Blade_Gaming_1628

Ren was always been an average student, only having a single talent, sword talent. His family runs a Kendo Academy, but that did nothing good for him. Ren's method of sword fighting is more of practical than traditional, using sword with only one hand, using agility, speed and reflexes. though its practical its not within rules, resulting him in being cast aside remaining average as ever, he always tried staying by rules but no matter how he tried abandoning practicality always felt wrong affecting his performance. but one day while siting in a park at night a golden sword appeared out of nowhere and pierced his heart and when he woke up he find himself in new world full of magic.

Sword Magician

Adonis stood atop the dueling ring, golden eyes glowing beneath windswept black hair. Eclipse robe flared dramatically behind him, its high collar slicing the wind like a blade of its own. On top of his head, Quackner snored peacefully — a serene white duck nestled in chaos, chewing the last of a stolen snack. Adonis held his sword loosely at his side, its golden edge gleaming. The entire image was breathtaking… if not for the sleeping duck.

On the other end of the ring, Tyrant Haul tensed.

The Fifth-Ranked Bloom, a prideful tower of steel, had started to second-guess this duel the moment he saw those eyes — cold, quiet, and unreadable. But his pride wouldn't allow retreat.

He raised his mana. A loud metallic hum echoed as his skin turned to iron-like alloy, sharp-edged veins glowing under his flesh. "My body is metal. Let's see if your little sword tricks can even scratch me," Tyrant taunted, hammer rising high.

Adonis didn't respond. He just looked at him and muttered under his breath:

"Let's test the durability of your metal body, then."

Suddenly, a shift in mana. The Sword Domain formed — not on the ground this time...but instead in the air above Tyrant.

A golden circle the size of the entire ring ignited in the sky, humming with an ominous vibration.

"I can't breathe… his sword intent is leaking even outside the domain!"

"That's… that's the top-ranked Bloom…"

Tyrant growled, trying to shake the fear from his spine. "DO YOUR WORST!" he shouted, charging with his enormous hammer crackling with mana.

Adonis's lips barely moved muttering.

The cold voice dropped like a gentle breeze before the storm,

A golden flash burst overhead—Then the sky split apart.

Dozens of golden swords rained from above, descending like divine judgment. Each blade glinted with killing intent. Tyrant raised his hammer to block one—then another—But the blades were endless.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

His defense shattered. Swords battered down, piercing the arena tiles, exploding in clouds of dust and golden light.

"This is madness !""It's… it's literally raining swords!!""That's the power of the Sword Element! It's too terrifying!"

Tyrant tried to flee, but there was nowhere to run—He screamed—then was buried beneath the storm of blades.

When the golden rain faded, only steam and cracked tiles remained. At the center, Tyrant Haul lay unconscious, his metal form cracked and broken, sword dents covering his body. His hammer lay beside him, useless.

Clearly offensive power of sword element surpasses any other element.

The students stared, stunned. Even the teachers watching from afar looked impressed.

Adonis exhaled softly, his sword fading back into golden mist. He turned away casually, not even glancing at Tyrant. Eclipse fluttered in approval. Quackner snored. Adonis stepped off the platform like the storm had never happened.

Adonis, meanwhile, muttered under his breath:

"Note to self. Sword Rain consumes way too much mana if I'm showing off."

And with that, he left the stage like a passing storm — quiet, cold, and unforgettable.