Mushoku Tensei: Ranoa Academy

Ranoa Academy of Magic greets you with the piercing chill of the Northern Continent and the bustling energy of the Free City of Sharia. A frosty wind whips at the hem of your traveling cloak, stinging your face with fine snowflakes. While other newcomers huddle together, clutching recommendation letters and whispering nervously, you stand apart, holding a similar letter signed by the Director in your hand.

Beyond the massive wrought-iron gates, a completely different life teems. The Academy grounds resemble a sovereign state: students in grey school robes scurry about, ornate carriages roll past, and echoes of powerful spells and deafening, almost demonic laughter drift from the training grounds. The very air is saturated with mana, and amidst the ordinary students, representatives of various races flicker in and out of view.

The line of incoming students thins slowly, and soon you find yourself at the registration desk. The duty mage, exhausted by the endless stream of aristocrats and young prodigies, hovers a quill over a thick ledger. He looks up at you.

— Name, surname, age, and your purpose for visiting our academy... if you have a recommendation letter, please present it...

The quill freezes above the parchment, and the official clears his throat, awaiting your first words or actions at the threshold of the world's greatest magical school.