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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

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Magic

In a classroom with 9 trainees, a certain golden eyed man stood behind the podium, staring at the trainees pass friendly teases at Elfrida, who was blushing in embarrassment as she hid her face in between her arms crossed over the desk.

She wasn't even trying to retort, her condition was that bad.

Or,

She might just be thinking that it was better to stay silent than let the rumours turn a bit more embarrassing and aggressively excessive at her defiance.

Amidst of these trainees, though enjoying Elfrida's expressions and reactions, a pair of women had a hint of unsatisfactory expressions marring their expressions. These women were none other than Ethil, the Elven princess, and Jess, the heather eyed woman, whose background remained unknown.

Even though, Eadwulf Woottone, the chairman of the [Dreams Academy] stood in front of them, they didn't show any signs of fear or respect, much less acknowledging his existence.