Night at the Dongyun Academy In the corridor of the old building on the third floor of the Magic Department, Mitsudo Kanjin stood by the window and watched the brightly lit training ground of the Archery Department on the other side of the school. The sound of arrows was like rain, rhythmic and sharp, like a military drill.
"They're making their move," he whispered, his right hand tightening around the handle of the whip.
"Yes," a girl in a Magic Department uniform replied quietly behind him. "The Archery Department has cut off all our logistical resources, and the school has temporarily frozen the Magic Department's budget. The information confirms that... Houdo Sayaka has been forced to take the lead."
Mitsudo Kanjin's lips curled into a cold smile. "What a pity. She's quite attractive. I thought she'd be at Cang's side."
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced towards the hospital room at the end of the corridor. Ye Jian Cang was still resting peacefully.
The fight against Tenmoto Kyoichi of the Swords Department had been a victory for him. However, he had been infected by the Mind Sword: Breaking the Illusion technique, which had disrupted the flow of his magic and left him unable to activate Instant Kill groups for a while.
"He's still playing with his life..." Mitsudo Kanjin looked at the scattered cards by the bedside. They were all discarded sketches, but each one was marked with dense magical symbols. He knew that Ye Jian Cang was trying to develop a new card system - a new type of illusion magic with a 'psychological countermeasure' mechanism.
Meanwhile, in the Archery Department's conference room, the atmosphere was tense, like a bowstring about to snap.
Minister Saiga Chikubu, dressed in a black battle suit and feathered cloak, stood in front of the target, staring coldly down at Houdo Sayaka, who was kneeling below.
"You overstepped."
"I just wanted to see if he was really worth it..." "You're just too weak."
Saiga Chikubu's longbow pointed to the ground, her eyes sharp as a hawk. "He defeated Kazekiri Rin, Bai Chuan, Gouzenji Retsu and even Tenmoto Kyoichi... but that doesn't mean he can change the order of the Dongyun Academy."
Sayaka lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling.
"You still have a chance." The minister turned and gave a cold, merciless order. "Use your arrow to knock the Magic Department off its pedestal."
Sayaka tightened her grip on her longbow, her knuckles turning white.
However, just as the entire Academy was focused on the impending clash between the Magic and Archery Departments, a mysterious piece of information was secretly delivered into Ye Jian Cang's hands.
"The Spear Department has secretly recalled all of its dispatched members."
"Their 'Tactical Commander' will be returning, code name: 'Breaking the Sky'."
Ye Jian Cang furrowed his brow after reading the message. Mitsudo Kanjin also entered and sat down next to the bed.
"The Javelin Department, huh... so they've finally made their move," Ye Jian Cang said calmly.
"They never act without a purpose," Ye Jian Cang looked out of the window. "If they're making a move... it means this battle of the departments is no longer a 'game'."
"It's a hunt."
Late at night.
Outside the old building of the Magic Department, Houdo Sayaka knocked lightly on the door.
Ye Jian Cang, wearing a windbreaker, stood inside, his expression calm.
"Why are you here today?" he asked.
Sayaka looked up, tears and light in her eyes. "I am neither an opponent nor a member."
Her voice trembled. "I am... someone who wants to save you."
The night was like an arrow, and her intentions burned like a flame.
The lights were dim in the Magic Department's training room. Unfinished battle plans were posted on the walls, and scattered tactical maps and schedules lay on the desk. Mitsudo Kanjin sat in the position closest to the window, stirring a cup of energy drink with three times the normal caffeine content, his expression unusually serious.
Kazekiri Rin, Gouzenji Retsu, Bai Chuan, Houdo Sayaka... The Magic Department had already gone head-to-head with all the major departments. Each time they had won.
But that also meant that the real storm was approaching.
"We're being targeted," he muttered to himself.
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open.
A boy in the uniform of the Dongyun Academy entered, a long grey cloak draped over his shoulders. His silver-white hair fell to his shoulders, and his pupils emitted an unusual pale purple glow. He scanned the room quietly, then bowed slightly.
"A new member?" Mitsudo raised an eyebrow and rose to his feet.
"Who are you?" One of the members asked cautiously.
"bai lan," the boy's voice was deep but clear, "I just transferred today."
Mitsudo looked at him without speaking, then raised his hand to signal the others to leave. When the training room was empty, Mitsudo walked slowly towards White Blue, his eyes showing a hint of the hunter's alertness and interest.
"I've looked at your data," Mitsudo said, "Illusion-type magic. You once confused an entire tactical team and were expelled from your original school."
Bai lan didn't deny it, he just raised his wand carefully. The wand was made of two parts - one pitch black, the other silver-white, the tip flickering with a faint light.
"That was just a test," Bai lan said quietly, "I'm more curious about... how open you are to illusions here."
"This is the Magic Department," Mitsudo smiled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "But don't get me wrong - this is not your sanctuary. You don't have to 'earn trust'. You just have to prove that you're worth staying."
Bai lan didn't speak, just nodded slightly. Suddenly, Mitsudo's vision flickered - Bai lan figure split into three!
"Illusionary doubles?" Mitsudo raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening. "Not bad."
Snap!
There was a slight sound, and a silver magic seal appeared beneath Mitsudo's feet. When he looked down, the illusion disappeared and Bai lan was back in its original position.
"Only three seconds," Mitsudo commented, "If he were an enemy, he'd be dead by now."
"Perhaps,"Bai lan replied coldly, "but if the enemy only sees what you want him to see, whether he lives or dies... that's up to you."
Mitsudo stared at him for a long time before laughing softly and patting him on the shoulder.
"Welcome to the Magic Department, Bai lan," he whispered, "I look forward to your performance on the real battlefield."
Bai lan didn't answer. Instead, he looked up at the window - there, in the night sky, was the Dragon's Tooth Arena, where countless fates would intertwine.
And he knew - from that moment on, his battle would begin.
迷雾中的新人
东云学园的夜,月光冷得像箭头上的寒芒.
魔术部旧楼三层的走廊上,御堂狩真正站在窗边,注视着校舍另一侧灯火通明的弓箭部训练场.那里箭声如雨,节奏分明,如同军队操演.
"他们要动手了."他低声道,右手握紧了鞭柄.
"是的."一名身穿魔术部制服的少女在他身后低声应和,"弓箭部已断绝我们所有后勤资源,校方临时冻结魔术部预算.情报确认,凰堂纱夜...被迫担任先锋."
御堂狩真的嘴角微勾,露出冷冽笑意:"可惜了,她长得不错,我还以为会站在苍那边."
话音刚落,他回头望了一眼走廊尽头的病房.夜见苍,仍在静养中.
那一战,对上剑术部的天道京一,他虽胜,却也被"心剑·破幻"侵蚀精神,体内魔术流转失衡,短时间内无法再启动"瞬杀"类卡组.
"他还在赌命..."御堂狩真看了一眼床边散落的卡片.全是废弃草图,但每一张都标记着密密麻麻的魔术符号.他知道,那是夜见苍在尝试开发新的卡组体系——带有"心理反制"机制的新型幻术流.
**
与此同时,弓箭部议事厅中,气氛如同拉满弓弦.
部长斋贺千羽身穿黑色战斗装,披着羽纹斗篷,站在箭靶前,冷眼望着跪坐下方的凰堂纱夜.
"你越界了."
"...我只是想确认,他是不是真的值得——"
"你只是太软弱."斋贺千羽手中长弓指地,眼神如鹰隼般锐利:"他打赢了风切凌,白川,豪战寺烈,甚至是天道京一...但那不代表他能改变东云学园的秩序."
纱夜低下头,眼睫颤抖.
"你还有一次机会."部长转过身,留下一道冷冰冰的命令:"以你的箭,亲手将魔术部拉下神坛."
纱夜握紧手中的长弓,指节泛白.
**
然而,正当整个学园的目光聚焦在魔术部与弓箭部即将爆发的冲突时,一则神秘情报被偷偷送入夜见苍手中.
——"标枪部已秘密召回所有外派部员."
——"他们的'战术主将'将归位,代号:断空."
夜见苍看完纸条,眉头紧蹙.御堂狩真也走了进来,坐在病床前.
"标枪部吗...终于也来了."御堂淡淡开口.
"他们从不无的放矢."夜见苍望向窗外,"如果他们要出手...就代表,这场社团争霸战,已经不是'游戏'."
"而是狩猎."
**
深夜.
魔术部旧楼门前,凰堂纱夜轻声叩响了门.
夜见苍披着风衣,站在门内,神色平静.
"你今天,是以什么身份来的?"他问.
纱夜抬头,眼中有泪,也有光:"不是对手,也不是社员."
她声音颤抖:"我是...想救你的人."
夜色如箭,心意如焰.
魔术部的训练室内灯光幽暗,墙上贴着未干的作战草图,桌上散乱地放着战术卡牌与作战日程.御堂狩真坐在最靠窗的位置,手中搅动着一杯加了三倍咖啡因的能量饮料,神色前所未有的凝重.
风切凌,豪战寺烈,白川,凰堂纱夜...魔术部已经与各大社团正面交锋过.每一次,他们都胜出.
可那也意味着,距离真正的风暴——越来越近了.
"我们被盯上了."他低声自语.
正当此时,门被轻轻推开.
一个身穿东云学园制服但外披长灰色斗篷的少年走了进来,银白色的头发垂在肩侧,瞳孔呈现出极不寻常的淡紫色光泽.他静静地扫视房内众人,微微鞠了一躬.
"新成员?"御堂挑眉,起身.
"你是谁?"有成员警惕地问道.
"白藍,"少年声音低沉却清晰,"今天刚转入."
御堂看着他,没有说话,而是抬手让其他人退下.直到训练室只剩两人,御堂才缓缓走到白藍面前,眼中浮现出一丝狩猎者的警觉与兴趣.
"我调查过你的数据."御堂说道,"障眼法系.曾一人迷惑一整个战术班,被逐出原校."
白藍没有否认,只是轻轻地扬起手中的魔术棒.那根魔术棒由漆黑与银白两节组成,棒尖闪烁着模糊的光芒.
"那只是实验用的测试.我更想知道...你们这里,对幻术的接受度."
"这里是魔术部."御堂笑了,带着一丝危险,"但别搞错了,这里不是你的避难所.你不需要'获得信任',你只需要,证明你值不值得留下来."
白藍没有说话,只是微微点头.突然之间,御堂的视野一晃——白藍的身影居然瞬间变成了三道!
"分身幻觉?"御堂眉头一挑,笑意更深,"不坏."
啪!
一声轻响,御堂脚下出现了一枚银色魔术印记.他低头时,幻象瞬间消失,白藍已经站回原位.
"只用三秒."御堂点评道,"如果是敌人,已经死了."
"也许."白藍声音冷淡,"但敌人若看见的只是你想他看见的东西,是否死活...就变成你说了算了."
御堂盯着他看了好一会儿,然后轻笑着拍了拍他的肩.
"欢迎加入魔术部,白藍."他低声道,"我很期待你在真正战场上的表现."
白藍没有回答,只是抬起头望向窗外——那里,是夜色中的龙牙场,也是未来无数命运交织之地.
而他知道——属于他的战斗,也将从此刻开始.