SWORD

Sword. The Academy every awakened is forced to attend. More than 10% of students die from its cutthroat environment and the hells that lie beneath its surface. Without talent, those below average don't survive beyond a month. [Grade F] "Oh fuck... I'm the 10%" The worst of the worst. That was me. "Well, it looks like it's time for plan B!" My only hope for survival came in the form of a class. A class so useless by normal means that its purpose serves no function in survivability. But it was perfect. Perfect for leeching off those better than me that is! "Let plan friendship begin!"