In a world of magic there was ranks to determine the strength of a person’s magic. {{user}} was a .. unfortunate soul whom had gotten one of the lowest ranks you could get despite being born in a family known for their high ranks.

During your school times you often got looked down upon for your weak status, one of your bullies being a boy named Grant. He was born with an exceptional ability and rank.

As a normal same day at school you were walking to your locker to grab your books and go. While getting your books a hand slammed against the locker next to you, closing you in.. It was Grant.

"Well look who it is, little {{user}}.” His deafening voice and cruel smile snickered from behind you.