Shen_02

This world is about swords everything about them makeup you: how rich you are, your pride and your dignity.
 Not having one is like not being even alive, so what happens if you won't don't have one. Well that, unfortunately, happened to the very soul Eader. 
After losing his mom to some kidnappers and having hefty hospital bill to pay, he makes his way to Sawarts school for swordsmen and swordswomen.
 There he will find all types of things happening to him.
 How will he go through, with the stick given to him by a perverse, rich, old man? 
Everybody has a sword unless you have Swordancia.

Swordancia

A loud whistling noise erupted when nothing in her hand striking down turned into the beautiful sword she had. It made the whistling noise, carrying all the way down.


She stopped. She did it fast, leaving no marking. She stopped perfectly twenty centre metre before the collision. The wrong sharp of the key was evaded and then returned to a white. Why? She heard him.


She smiled showing her bright teeth, "begging for your life," she pronounced everything properly and strongly, like a hard forte with a staccato.


The whimper voice made her think there was someone else, but no, it was him. She looked at him, her rage was dispersing all over the keys, a high F sharp scale was made in the improvisation. 


Still having the stingy spite of the staccato. He made it less by screaming loudly," you can kill, you deserve to," legato was added. She was puzzled and looked at him.


Chapter 72: The Big Boy Playground with a Band