Machtige Kling

(Elsewhere)

"JIBI…RICA… LORI GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!!!"

A boy and two girls suddenly emerge in front of an old-looking woman. the boy was a tad bit muscular with a small scar on his left cheek. He had brown hair and a weird looking earring. A pretty boy of sorts but his body says that he is strong enough to handle himself with one long rapier on his left side. He stood in the middle of two young girls.

One of the girls had short red hair with a sleeves tank top shirt. The girl had bluish eyes and a small nose with a bit of freckle to further beautify her petite physique. If she wasn't carrying that enormous looking greatsword which is heavier than her. One would think of here a cute looking doll.

The other girl was a tad bit taller than all the three she stood elegantly with her long emerald hair reaching to her waistline and a bust that would make every woman ogling her with envy and all man drowned in lust yet she didn't look hindered by their enormous size. she had a bit of a toned skin with nice-looking muscles nothing to hinder her feminine charm but just enough to show that she is well trained and well mannered. Her weapon was a gigantic glaive that she was holding behind her back.

"Yes, Mam. Sorry for being late." The boy spoke in curtsy trying not to offend the old woman.

The room they were in was looking like a library. A lot of books on shelves and even more scrolls all neatly organized and placed.

"I have information saying that an heir of the house of the thunder beast is participating this year grand tournament, this shouldn't be a problem to you but I just want to make clear that he is not to be underestimated even for being the first year."

"What? A first-year is participating in the grand tournament isn't that just plain dumb…are they out of contenders that they had to make a first-year enter, it's probably because of his clan that-"

"SILENCE. I told you do not underestimate them. The information said that that boy challenged their five monsters and managed to beat one of them into giving up his spot. He is strong enough, yet this is not all. They introduced a new policy this year, and because of it, it appears that three first-year students will participate."

The small girl interrupts" three? Well, I can't seem to understand the reason behind this. Shouldn't they do just like us choose the most powerful of the school and have them join the tournament, wouldn't this just lower their chances at winning or are they thinking that they can handle us with a handicap…that is clearly showing that they are the ones that underestimate us.

"Not exactly, as you, yourself are the first year and participating. Age is only a number. It is the experience and talent that makes a warrior. They with their fancy magic tricks and stupid light shows will know the weight of our Steel. And the sharpness of our fangs"

"I just want to meet a man that can quench my thirst for battle… all the scrawny looking dweebs are out with a hit or two, they never get my blood boil, only JIBI here is a challenge but his personality is a big no… why can't I find a good man wahhhh," the third girl stats that while trying to hold her tears.it seems that she had her share of failed romantic endeavors, but was rewarded with a scowl from the two young students and a sigh from the old woman.

"don't worry my dear it appears that they have added to their ranks a warrior even if they are a magic school it seems that it is the first time they introduced a warrior to their school but even so he is there to learn magic, it appears that he doesn't trust his skills enough so he tried to learn magic. Don't get your hopes up because a mage swordsman is weaker than both if not extremely skilled and skilled men are rare to find especially if they come from Alsa."

"But didn't you say they had that Ainz Greetman one of the Alsa beasts he should be enough if think I hope I get to meet him he might be a good man" starring into the sealing the girl couldn't help but to sigh at a dream that may not come true.

"So shameless…wanting a man for his brawns not his brains that is all you think about… even if they were the enemy tks tsk." The petit girl adds with a scowl expression.

"That is enough. Lori, my girl that swordsman is indeed strong but he is out of your league I hope that one day you truly meet someone worthy of your might, you have your life to live. Don't make your dreams lay with an old man with an old legacy. Find someone suitable to you my child you deserve it."

"Mhm."

"So is this why you called us Mam?" the boy said after everyone was silent for a few moments.

"No, it appears that beside Alsa, Alikh and Astora have their share of first-years joining. Unlike Alsa that uses the clan system, the nobles from the other countries have sent their heirs to participate in the new battles. Astora should be the one we have to watch out for as they won the last year's competition they will most likely use the same combination of the participant. Their strongest were second years now they are seniors and they still have the right to participate. I have given all the data on the participants from the different countries to the teacher that will handle your training this month. It should be an advantage because your skills are unknown to other countries. You will participate as a reserve and let the other seven from our school to take in the preliminary rounds and duels but you three must bring home victory."

"Yes Mam"

"Dismiss!"

A heartbeat after she ordered them to scatter they were not in sight, the three of them were personally trained by her and raised. They all came from poor up brings but with careful caring and good planning they grew up being fearsome and strong, days after days of gruesome training they became what they are now three prodigies in the art of war. None can hold a candle to them at her school. If the strongest 'normal student' at her school is a 10 the weakest of the three is a 100. Even if the normal students are strong enough to handle few tricksters and magic users these three were an exception. Any of them can fight on par with an elder and everyone knows that elders are the strongest fighting force within her country. If they were only of old enough age they will, without doubt, be titled, elders.

The woman was the headmaster of the Mächtige Klinge.a School-based on swordsmanship. After managing to take down the magic faction within Astarte, it was the blade that ruled in their country. Thus the Machtige Klinge became polar for a swordsman. Even the mighty Greetman and his rival Ousay Were once students of this school when both Alsa and Astarte were on a good term. If it only was not for that incident both of the sister countries would have thrived in prosperity.

Remembering old and forgotten memories the old woman stood from her seat reminiscing in the past long gone and swearing revenge on the bastards that took away all she had.