Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

A MEMORY.

Salazar was only six back then. Short, black hair. A warm, summer day.

"Raigetsu! Come on, let’s play ball again!"

A boy, not much older, turned to him.

"The sun’s already setting. Let’s leave it for tomorrow. Otherwise, my dad’s going to give me hell."

"Ah... You’re right, it’s gotten dark," Salazar smiled. "I guess I was having so much fun I forgot the time."

Raigetsu smirked and ruffled his hair.

"Same here. But time to head home now."

"Yeah! Next time, let’s sleep over at each other’s place!"

Warm, childish days.

Five years passed. They both reached the age where they were allowed to attend magic classes.

A sparring session between him and Raigetsu. The younger boy looked nervous.