The boy and girl who stormed into the room seemed too engrossed in their conversation to care about my presence.

  Still, I made sure to leave the place as discreetly as possible. I focused on the door handle and used telekinesis to open it, making a turning gesture with the action, as if I were turning an invisible doorknob.

  I looked back to see if they noticed me, and it seemed like they were still bickering.

  So I quietly stepped out of the room.

  I took out the map to find my position. The doorways leading in and out of the room were marked identically, so I had to do some exploration to confirm my location. After figuring out my location, I picked a direction and wandered aimlessly.

  I’m confident I’ve seen enough of the school with the 2 days. I have committed the route to memory, but it might be better to check again for alternative routes, in case I run into that water mage again.

  I somewhat expected to make enemies at this school I’m forced to enroll in, but to think I’d make enemies before I started attending. With how out-of-the-way my first near-death experience was, I’ll have to figure out some escape routes if fighting isn’t an option.

  That means I’ll have to commit the entire school’s layout to memory, instead of a designated route.

  I took out my miniature map, seeing all of the drawings and notations I’ve put on it. It served as a reminder of the route I’d have to take, but it’d be useless as a reminder of contingencies.

  I’ll have to make another copy of the map.

  I looked around, checking to see if anyone was following me. Nearly getting drowned to death has put me a bit on edge, and I didn’t want to get ambushed and end up as a patient in the hospital a third time.

  This might be a good time to test this body’s physique.

  I crouched down and put myself in an Olympic runner’s starting position, bending my neck up and visualizing a finish line at the end of a straight track. I raised my legs, ready to burst into a sprint at the sound of the signal.

  3…

  2…

  1…

  GO!

  I started running down the hall, full sprint.

  My new body felt lighter. I felt like I could run for a longer time than in my old body.

  I kept running until I saw a wall up ahead, slowing down to a jog, then a stop. There was no way I was gonna take a third trip to the hospital to get treated for an injury from running into a wall because I didn’t know my own speed.

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  I looked back to see how far I ran.

  Wow.

  The end of the hall was far. I couldn’t see the door I exited from.

  Do they have a running track? I wanna see how long I can last for.

  All the maps I had of the school only showed the layout of the interior. If I wanted to find a place I could run without worry, I’ll need to explore around the school.

  But first, emergency escape routes.

  I headed back to the dorm, checking every so often to ensure the key in my pocket didn’t mysteriously vanish.

  I stood in my dorm room, lost in thought.

  Is that normal here? Does that mean I have to learn how to fight?

  I replayed the fight between the Vine Mage and Wind Mage in my head. Both of them seemed like they were using their abilities to their fullest extent against their opponent. But what concerned me is the missing context that led to their fight. From how they bickered, it felt petty.

  Then I recalled the water mage that nearly drowned me and was bullying my summoner.

  Does this mean the point of this school is to learn how to do that? To use magic with capacity to kill?

  But if that’s true, then how come my summoner didn’t defend himself?

  I recalled every instance of supernatural phenomena I witnessed that wasn’t my doing. Golden orbs, throwing fire, willing water, growing vines, commanding winds, being flung by a sudden force, and healing.

  Does this mean that everyone in this school, student or teacher, can wield some crazy abilities?

  The thought sounds exciting. A common trope in plenty of fantasy or sci-fi stories in my past life. This would be my chance to fulfill some fantasies I’ve had, wielding some awesome magical power.

  And yet, I was trembling a bit. My breathing became ragged. I felt goosebumps crawl over my skin. I felt itchy.

  I clenched by wrist, trying to calm myself down. Then, I tried controlling my breathing.

  Deep breaths.

  I clenched my hand tightly into a fit, before pounding the wall in front of me, releasing whatever anger I had felt in that moment.

  Why am I angry?

  Is it because I’m in a state where I can’t learn anything through words?

  Is it because I was almost needlessly killed multiple times over?

  Or is it because I’m angry because my summoner has possibly been bullied before by those 3 students?

  Shit!

  It’s my second day in this school, and instead of welcoming or embracing the idea of living in a new world, I’m just angry.

  I need to figure out how to progress from this point forward.

  I looked to see the table near my summoner’s desk. Although it appeared that he was the sole inhabitant of this room, he had 3 chairs. 1 for his desk, likely his study, and 2 placed opposite each other around a circular table, possibly if he has a guest over and he needs to host them, I think.

  I picked up my poster tube and took out the large map Mr. Blonde provided me, unfurling it across the tiny circular table.

  When I let go, it curled partially into its rolled up state, so I unrolled it again and placed some paperweights of my making. For some reason, I conjured a black cone and white cube, despite not thinking of any specific colors. Hmm… I wonder if the nature of my power fills in the gaps of things I’m not consciously thinking about whenever I use my power.

  I’ll have to think about that later.

  I conjured a simple notebook. The kind where the spiral is at the top, and you open it vertically, along with a classic number 2 pencil, hexagon-shaped to make it less prone to rolling.

  I wrote “Does my power fill in knowledge or awareness gaps?” before closing it and dissipating it.

  Panic overcame me for a moment when I realized I accidentally got rid of something I intentionally created.

  I recalled the words I wrote on the notebook and recreated it exactly where I accidentally dissipated it, with the words I wrote exactly as I written them before it disappeared.

  Does this mean I can store objects somewhere, or am I just really good at recreating things when I panic?

  I decided not to think about that as I focused on my plan to navigate my enrollment in this magic school.