There Is a Legend at Magiya Academy

In Istonique, the Department of Magic that studies space and time, there is one master of hide-and-seek.

His name is Kishabh.

Kishabh was raised by his grandfather from infancy.

Even without parents, Kishabh never let anyone push him around — because his grandfather was a renowned space wizard.

Whenever someone picked a fight with him, he always dropped his grandfather's name. His grandfather was the boy's sole source of pride.

Hanging from the belt at Kishabh's waist were enormous pinking shears — a gift from his grandfather on his 6th birthday.

Every time he played hide-and-seek with friends, Kishabh would whip out those shears and snip away at thin air.

Snip-snip!

When the cold blades cut through empty space, Kishabh could create a gap in the void.

A pocket of space just large enough for a person to squeeze into.

"Alright, everyone hide for 30 seconds starting now! Go!"

A game of hide-and-seek with friends after a long while.

Kishabh squeezed his body into the narrow space he had opened with his shears.

He giggled to himself, imagining the friends who would desperately search for him.

"Hey, have you guys seen Kishabh? The sun's about to set."

"Nope, haven't seen him."

The seeker had found every single kid who joined the game.

Except Kishabh.

In the end, the seeker and the already-found kids had to wander around searching for Kishabh.

But one hour, two hours passed, and the friends couldn't find him.

Their exhausted expressions soured.

"As expected... he used that thing again, didn't he?"

"Obviously."

"That kid... here we go again."

"Seriously. Who let him join hide-and-seek?"

"I dunno, by the time I realized it he was already playing. He promised he absolutely wouldn't use his space shears, so I just said sure."

"This is so annoying. Do we really have to find him?"

"Let's just leave him. Let him keep giggling to himself somewhere."

"Yeah."

The angry friends gave up searching for Kishabh and scattered.

Kishabh stayed curled up inside the space he had cut open with his shears, giggling to himself until the sun went down.

Much time passed after that, but no one ever found Kishabh.

There is a legend at Magiya Academy.

A legend about a student who died playing hide-and-seek because no one ever came to find him.

They say the student became a ghost after death and now wanders the academy.

"Hey, I'm not dead! Don't kill me off!"

If your ear itches, just assume the ghost is whispering to you.

Perhaps somewhere in the academy, he is still hiding, waiting for a student to come find him?

If you see a branch swaying on its own, try tossing it a greeting.

A little unexpected attention might just help him find peace.

"Hey! Are you seriously going to keep ignoring me?! Everyone!! I'm sorry!"

May he rest in a good place.