_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.

"Next" That gently formal yet cold voice trickled the ears of the other eight standing a few steps away from their professor and a fellow classmate, who had just been disarmed.

"Ho? Look whose eager" Commented their professor in a tease, when Elfrida Von Algere, walked forward with a embarrassed gait. "Alright, then, please" Ken mumbled as he faced in her direction while Edwin backed off.

"I wield a bow and daggers as an add on with my flame magic" She mumbled, a tad bit nervously yet proudly, as if wanting to catch the attention of the man, she believed to have come to love, and Ken, as the man she had come to love, gave her exactly what she wanted.

"That is a great combination, lady Algere, if you get proficient in those weapons of choice, you will be left with no easily weaknesses to exploited by your opponents." Ken complimented her, gently.

The First Class (2)