_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

12 trainees stood in front of a beautiful yet wild looking woman with a broadsword hung on her back, the sword's hilt faced her left side unveiling a possibility of her being a left handed swordsman.

The trainees were from Class-S and the woman was their trainer, Thistle Hadawaye.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Thistle Hadawaye, and I'll be your instructor throughout your stay in the academy.

You can call me Ma'am, Miss, Teacher, Teach, Miss. Thistle, or Thistle.

Before we start, there is something you all have to keep in mind. In my class, you do what I say.

And don't think you guys are special just 'cause you guys are in Class-S, since you guys are still at the bottom of the 'Pyramid of power.'

Now, I have to gauge your strengths, weaknesses, and what I'll have to teach you.

So, you guys will be fighting against me, hopefully only for today" She said.

None of my business