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You rush off to the locker room and take a quick shower after your meeting with Morgan; you don't want to be too distracted by it. Otherwise, who knows how you'll screw up during the suit test later? Your thoughts wander for a bit as you ponder the upcoming suit test, and when you reach for a bottle of shampoo, it slips from your hand. Luckily, the cap remains sealed when it falls, so you don't have a floor full of shampoo to clean up, you think as you… The bottle flies up to you easily, and your hand closes around it instinctively. You are one of the lucky few in the world who are capable of magic, and your life is significantly easier because of it, though you have been a bit more negligent about improving yourself because of it. Of course, it also helps that you're in Lemuria, one of the most magic tolerant countries in the world. Ever since you manifested magic, you were sent to special classes sponsored by the Lemurian military where you learned to harness your abilities properly, and your powers have grown significantly. Later on, when you had graduated from high school, you were approached by a military scout who had seen your records in school and was duly impressed. You were offered a military scholarship to an institute of higher education of your choice, provided that you signed up with the military. You signed up, obviously. Besides your love (some say obsession) for the Magikiras suit unit, you also want to…
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