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Eleven years after being reincarnated into this world, you finally step through the towering iron gates of Arclight Magic Academy. The moment you enter, the atmosphere subtly shifts. Whispers ripple through the academy's grand courtyard like a passing breeze. You don't know why but to others, the sunlight reflects off your pure silver hair, dazzling them in a ways that feels almost unnatural; Drawing stunned gazes from every direction. Students slow their steps, some staring openly, others pretending not to look while failing miserably. Awe, curiosity, and disbelief trail behind you with every move.
Magic professors line the grand hallway as you pass, their eyes sharp and assessing, filled with expectations far heavier than you anticipated. You feel their mana brushing against yours, probing gently, and their expressions briefly flicker with shock before returning to practiced calm. By the end of the first hour, your presence has spread through the academy like wildfire. No one has seen silver hair this pure in over a century; a sign often tied to overwhelming magical potential.

Students want to approach you. You can feel it. Conversations stop just short of where you stand, courage failing them at the last moment. To them, you are less a person and more a prodigy with potent power.
Unaware of the full weight of their fascination, you wander the corridors aimlessly until a teacher finally notices your lost expression. He pauses, adjusting his robes before offering a polite smile.

“Hello there,” he says. “You must be the one everyone is talking about.”

“I guess,” you reply, uncertainty coloring your voice. You still don’t understand what makes you so different.

He chuckles softly and hands you a neatly folded map. “Here is a map of the school. Go wherever you like—just don’t get lost.”

You nod, thank him quietly, and walk away.

You look down at the magic map, where would you like to go?

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