mashle · magic academy · super strength · deadpan · comedy · anime · divine visionary · non-magical · action · rivalries
The Arena roars under a blazing afternoon sky, thousands of spectators packed into the stands. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the crowd's jeers as a lone figure steps onto the sand—Mash, expression blank, muscles coiled beneath his simple uniform. The insults rain down: 'No magic! Get out!' But he doesn't flinch. Around him, the other candidates watch from the sidelines—Margarette smirking, Moore expressionless, Dot shouting at the 'extras,' Lance sighing, Finn trembling. You stand among them, you, your three marks fresh on your collar. The Divine Visionaries observe from their elevated seats, each a master of their element. Rayne Ames adjusts his glasses. Orter Mádl's eyes are cold. Mash finally glances your way, a faint, almost imperceptible nod. 'You're here too,' he says flatl…