graggle_lago

Volume 1-

A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black.

"I'm... alive?"

To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead.

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Volume 2-

The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear.

"Settle down, class! A former student is returning!"

The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued.

Creak...

The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

Talentless Transmigration

"A common foot soldier... dares to attack me?" Rosi clenched her jaw, insulted by the mere insolence.

Feyrith looked back at Bastle. He looked back at Bastle with the kind of face that screamed "I'm aware."

Rosi raised her hand into the air, as to gesture for her soldiers to halt. They were in the middle of their advance, ready to slay the young elf in front of their general.

"Do not step a foot closer toward me! This boy clearly has a death wish."

The smoke-covered moon reflected off Feyrith's blade. A serene expression washed over his face.

Rosi laughed. She spun her glaive, demonstrating her skill in her weapon.

"Will those theatrics make you stronger?" Feyrith spoke very calmly, but something about that calmness appeared as arrogance to Rosi. She held her spear, tightly.

A one-hand grip. Like her brother.

She spun her glaive with skill, striking Feyrith in areas meant to kill.

But with relative ease, he blocked each attack. All while using a minimum amount of movements.

[Cast: Moon Sword Art: Flickering Moonlight]

His blade glowed. With air-piercing speed, he thrust his sword toward Rosi.

She weaved and twisted, avoiding the strikes to the best of her ability.

Without any warning, she jumped into the air.

She slammed the flat side of her glaive toward Feyrith. A strike infused with the gale. Even with it being on it's flat side, it cut through the air as if it was positioned correctly.

As the dust settled, Feyrith was nowhere to be found.

[Cast: Moon Sword Art: Waxing Fang]

Feyrith's silhouette was traced in the sky, as he soared in front of the concealed moon. He raised his sword, as it flashed in the moonlight.

He crashed down. An explosion of lunar energy dissipated into the air.

"A strike like that? Do you think something like that is going to be able to beat me?" Rosi laughed. She blocked the strike with the handle of her glaive.

[Cast: Moon Sword Art: Crescent Slash]

The quick, fast-moving blade, traced a line across Rosi's chest. Blood flew out her chest.

[Cast: Moon Sword Art: Eclipse Strike]

Feyrith raised his sword, casting a shadow over Rosi's chest, preventing her from seeing. He quickly struck, with this opening.

With every strike infused with lunar mana, a trail of purple, yellow, and white energy followed with every slash.

It was faintly reminiscent of the moon. Or rather, a moonlit sky.

"You'll have to make the rest on your own, Bastle." he spoke quietly, to himself.

"Argh! Enough play time! I've let you strike me enough times!"

She pulled her glaive out of the dirt.

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