Academy Naruto Romane & Geschichten

Why am I thinking about that now? We’ve got a joint sparring session with Level B today. In preparation for a progress showcase. It’s part drill, part exam: we demonstrate how far we’ve come since enrollment. The students who improve get pulled for outside expeditions and opportunities; the ones who don’t get worked until they break. Fail to progress during that training and you’re demoted or expelled. It’s the cruellest gatekeeper the Academy has, and everyone’s on edge. People scheme. Some will happily step on another to climb higher. So yeah, I need to watch my back. I need to do well. This matters for my certificate.

Some assholes even said shitty things about me during their mindlink, and it not only made things worse that the professor in charge, Master Damian, also hates me because I'm omega and only gave me two trial attempts, which I flopped, so I had to sit down the rest of the class and watch the other students put up a show of more than twenty rounds. Why the hell am I here again? I walk out of the study rooms and descend the spiral stairs and out of the Great Hall. I move around the school with nowhere in mind. The moment I reach the center of the school, my eyes widen in awe. The large courtyard in the center of the academy is surrounded by a high metal cage; large benches ring the inside of th

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

Samuel never lets his talent go to waste, and his mind shockingly passed the entry trials for the prestigious AC University computing branch. AC is the top academy on the globe for electronic chips and digital processing networks. The systems developed there run every single modern pack station in the world. Compared to her brother, Simona does not have any crazy talents. She is just a normal, sweet little cub who loves to cuddle and play in the dirt. The moment Simona sees Samuel’s boots step onto the rug, she runs toward his chest with a happy squeal. “Brother!”

I swallowed hard and dragged my gaze away from the open training field ahead. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t rebuilt. I wasn’t anything yet. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. “Let’s just… go to check-in.” Naomi nodded and guided me toward the courtyard. Naomi nudged me gently. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a school before.” “I haven’t,” I admitted, voice small. “Not like this.” “Well,” she said, flipping her curls, “welcome to the Northern Moonlight Academy. Home of egos, drama, and the best academic program on this side of the continent.”

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

And in Utah, at Storm Academy, Celeste Valentina Morau—born 2011, ancient wizard bloodline finally awakened in fire and storm—had already signed off on the boy who wrote he had nothing to lose. Because sometimes the ones who expected death were the only ones strong enough to carry new life. Or so the legends went. Nico didn’t know any of that. He just knew the bell would ring soon. And when it did, he’d walk back to the dorm with Kai still chattering, Jax smirking, Theo watching quietly. He’d lie on his bunk and stare at the ceiling. And wait for whatever came next. Because that was all he’d ever done. Wait.

Even children learned to recognize it from history books and whispered adult conversations. Noctis Academy. The name alone was enough to make powerful nobles straighten their backs. It was the most prestigious supernatural academy in existence, a place where only the most gifted elites were admitted. Future rulers studied there. Monster prodigies trained there. The strongest supernatural bloodlines in the world gathered there. It was a place revered by many and feared by even more. It was also the one place I had spent years praying to avoid. Aunt Mira studied my face before speaking. “You don’t have to accept it,” she said softly, though both of us knew life was rarely that simple. I stared