Veribius Academy

The Academy of Veribius. The only academy that was around for the city Avan was in. It was highly renowned of creating outstanding students, but it wasn't really the best like the others out there. But it was still an academy wherein one can graduate, and live the rest of their life easy as long as they landed in the top.

It was a magic school for everyone. Though people who mostly train swordsmanship are also there since they still use magic.

But for someone who can't use both, Avan was a bit unusual. The only student allowed to enter without magic or the skill of swordsmanship.

He dragged the sword to the academy, not being able to carry it by himself.

As he finally got there, he was about to be warned by one of the students but a teacher popped up behind him and prevented him from doing so.

Avan carried his sword to his classroom on the first floor leaving a large trail.

He was alone as always, yet his knowledge surpasses everyone.

He had friends before, but with the phantom caste system that everyone follows, those who were at the top, absolutely despises Avan's existence.

"A man born from a world filled with mana doesn't have mana. Your existence is invalid and disgusting itself. You're just an error to this world. Someone never needed." They all always said to him.

Those who tried to befriend him, all were manipulated into hating him.

Through his parents, money, overpowering them and so much more to the point that Avan's life was a lonesome and a lonely road.

His whole life was controlled by these people.

The whole day passed by quickly and they were allowed to go out after 11:50 AM.

Avan went outside dragging his sword out and he was staying out in the field. He raised his sword and swung it.

People around him were laughing at his posture and how he swung it.

But no matter how much he tries, he's not powerful enough to carry the sword in a proper way. But he still swings it.

With all... his might.

He swings the sword as it was his own life hanging by a thread. He swings it for his mother.

Everyone ridiculed him, but several people wanted to approach him and help him. But the fear of the stronger students bullying it for that made them retreat.

"Avan, swinging that hunk of a sword again? When will you give up?" A voice of a man was behind him.

Avan looked back for a second and continued on with his training. "Meno. Leave me alone."

"I still don't understand why you swing that sword. Its been ten years Avan, you still swing it like before. You never get stronger. Just pick up a dagger or a normal sword instead of a great sword."

"This is the fastest way... to get stronger." Avan was just swinging his sword not minding the people that was around him. "Hard work will pay off."

"Hard work huh... You've been swinging that metal for about ten years now, I wonder where's that hard work you have." Meno waited for Avan's response but he was left without a response. "You damn bastard!"

Meno was about to cast magic, but his friend, "Meno! The rules!"

"Tsk. Damn it." He stopped his spell casting and the mana around him calmed down.

"Hmph." Avan continued swinging his sword.

But his existence was something that was offensive for Meno to take. "Through the creation of the world, born with mana, it shall also end with mana." That phrase suddenly made everyone shiver in fear as he spoke those words. "I Meno Scivigan, shall declare a duel against Avan Neidleest."

Avan stopped swinging his sword and the feeling of pain was already going throughout his body. Yet his eyes showed no fear. "I Avan Neidleest, accepts this duel."