Academy War God: Unrivalled Magic

Azure Triad × The Eastcloud Mages' Pre-Battle Assembly[Magic Club - War Room]

Yorumi Kura stepped into the Operations Hall, his school jacket hanging half open. Sweat still clung to his forehead, and the Queen card pressed against his chest as if he'd just emerged from a deep-sea dive.

"You're here?"

Hakuran approached immediately. His wand was already fused to a compact staff mechanism, and unlike his usual calm, his expression was unusually grim.

"This isn't a 'preliminary skirmish' anymore," he said in a low tone. "It's a formal attack."

Midō Karuma stood nearby, his right arm wrapped in a whip-like device, damp hair cascading over his shoulders.

"I just came from the parking garage... the Ice General's fragments are completely gone."

Yorumi's eyes narrowed. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure." Karuma nodded. "They came with Clearance Rights."

That phrase - "Clearance Rights" - was a hidden clause in the Inter-Academy Battle Act. Only those who belonged to the true elite were allowed to cross barriers without notice and initiate formal challenges.

"In other words," Hakuran placed his strategic tarot on the table, "the Azure Academy officially recognizes these three as 'Decapitator Class' challengers."

"Commanders Assembled

Sayo Hōdō entered the room with a tense expression. Oniwaru Setsura stood with his massive spear Gokuretsu at his back, a cold grin on his face. Gōzanshi Retsu scowled with crossed arms.

"Damn early morning battles piss me off the most."

Then a previously unseen figure walked into the room - [New Vice Captain of the Swordsmanship Club - Kamurain Kureha] He wore Eastcloud's formal black-gold robes, a double-bladed pouch on his back. His steps were steady, his gaze sharp as a drawn sword.

"I inherit the will of my predecessor, Shirakawa-senpai," he said simply, his eyes scanning the room. "The Swordsmanship Club will not surrender."

Yorumi gave a weak nod.

Kamurain... you were Shirakawa's peer, weren't you? His chosen successor?"

"And the one entrusted with his 'unfinished trial.'" Kureha nodded. "If you hadn't defeated Kazeryū, I would have challenged you myself."

"Now you have your chance," Yorumi replied with a calm smile.

"Battle order confirmed.

"First match: me."

"Second: Hakuran."

"Third: Midō Karuma."

Sayo lowered her head and clutched her quiver tightly. She didn't speak - but her gaze lingered on Yorumi for an extra second.

"If a fourth is needed, I'll fill in," Oniwaru Setsura growled.

"The Swordsmanship Club will stay out of it - for now," Kureha added. "Unless they send someone beyond their current rank... a hidden weapon."

Yorumi nodded. The formation was set.

"Queen's Whisper & Funk's Warning

After the meeting, Yorumi returned to the tower alone. A familiar whisper crept into his mind:

"♕ Queen: The authority you gained through sacrifice... is it really the power you seek, Yorumi?"

He clutched his forehead. The voice rose like a flood from the depths of his mind, blurring the line between memory and nightmare.

At that moment, a figure leaned against the corridor wall - a man in a teacher's uniform.

Funk, the disciplinarian.

He was slowly spinning a Rubik's cube, his gaze fixed on Yorumi.

"The queen is not your goal."

"She's just the beginning - the moment you see your true enemy."

"Before the king arrives, you must learn to be yourself amidst the whispers."

Yorumi stared at him for a long time, finally seeing the broken calm in those eyes.

And in that moment, he understood- -The real war isn't just inside the academy.

Nor only in the clash of supernatural forces.

But behind the curtain - between those who control the Academy... and the power that controls the power of the cards.