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Chapter 15: The Broom Trials Begin… and Zephyr Somehow Tames a Phoenix?!
Scene: Mystic Grounds, Early Morning
Zephyr stared at the invitation nailed to his dorm door.
"Congratulations! You’ve been selected to represent the Janitorial Division in the prestigious Broom Trials!"
(Mandatory attendance. Bring your own broom.)
He blinked.
“...This is a thing?”
Scene: Trial Grounds
The arena resembled a coliseum, but instead of gladiators… janitors lined up.
Each held an enchanted broom glowing with magic—some hovering, some twirling, others roaring like dragons.
A senior shouted:
“Only the worthy may wield the legendary phoenix-feather broom! Complete the Trials, or get swept aside!”
Zephyr raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t I just clean in peace?”
But alas—he was already registered.
Round 1: “Obstacle Sweep!”
Contestants had to race through a course filled with magical messes: exploding slime, living dust bunnies, and teleporting cobwebs.
Zephyr? He whistled.
His broom glowed.
It swept the whole course clean in seconds… before levitating him to the finish line like a surfboard.
Everyone stared.
One judge fainted.
Round 2: “The Broom Duel!”
Participants faced off in aerial combat—riding their brooms and launching magical cleaning spells.
Zephyr dodged attacks with elegance. His broom dodged by itself.
One by one, contestants were eliminated. Then—
CRACK!
The clouds opened. A blazing phoenix descended, angry and untamed.
“Final Trial!” the announcer screamed.
“Tame the Phoenix-Broom Spirit!”
Contestants fled.
Zephyr? He took out a shiny mop head… and offered it.
“You look dusty, want help?”
The phoenix paused.
Sniffed.
SQUAWKED WITH JOY.
In a flash of flame, it transformed into a divine broom and circled him in reverence.
He blinked.
“Okay then.”
Scene: Award Ceremony
Headmaster Aurelius held a scroll.
“Zephyr Arclight. For accidentally becoming the Broom Trials Champion, you are hereby promoted to... Royal Groundskeeper Extraordinaire!”
Zephyr:
“I just wanted to sweep a hallway...”
Scene: Dorm Rooftop That Night
Arwen sat beside him under the stars, sipping tea.
“I saw the phoenix. It chose you.”
He shrugged.
“Guess even mythical birds appreciate good cleaning.”
She smiled, cheeks pink.
“Well… I appreciate you, too.”
Cue Seraphina popping up from behind a tree.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘APPRECIATE’—?!”
Final Panel: Zephyr leaning back with the divine broom beside him, while two jealous girls argue over his accidental fame.
“I need a vacation…”
End of Chapter 15
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