Fear
"Its light... this new sword has gotten too light... I need a new one." Avan looked at the compacted sword that he was carrying all this time and he immediately got used to. He tossed it at the academy's burner and watched as the fiery flames melted the sword.
"Did you just toss your sword?" A man suddenly behind him asked.
"Yes." Avan didn't turn around as he answered.
"I didn't expect a swordsman like you. Tossing his only soul to the pits of flames."
"Well, it can be interpreted that way. I guess I do it to end the pain as fast as possible so they won't have to break at the hands of the enemy. I'll do it myself."
"I see. That is indeed a painful yet merciful way of letting go of something. So what do you need in a sword so that you'll be able to trust it so that you won't have to deal with saying farewell for a hundred more?"
"A sword that will reflect me."
"Avan Neidleest, the Unbreakable huh."
"Why do you know my na-" As Avan turned around to see who it was, he was just faced with a sudden amazement and stood up straight. "Swordmaster Izgael Varhemont, I greet thee."
"At ease." A single word of Izgael and Avan loosened up.
"Yes."
"I just came to check up on you. And looking at your body, it really is amazing. You're using something to make your body more compact... because if you didn't you'd be just a large man with a bunch of muscly figure."
"Ah, yes. I'm practicing and using two spells on my body."
"I know. Because those two are forbidden spells that are hidden away in the library."
Avan suddenly felt a mountainous amount of bloodlust and killing intent from Izgael's way. "..." Avan swallowed his dry saliva and opened up his inventory, "Spatial Storage." And brought out a spare sword.
"Dance of the War God and Body Reformation. Two forbidden spells. One is because the side effects would kill a person. And the other was to prevent misuse since it can change a person's appearance too easily."
"..."
"So tell me... how did you get the full information of these two books without alerting Ron or the alert systems of the library." Izgael placed his sword at the handle of his sword that was placed on his side and a bigger and a blue beast appeared behind him as if giving life to his bloodlust.
"I exactly can't tell him that I already read everything in that forbidden section and memorized most of it..." Avan thought to himself as he looked at every side trying to escape. "I can't win. And damn it... this is the same thing that I felt when Meno was bullying me all day. I don't want to remember how powerless I am..."
"Huh..?" Izgael saw the ferocity within Avan's eyes as he draw out his sword. "A bloodlust as strong as mine. How inconceivable." He let go of his sword and suddenly, the dark blue aura that he was emitting suddenly dissipated. "Apologies, that's a bit much for a greeting isn't it?"
"Huh... ah, yes." Avan eased up and stood up straight. As he was about to return the sword to his storage, "Spacial Storage."
Izgael suddenly stopped him. "May I?"
"Ah, yes." Avan gave Izgael the sword that he was carrying.
Izgael suddenly felt the overwhelming weight as it nearly slipped off out of his hands. But he grabbed it with all of his might and began to analyze the situation in his head. "Heavy. No, that's an understatement. Its heavier than the sword that I'm carrying. About twenty times more or so. And he's practicing with this kind of sword while using the sword art, Dance of the Sword God. You're joking... how is this humanly possible."
"I'm sorry for showing you this sword. Its full of damage, I haven't repaired it since its just a spare sword."
"Spare sword? Heh, I see." Izgael then returned the sword to Avan and saw how easily he carried it without straining his muscles.
"Is there something that you need Swordmaster?"
With a smile on Izgael's face he declared, "Through the creation of the world, born with mana, it shall also end with mana."
"..!" Avan's face turned pale as he heard those words.
"I Izgael Varhemont, shall declare a duel against Avan Neidleest."
"I, Avan Neidleest, accepts this duel."