I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I entered my dorm.

From what I’d heard, there were seven dormitories in Kartell Academy, and the seven buildings were colored from red to violet, to match the Archmages of Seven Colors—a theme that was already feeling a bit overused.

I recalled Headmaster Alderson explaining, when he’d given me the student ID, that Violet Hall was the top-tier dorm.

Although Violet was number one, Alderson clearly hadn’t been brave enough to reverse the order of colors. The second-best dorm was Crimson Hall, and then it proceeded in sequence to the worst, Indigo Hall.

Anyway, although distinguished students were automatically assigned to Violet Hall, the decision had been so sudden that I had to live in Amber Hall for a bit.

I was assigned a double room. It wasn’t very spacious, but after the training camp, I had no complaints.

There was a uniform on the bed, and thankfully, the design wasn’t over the top, though the color was a little too bright for my taste. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about that.

I wanted to wash up before donning the new clothes, and I was happy to find that this room had an attached bathroom.

Splash.