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    [Common Region] Kikka



    Kikka is one of the castle towns of the Clover Kingdom, due to its close proximity with the Noble region. The town is close enough that the citizens have a vivid view of the Kingdom's palace from it. Kikka is a well-developed town with paved roads and many large stone-based houses. The amount of houses established in Kikka suggests that it has a considerably large population. One of Kikka's prominent features is its strong trading center. Various merchants, from foods to weapons, come to Kikka for business, which makes Kikka's market one of the liveliest markets within the Kingdom. Many people, including the Magic Knights, come to Kikka for their errands.

    Notable Venues

    Magic Knights Colosseum: This large stone stadium is where the Magic Knights hold their exams.


    Black Market: The market is one of the hidden locations within the town. Generally, people are aware of its existence, but the nobles tend to avoid entering the place. The market houses merchants who sell goods, which are not allowed to be sold at a regular market. Additionally, the black market also features a casino where people could gamble in various games.

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    A girl with green hair and fiercely predatory eyes stood in line among dozens of others trying to become Magic Knights. She seemed apathetic to her surroundings her face with an immovable expression as she pushed locks out of her face so that they settled in a still rather mangy way around her ears. She heard every person called before her and knew the routine and though she stood in line absently she still heard more calls from the front. "Have your Grimoire ready to be inspected!" the chant called. She wondered what kind of test this would be, she'd never heard anything about it before. And though she'd traveled quite a long way to get here, she hardly seemed bothered by any of the things going on around her. A her vacant expression almost belayed boredom if not for the tension in her body hiding right beneath the surface. As if she didn't trust the calm of this moment and something could simply go wrong without warning. Her tattered golden shirt billowed in the breeze as she tucked her right thumb into her belt loop pulling further at her already disheveled appearance. "Oi, look at her, there isn't anyway she didn't come from the Forsaken Lands!" an average looking young man with blue eyes and brown hair teased. His words, though a hushed whisper seemed to draw the girl's gaze as she look gave a look that implied his future doom, but spoke no words only allowing a malicious smile to grace her once apathetic visage.

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    "Of course she did!" spoke the voice of another young male with white-silver hair in short spikes. This lad's red eyes looked in a condescending manner at the green-haired girl in her tattered clothes. He held this expression in spite of the death stare this girl offered the male he spoke to, as if he didn't care whatsoever. "You see what she's wearing? Only someone from the Forsaken Lands couldn't even afford a decent pair of clothes to put on their backs!" he added.

    At that moment, another male interjected. This particular lad wore no shirt whatsoever, only cladding himself in a pair of dark pants and boots, as well as an open white jacket that revealed his uncommonly-muscular build beneath. This individual with spiky black hair stepped up and patted the back of the condescending lad, doing so in a manner which seemed to cause the latter great discomfort from the impact. "Oi! Aren't you a foreigner? I'm pretty sure that doesn't give you a lot of room to talk, dude!"

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    The green haired girl had a book tucked in behind her, in her only worthwhile possession a single leather studded book cover. Of course the glowing coming from it was massive as if she was rather suddenly planning to move. "Two bitch made spoiled brats..." the small words came from her as nearly a whisper but she licked her lips as she turned on her heels. It didn't matter to her if she couldn't become a Magic Knight this year, she could kill these two here and now and feel satisfied with the trip. But before she could go any further she was rather surprised to find someone coming to her aid, at least verbally. Such a thing was quite unusual considering and she was more than prepared to handle herself. "Oi, green hair you're next..." said the person at the front of the line. Seeing this the girl's rather angry eyes averted and she went on about her day. Her gaze shifted from her original target and was accompanied by a gentle nod at the muscular lad before she turned to go about her business. It was meant to portray gratitude, if she got the chance she might say it directly, but for now, she was standing at the front of the line with a strangers hand upon her Grimoire and after a moment or two a grin passed that person's face. "Number 362, Next!" he said and she moved on and that boy seemed to become immediately relieved. Like a weight had been lifted from him, and the interruption of the other lad was enough. "Well, whatever right? His family is established, even if he's a foreigner. Butt out..." he said finding it in himself to recover from the deep sense of fear he had within himself.

    The whole of this interaction was being observed by a blue haired lass who was a bit astonished. Most wouldn't bother sticking up for anyone else, even less someone who was considered subhuman almost due to where they came from. Her little dress blew in the wind as she also stepped up, shaking her head at the entire situation but gaining more than a bit of respect for the shirtless lad despite his state of undress. She handed over her book for examination. 'I can't believe people are actually like this...' she thought, she was from a small town in the more common area. And though the extremely royal and rich were snobbish, she didn't expect it to be so readily ingrained into their children. She wondered how they'd feel about that later. "Number 364," the person at the front of her line said as she also moved on.

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    "Ugh! And who the hell do you think you are, huh!?" the white-haired male asked while recovering from the hit he'd taken. Hearing this and the words of the other individual, the shirtless lad raised a brow. "Eh? Family's established?" he asked. This query prompted the white-haired one to stand erect with all the arrogance of a prince, even whilst not deserving or owning the title. "Hmph! Obviously you don't have a clue who I am! Itamu Senju! My brother is none other than Tobirama Senju of the Azure Deer!"

    The boy named Itamu seemed very confident in himself during his introduction, but what he received in response was a blank stare, which turned to light confusion over time. It was almost as if the male he spoke to had no idea what weight this name was meant to hold. In fact... "Yeah? Hmm... No clue! Itadakimasu or whatever your name is, that doesn't mean shit to me! If you wanna fight me, fight me, but you should both probably leave people alone unless you plan on doing something!"

    During this dispute, yet another spiky-haired male entered the fray. This teen had ash-blonde hair and a coat lined in black fur. Piercing red eyes looked straight ahead as he casually stepped between the bickering lads, bumping into both of them en route to registration. "Outta my way. Save the dumb shit for the exam," he said in passing. Upon reaching the desk, he followed behind the blue-haired girl by presenting an orange grimoire.

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    A giggle escaped a young woman in a mint green shirt as well as several others. The ongoing spat between these boys was now a moment to watch but as another pushed through the crowd it seemed most didn't care much about it. "You're funny~" mentioned this girl, who seemed to care very little that she'd been cut in line. The orange book set forward by the boy who'd breezed past her and the rest of the group was looked over by the person at the front who sat a hand against it and after a few moments and a bit of magic handed it back. "He's right. All of you should calm down... you are number 365," said the desk person to the boy as the orange book was shifted back. "Next!" was the shout which would prompt the girl with the glasses to push them up onto her nose. "Hey, keep the line moving or you guys are going to get skipped," she said to the group. "Hold your horses commoner, you probably won't even make it either..." said the antagonizing boy from earlier, apparently content to choose a less scary looking target for his vocal torment. Still he went ahead and stepped up placing his brown grimoire in the hands of the desk person who performed the same test. "Hai, number 366, keep it moving. Next," the person ahead would be waiting for the next of this group to step forward. The conversation and antagonism between these individuals didn't seem to bother these people at all.

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    "Oh, well that's pretty rude," the black-haired boy commented, though he was content to leave the previous topic behind. That is, until the original instigator had another comment for the girl who'd so recently spoken and preceded him in line. "Oi... it's like you didn't hear a single thing I just said!" he growled as his right fist rose slowly, showing a suddenly vascular arm peering from under his jacket sleeve. Still, he was next in line, so he chose to present his grimoire while talking himself out of the fight he frankly wanted to have here and now.

    Sadly, the boy now presenting his grimoire was standing in the wrong place to do so. He was a full three paces to the left of registration, holding his grimoire out to no one at all. Another male figure was meant to be behind him, and stepped up in his place. This individual was very strange bar the hooded cloak he wore. Even with this article of clothing cladding him, one could note the mass of silver hair beneath his hood, seeming to gleam with the added colors of a rainbow as the light struck his protruding locks. Standing before the receptionist, he held out his left hand, above which floated a golden grimoire with a four-leaf clover upon it. "Onegai," he said to the receptionist upon revealing his grimoire. He seemed relatively silent, yet he also seemed to be in a bit of a rush.

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    The girl who was now out of line in front of the muscular lad shook her head from left to right. "It's rude, but... maybe he was in a rush," she said watching and waiting for the next person to get through the lines, as a lad stood to the left of the actual line another slipped forward. "You're standing at the wrong spot, slip in behind him..." mentioned the girl with the glasses to the lad. The person at the desk was now looking at a very special Grimoire. "Sugoi! I've never seen one of these!" said the person, spawning a couple of other people behind him to look with glittering eyes. "This is a 4 Leaf Clover! That's super rare, you..." it seemed a moment of nerdy appreciation was spawning as this book was looked over.

    The girl pushed her glasses up on her nose, wondering about the commotion. "What? A four!?" she seemed stunned by the news. Such books were rare beyond all reason. She wondered what kind of lad held such a book, still she moved forward and hoped to catch a glimpse herself at some point in the future. She would have assumed such a thing would have only spawned in a noble or royal family. That being said, a real noble or royal wouldn't have made their children come to this area. The test was considered a formality for them, they'd just be placed in a group at some point. A few seconds of stunned amazement afterward and the white haired lad's grimoire would be handed back to him. "Hai, Number 367, go ahead and wait with the others!" said the man behind the desk. "Next!" was the call. Tired of waiting, the girl carried on content to wait on the other side for her new friend.

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    "... I'm what now?" the raven-haired boy asked, though he looked over for his own confirmation. True indeed, he was standing in entirely the wrong place, and the mystery lad from behind him was now having his grimoire registered instead. "Oi, I..." Whatever he intended to say was lost to the universe during a moment of shock and awe. Before him was a four-leaf grimoire, which he was made to believe he shouldn't expect to see in his lifetime. And yet, there it was, possessed by a boy who - unlike many present thus far - didn't seem to intentionally draw any attention to himself.

    "Hontoni arigatou," the cloaked male spoke when his grimoire was returned. With that out of the way, he took his leave of the line with a sigh of relief that seemed somewhat unwarranted given the circumstances. Finally seeing his chance to be registered, the lad with the open jacket stepped back into place with his grimoire extended.

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    It seemed that like everyone else, the muscular boy was lost in thought about the boy with the 4 leaf clover book. Of course, this shock seemed to subside as the boy who tried not to draw attention to himself look relieved and slipped on past. The boy who'd stepped up most recently after also had his book looked over, but after seeing something so rare, even his got only the most minor of treatment by comparison. "Hm... everything seems to be in order here. Number 368, next!" and just like that this boy's book was returned to him and he was given leave to continue on.

    The line would continue moving as others gathered in the area behind this one, gathering in the starting place looking around the open expanse of the arena. Many people were grouped up, in huddles of friend groups or recent acquaintances talking about this thing or that thing. A dull murmur with bits of conversation being picked up all around. On the outskirts of this, was the green haired girl practically in rags who stood still with aggression in her eyes, though she'd apparently calmed down just a bit since her last appearance. "I wonder what kind of test we'll have to take?" questioned one person in the crowd. "I don't know why I came back, I failed out last year!" said another anxiety ridden individual. "There was a commotion a few minutes ago about a rumored 4 leaf clover book..." a homely looking girl mentioned. "Stuff like that never happens..." said another. It seemed it hadn't taken long for the rumor mill to start. Still this green haired girl stood with one thumb hooked into her belt loop her eyes tracing over everyone. "Noisy..." she mumbled as she backed herself against a pillar taking to leaning for her own comfort.

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