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

The feeling Eader felt was an odd one, when he woke up from his old bed, that was stationed at the second small floor of his house. He got up and he looked around, seeing everything was right and well placed, he looked confused and scratched his head. He got dressed and changed his clothing into something more suitable.

That startled him and he moved back, he raised down stair and took a quick turn left. He took a quick glance at his clothes and saw them as satisfactory. He opened the door and saw the a man tower over him, he had a long brown waist coat around him.

Eader immediately knew who the person was. "Detective, "he called, motioning for the person to enter, the man did as such. He rustled a bit and took a long strong look around, ignoring the surroundings closer to the door, but further away.

Chapter 99: Deja Vu