Yo-kai Academy の小説・ストーリー

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.”

"At the gathering. Yes, I know you warned me this might happen. No, I'm not ready to discuss it yet. But you were right. The signs are becoming impossible to ignore." I creep out of my room and position myself at the top of the stairs where I can hear better. Margaret is in her bedroom now, and her voice is getting more strained. "The girl needs training. She needs guidance. She needs people who understand what she actually is, because I clearly don't. You said the academy could help. You said they specialized in situations like this." My stomach drops. Academy. Training. Understanding what I am. "I know they were supposed to wait. I know the plan was to give her a normal life for as long as

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

Several buildings that needed repair but had good bones. "This is perfect," I said. "What will you call it?" Keith asked. "The Ayda Memorial Academy," I said. "In honour of our mother." Keith's expression shifted. Something painful crossed his face. "She would have liked that." We walked through the buildings. I made notes. "This will be a place where any wolf can learn," I said. "Regardless of rank. We'll teach combat, magic, leadership, and healing." "And who will teach them?" Keith asked.

As agreed yesterday, me and Aiden went to his academy so I can register. And as expected, his school is not like any other school. It's the school for elite. The Golden Academy. As far as I know they are very much strict with the students they allow to enter. I haven't even passed my credentials yet but they've already accepted me. It's suspicious why such a prestigious academy would allow a girl with no background, but I can only speculate that Hayden has something to do with it.

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

Satisfied that her task is done, the figure retreats through the window, disappearing into the night with silent grace, leaving behind a room steeped in tranquility and the promise of a peaceful slumber for the girl named Rose. In the dimly lit hallway, Alpha Kaden ascends the staircase with purpose etched into his every step, a figure of authority and strength in motion. As he progresses upwards, a familiar voice cuts through the quiet hum of the house, tinged with a note of desperation and pain. The plea for aid, tinged with vulnerability, reaches his ears, drawing his attention like a magnet pulling at his heartstrings.

“Xuanshu-Moya is a type of Yokomoya that I'm pretty good at. It was Patriarch Yuan Kai who taught me this skill. He was a Xuahshu-Moya and Shenti-Moya user. When you said that Miss Zhao Yunlei could send messages through inner language, it meant that Miss Zhao Yunlei was a Zhiju-Moya user. She's not just an ordinary girl, just a fairly talented swordsman who can learn Yokomoya under the age of 40." Yokomoya is a power that comes from the fusion of natural energy with the spiritual energy of each human being. That is why Yokomoya does not require mastery of internal energy because the source of the strength of this knowledge is the harmony of nature and soul. “Miss Zhao Yunlei likely has sens

“No one at this academy is civilized.” I didn’t disagree. An instructor called Kade’s name from across the room. He clapped my shoulder once and jogged off. I exhaled slowly before heading into the training arena. The room was massive; matted floors, practice rings, sparring sectors, reinforced walls. The ceiling lights cast everything in a stark white glow that made it impossible to hide shadows. Alphas trained in pairs and groups, some grappling, some throwing knives at targets, some testing strength equipment. My gaze swept the perimeter, locating exits automatically. Old habit. Necessary habit.