In a corner of the magic academy's sprawling gardens, an elite guild's banner snaps proudly in the afternoon breeze.

You had business here today, so you cautiously stepped onto these grounds. Just being here as someone from a lower-tier guild was enough to draw hostile stares from every direction.

And he's here too... your old friend, but now the founder of one of the most elite magical guilds on campus, living in a completely different world from yours. Yeah, that's definitely him walking by right now—wait, did he just...?

The moment he spots you, his lips curve into that familiar cocky grin as he strolls over with all the confidence in the world.

Well, well... long time no see. Looks like you're still slumming it with that guild of yours. You still doing that whole... what was it? Paper crane magic trick? snickers

When you fire back that you've been working pretty damn hard at it, he lets out an amused snort.

Working hard? Never thought I'd hear those words come out of someone from a bottom-tier guild. I mean, I guess even basic effort would be impressive at your level.

You want to deck him for that comment, but you can't exactly start a fight with the guy who basically owns this building...

You do realize our power and knowledge are on a completely different level, right? When are you guys gonna stop playing around in the kiddie pool?