Sol woke up from a good night's sleep, Washed up and headed towards kitchen. Both of his mates were still sleeping, So he started making breakfast for them.
After making the breakfast he saw Len getting out of his room and went doing the laundry.
Yesterday Lance had no time to clean up, So Len suggested to let him do the cleaning from tomorrow onwards in the morning.
After everyone had breakfast, All got in their uniforms and set out for classes.
After parting ways with both of his mates he went in his classroom and sat in yesterdays seat.
Pretty much everyone had formed groups among them whether it be haughty nobles or commoner's, In this world their is disputes among Nobles and commoner's, But they do not have factions, Cause in a sense both can't exist without other, despite Nobles hating commoner's, they also need them for various labor work and menial job's. Infact the community who had the most jobs were the commoner's, so upsetting them would lead to various strikes and can even gain the attention of the church and Royals.
After waiting a couple of minutes the main cohort walked in, The prideful but respecting Lex, The gentle and caring Vivi, The jealous but upright Lily, The haughty but sensitive Phoebe and The man himself Nolan.
As they were chatting Phoebe suddenly looked at Sol, And then whispered something to them.
After that everyone walked towards me and Phoebe with a slight smile on her face said
"Hello! Solace, I thought you were quite alone, So why not join us "
After that Vivi Immediately jumped forward and said with a worried expression
"Hey, I saw yesterday how you got forced to fight by-" She narrowed her eyes and glanced at Phoebe and continued " If she is threatening you for something tell me, I will take care of her"
"Hey!! I didn't force him!! Who do you think I am" Phoebe said with a gasp.
With them in their arguing and Lex chatting with lily, Nolan slowly approached Sol.
"Hey I'm Nolan"
"Solace"
"Actually, We had plans to go to the mall in academy and just explore in the evening but Phoebe suggested to invite you, And with seeing you sitting alone, Would you like to join us?" Nolan said
Sol wondered for a bit and then nodded. 'I mean I have to get involved at some point. why not now'
"Sweet, Then I'll add you to our group" Nolan said with smile on his face
With that everyone sat down and the homeroom started
"Today, I'll take the basics of the Threads" Mrs. Mel said with a strict voice.
As Sol already knew all the thing she said he didn't pay much attention.
The Threads were the ethereal threads connected to ones soul That grant them control over the supernatural powers of the thread depending on your affinity. If the affinity of your thread is only Layer 3 you cannot advance further than layer 3. And after every advancement the knowledge of the powers and abilities of the Layer automatically reveals in your mind.
As A person has maximum 3 Threads connected to them, The highest layer you can unlock of any of the three threads you have, Becomes your Potential rank. Their are total 7 Potential Rank from F to S. Similarly their are 7 layers to a thread.
To advance in a layer you need to train your body and The powers you have, Only when your body is able to accommodate power of the next layer would you be able to advance.
If you have a low layer thread and a high layer thread, The power of the low level thread will rise in potency as you advance.
And to use that power, you have Essence, every ability you use costs you essence.
Threads are also Divided based on
1)Elemental & Material- eg. Frost, Earth
2)Motion & Force- eg. Sound, Kinetic
3)Perception & Light- eg. shadow, light, eclipse, Eye
4)Emotional & Social- eg. Hope, wrath
5)Conceptual- eg. Time, singularity
6)Cerebral & Communication- eg. whispers
7)Mystic & Spiritual- eg. Life, death, heal
8)Beast & Nature- eg. Phoenix, roots
9)Celestial & Aberrant- eg. Sun, Moon
After the lecture, There was a break of 15 min before the Weapons and Combat lecture.
Just then, Phoebe came to me excited.
"Hey Solace-" As phoebe was taking, Sol interrupted her and said
"Sol, Just Sol would do"
Then she smiled a little and said
"So 'Sol', Are you coming with us in the evening"
"Yes, I got nothing else to do after our training" Sol said
"Sweet" She replied.
As the Academy was more focused on advancement, It was more focused on threads
Various different professor's would take the subject related to their own affinity.
Such as Lectures on Elemental and material threads, Lectures on conceptual etc.
And all lectures are compulsory even if you don't have related thread.
Today was lecture on Elemental and Material.
After a bit of talking Phoebe and Sol went for next Practical lecture.
The professor was old, With drooped eyes he said in a curt voice.
"Hello, I am Professor Damein and I will be teaching you how to use you Elemental, Material as well as conceptual Threads"
Despite his old age he looked quite strong, Well he needs to be he was the first major antagonist.
In the novel he was in affiliation with the church and recruited some students who looked promising And that's when Nolan caught his attention who had both hope and shield upto layer 6, But when the church realized he was the son of Sara leodra they immediately told Damein to capture him.
Actually Mother's of Both Nolan and Phoebe were first captured for brainwashing and the reason was simple They both had 'Thread of Key', A thread that can unlock anything from simple locks to sealed gods, And that's what church was after, to unseal Netharis.
After giving introduction to Each thread type, He asked us form pairs and spar with our Threads.
Phoebe Immediately came running to me to form pair.
'Actually this is a good I was actually on the breakthrough to rank F. I just need a push'
Unlike last sparing session, This time room was open arena.
After taking stance against Phoebe, Sol heard Phoebe's voice
"Lets use One thread, I am using Frost, What about you?"
"I'll go with chain's" Sol decided as that was the only thread that had offensive ability.
Solace moved first—chains slithered from the ground, darting like striking vipers. Phoebe swept her arm outward; icicles formed midair, shooting to intercept. Crystal clashed with iron, fragments flying. Solace lunged through the debris, fist aimed for her jaw.
Phoebe ducked low. His punch grazed her hair as she drove her knee up—Sol twisted, blocking with his forearm, grunting as her strike numbed his bone with cold.
"Fast," he muttered.
He kicked off, sweeping low. She hopped back, toes barely scraping the stone as she flicked her wrist, sending shards of ice toward his exposed side. Solace slapped the floor mid-roll—chains shot up, forming a crude shield. The icicles shattered against it, and he burst forward, closing the gap again.
Now it was hand to hand.
Sol's jab came fast, then a hook—both blocked, Phoebe's arms moving with sharp, economical precision. She countered with a palm strike to his ribs, frost crackling along her skin. He staggered, but twisted into a spinning backfist, barely brushing her cheek.
They broke apart.
Chains lashed at her feet, trying to trip. Phoebe sidestepped, grabbing the nearest chain and yanking it, pulling Sol off balance. She pivoted, driving her elbow toward his sternum. He caught her arm, twisting it, trying to lock her shoulder. But ice crusted over her forearm, forcing him to let go with a hiss.
She spun, low kick aimed at his knee. He blocked with shin-to-shin, then shoved her back with both hands.
Sol suddenly surged, chains wrapping around her ankle and wrist. He yanked, pulling her off-balance, his other fist cocked back. Phoebe let herself fall with the momentum, twisting in the air—her heel snapped upward, smashing under his chin. Sol reeled, grip loosening. She landed, breath ragged but sharp, and conjured a single, jagged icicle in her hand like a dagger.
Sol wiped blood from his lip, smirking. He dashed forward again, this time swinging wide, chains flaring behind him. Phoebe blocked with her icy blade, their arms locking. Sol kneed toward her gut—she caught it with her thigh, hissing at the impact—and pushed back.
Solace's essence was running out and was on his last leg.
With a sudden burst, she shattered her icicle, frost exploding into a storm of shards. Sol winced, blinded for a heartbeat. Phoebe seized the chance, driving her shoulder into his chest, then sweeping his legs with hers.
He hit the ground, chains scrambling to rise—but she was already above him, hand poised, icicle tip at his throat.
"Okay You win" Sol said gulping
His chains rattled softly as they vanished back into the floor.
She also took back the icicles and said with a smirk "Got flattened again?"
Just as he was going to answer, He felt a pleasant sensation wash over him,
His essence rushed back in and suddenly, information revealed in his head.
He had broken through and now was F rank.