At first, I was more talented than anyone.
At first, I was the most promising magician.
I was someone smart enough to memorise most of the magic theories in the world.
While reminiscing about my glory days, I said,
âYes. I was the bestâ.
* * *
Most people knew the feeling of reminiscing about a better past.
That included me, since I used to be pretty well off.
Entering the Academy at the age of 10, most people in my vicinity associated the name âRuin Ardellâ with âMagic Geniusâ.
The son of a no-name countryside noble.
A small dragon born in the wasteland known as the Ardell Territory, which couldnât produce a single magician, let alone a court magician.
Thatâs right.
The dragon was born from nothing.
At age 6, I felt mana for the first time.
At age 7, I succeeded in materialising that mana.
At age 9, I successfully initiated 1st-circle spells without any tutelage.
On the year of my 10th birthday, I entered the âIgnit Magic Academyâ, and was the best in the class, beating the children of many other prestigious families.
The Best.
I stood at the podium as the student representative, and many eyes stared at me with jealousy.
HoweverâŠ
âWow, youâre so gullible. Donât you know heâs actually âthatâ?â
âWhat?â
One summer night, the prestige of being the best disappeared like it was just a dream.
My level now wasnât the best, nor the second best.
âThat one with Evocation Inability Disorder.â
âEvocation inability?â
The worst.
A curse that magicians were too fearful to even say.
I was able to sense mana and materialise it.
But that was it.
My spells only floated around on my palm.
They couldnât move more than a meter from my body.
It was because I lacked the innate ability to release magic.
In medical terms, âMana Extension Inability Disorderâ.
âWell, thatâs that. An Ardell? It seemed weird he used to be the best when heâs from some no-name family.â
âYeah Ruin, who are you to be a âMagic Geniusâ? A family with no prestigious bloodline is bound to be like this.â
ââŠâŠâ
The fall from a âMagic Geniusâ to a âMagic Crippleâ didnât take long at all.
A minor countryside noble who had their glorious title as âBestâ disappear.
A magician who couldnât release magic. When hit with such a harsh reality, what do you think happened to that cursed boy?
Did he give up?
Did he run away?
No.
âWhy do you keep coming to class?â
âHe probably canât accept his inevitable failure.â
âEven that âthingâ can be tenacious.â
ââŠâŠâ
I never gave up.
It had already been 6 years since I was trapped in that dark cave of despair.
Even though my magic talent had stagnated ever since I turned 10, I was still attending the academy.
* * *
One of the underclassmen who was quietly listening to my story suddenly asked me a question.
âWhy?â
âHuh?â
âWhy do you still attend the academy? Evocation Inability Disorder. Itâs an innate problem that canât be fixed by effort alone. You yourself should know that this is futile, so why do you keep coming?â
The curious student seemed to be very serious in his question.
Well, why wouldnât they be?
A Legend of the Academy! (Not in a good way)The failure of a student who refuses to die, Ruin Ardell!Why is this damned upperclassman who canât even become a magician still in the academy!
It was understandable that they would ask why Iâm still living like this while paying that expensive school fee.
I looked at the underclassman straight on and said this,
âIt really piques curiosity, doesnât it? Why Iâm still not leaving the academy.â
The student, as if they were waiting for me, immediately nodded their head.
âYes!â
âAre you confident that, if I tell you, you can promise to never talk about me behind my back again?â
âOf course! Iâll even beat up anyone who dares to talk badly about you!â
âIs that so? Can I trust you?â
âYou can trust me.â
âThen Iâll tell you. The reason I havenât left the academy and am still attending it 6 years later isâŠâ
ââŠisâŠ?â
As they sat waiting seriously for the answer, I choked on my laugh and grinned at them.
ââŠis because the food at the cafeteria is too good.â
ââŠWhat?â
âIâm dead serious. You know the chicken soup they serve on Friday morning? Itâs almost a specialty of the academy. Soups from other restaurants are like water now that Iâm used to this beautyâŠâ
âHuh? What the hell is that?!â
âHA!â
I couldnât hold back my laugh after seeing them complaining.
As always, talking with people was great.
âItâs a joke, just a joke.â
âObviously itâs a joke!â
The underclassman was pouting, so I patted them on the back.
âYou asked before, right? Why Iâm not giving up, even though itâs hopeless.â
âEh? Ah, yes.â
âIâll answer your question. Before that, Iâll give you a bit of advice as your senior.â
A bitter chuckle escaped me at the notion of âseniorâ.
But I told him my advice, a light smile on my face.
âNever give up.â
Thatâs it.
âIf you do this, whatever you thought impossible will become possible. Miracles only come to those who endure it to the end.â
Do not ever give up.
Even when trapped in that gloomy, pitch-black darkness, one would find a path to freedom.
The ones who found those paths were those that never gave up.
This I knew.
I had personally experienced this, even with the death sentence to magicians known as âMana Extension Inability Disorderâ.