Chapter 5 - Welcome to Pendragon Academy [2]

Aurora Gladius POV

'This year's students are pretty good, we have several God Bloods this year, and all of them have been placed under me. Although it's a pain, someone needs to keep them under control. And my family is one of the more prestigious ones, and I'm also pretty damn strong so I can teach them without much worries.'

Then the door opened, and in came a boy. He black black hair and a pair of dull red eyes, his face was rather handsome. He was also fairly tall and was pretty muscular for a 15 year old. He was also exuding a level of killing intent that shouldn't be coming off such a young child. And his eyes, they were cold, he must have seen many horrors, no for eyes like that. He must've have committed many atrocities himself. They were the eyes of someone who truly had nothing, I truly pitied the boy. Another interesting thing about him was his demeanor, he held himself like a King, he must he some sort of rich kid huh? Honestly, kids these days really do try to look cool huh?

I noticed that some of my students were shivering, and some had even broke out into cold sweat. "That's enough don't you think? You've already shown what you're capable of."

I thought he'd simply retracted his killing intent, then I felt something completely incomparable to killing intent. I could barely notice its strength, but I could feel it's rage and unbridled brutality that came from it. I immediately released my own pressure but I brought it down to around [D-] so as to not kill anyone. After all, pressure from an [S] rank could easily kill someone who was [D] or below.

I used my Mana to lessen the pressure on the other students, in the middle of all this chaos came in another student. It was a girl this time, I knew her. She was supposed to be someone who could become rather troublesome, because she was a descendent of the Angels.

It was Angelica Godhart.

Reinhardt POV

I retracted my pressure as soon as Angelica came in, after all I didn't want to scare her too much. I didn't want to traumatise the poor girl after all, and I don't want to show off too much. I need to save Phase 2 as a trump card, if I use that, it'll be troublesome. The same goes for my Unique Skills, Angelica did see [God Step] and I did use [God Speed] in the city. I don't think Angelica will go around telling people, and although it's rare, it isn't all too uncommon to see people running that fast now adays with things like Mana and skills, so no one should cause a fuss. I need to hide most of power, at least until the massacre of Pendor, that event is what truly made everyone attempt to get stronger. And that's where many will die, and it's when the demons and demon bloods will make their move and try to take down the protagonist and the God Bloods. After all, they want to take down the people in the Academy with the most potential to cause problems. And as I am right now, I'll survive but if they notice the full extent of my power, they'll likely send in stronger forces to take care of me.

'The teacher might hate me now, but I can fix that later on. After all, she was a good person who would admit her mistakes. But if I was to look weak, those young masters type bastards would try to use me as a stepping stone of sorts. Oh? Angelica's here? It's unfortunate that she's a main character, I'd have had quite a good laugh from poking fun at her. And now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have used [God Step] or [God Speed] since I'm out of Mana already. Well whatever.'

"I will take a register now, so everyone sit down and for the love of God, retract your killing intent."

I nodded her way and sat myself, surprisingly enough. Angelica sat next to me, probably because I was the only who was properly acquainted with her. Aurora took the register, in the mean time. I took a good look at her, she was a rather tall woman. She had long black hair tied into a pony tail along with eyes green eyes that seemed like they were filled to the brim with knowledge. She had a rather curvaceous body, even more so than Angelica. She was also wearing a suit along with a pair of high heels, it gave off this mature air, I'm guessing a whole bunch of the female students will look up to her. Especially since she looks so dependable.

After she took the register someone ran into the classroom, the original protagonist this world. The man with the system and the dude who would have a harem in the future, Elijah Hunter. I thought of his name on the spot and kinda went with it.

Elijah was a bit shorter than I was, he was also handsome, like really handsome. After all, I gave him [A+] rank charm, his build was rather lean and muscular, it was probably from all the training he did to get stronger. After all, his main goal was the death of as many demons as possible, but he was also compassionate enough to help people weaker than him. He's also mature enough to know he can't save everyone, and he's also capable of killing. Honestly, as a person he's better than me, I'm not sure whether or not I could kill someone without the aid of [Monarch's Wrath] and its honestly embarrassing to have a 15 year old who's more mature than me.

Elijah proceeded to apologise for being late, Aurora then warned him not to be late next time or else it'd be a problem, but she let him off since it was our first day. We then went over basic stuff like what us and isn't allowed in school. According to Aurora, today was just us going into the training room and freely practicing so she could get a feel for our strength.

Today classes would end early so we could head to the student dorms and get better acquainted with each other. I had expended almost all of Mana earlier so I wouldn't be able to enhance myself. But, I'd probably fine just practicing normal swings. Since my [Dragon King Style] is incomplete, I'm guessing I'll need to practice it more, but I'm not sure what in fucks name I meant to practice.

I'll materialise Ragnarok at a later time, I don't particularly want to show off something as powerful as that without any real reason. And I'm not sure I could make up a sensible excuse as to why I have such a sword.

We then proceeded to head to the training room, we were told to just find our own little spot and just do whatever we normally did for practice. I didn't know what to practice, I found my own little area.

I sat down cross legged, and I poured all my concentration into Ragnarok, I was basically just hoping for the best. I felt the world around me become distant, I was taken into a new world, It seemed like my 'hoping for the best' tactic worked perfectly.

I then saw a man with a sword. The same sword as me, I for whatever reason knew who he was, he was the Grand Master of the [Dragon King Style], he was the progenitor of my swordsmanship style, I then saw him perform each and every one or th forms of the [Dragon King Style].

He then looked at me, "So, you're the person who's inherited this sword? I am the Grand Master of the [Dragon King Style] which you have inherited. I have shown you all the forms of my swordmanship, I don't know why you've sought out this sword. Nor do I care, for you are now the disciple of Grand Master Dragoth. Sit down here and have some tea, listen to this old man's story. Don't worry about what's going on in the outside world, since this is all in your mind only a second or so will pass in the real world."

I nodded towards the old man, the old man had a beard that could probably strangle me if he wrapped it around my neck. His build exuded nothing but power, but his presence was like flowing water. Although he was strong enough to kill me with a single strike, I felt strangely calm when I sat myself beside him.

"Green tea or Red tea? Or are you one of those strange people who enjoy coffee?"

I chuckled a bit, "Green tea please, I don't think it'd be very fitting to drink coffee in this scenario."

The Grand Master stroked his wonderfully long beard a bit before smiling my way, he then proceeded to pull out a Japanese style cup filled with green tea from out of nowhere. My master then spoke after taking a sip from his tea.

"When the demons first came, they simply watched us. Those grotesque things were enjoying our shock and fear, they used those massive bat like wings to fly above and look down at us with those condescending eyes. When they first attacked, we could only watch as they things like bullets simply bounced off of them. And occasionally we could pierce their bodies only for them to regenerate, we were all forced into a corner. Then came the 5 heroes, they pushed back the demons, I'm sure you know that much."

His tone changed, before it was the tone of an old man talking about his struggles. Now, it was the voice of a man who had seen atrocities that no one should see. His voice was filled with bottomless malice that could make demons look like angels. But for some reason I wasn't scared, all I felt was pity.

"I was a Swordsman even before the existence of Mana, I lived a happy life with my wife and daughter. We all despised the demons yet we tried our best to help anyone we could, but then the demons had an idea. They tried to turn us against each other, one of my disclipes became a Demon Blood. He made a contract for strength, he went on a rampage destroying whatever he saw and he was smiling the entire time. He didn't have an ounce of remorse."

The old man started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks, "My wife and daughter, he was laughing when he crushed their skulls and that wasn't enough for him! The bastard tore their already dead bodies in half! My lovely family died for no reason and I couldn't even help them. Then a hero came and stopped him, my disciple was killed. But that wasn't enough, I wanted to kill every demon in existence. I wanted to tear them in half like they did with my family. The day after they died, I developed the ability to use Mana. It turned out that sword styles and weapons like swords enhanced with Mana were more effective than guns, mainly because quite a few demons were faster than bullets, but also because it was easy for them to heal from things that weren't enhanced by Mana. After finding I out that my sword's style was effective against demons, I spent years hunting Demons and Demon Bloods killing them in horrible and painful ways, well, until I encountered a Count ranked Demon."

He took a breath before continuing,

"I was forced to my limits and the Demon left while laughing saying I wasn't worth killing. I went into a cave to recuperate and there I found Raganrok. After I recuperated, I sought out the Count ranke Demon. It took all my power but I killed the Demon, but by the end of it, my body was completely broken"

He stroked his beard as if reminiscing of the past,

"I always wanted to pass on this sword style of mine to a worthy person. I forced myself to go back to the cave where I first found Ragnarok, there I found a beast, a wolf was residing there. I used the last of my Mana to store my memories and swords style in to this sword, because I had a feeling that it wouldn't allow anyone who wasn't worthy to wield it. And since you can use it, you are worthy to use this sword, and as such you have inherited my sword. After I injected my memories into the sword, the wolf came at me. I used the last of my strength to stab it, it took a bite out of my body. I died, I don't know about the giant wolf though."

His tone changed, it changed into that of a grandfather warning his grandchild not do the same stupid things that he did in his youthz

"Let me tell you this, you seem like the type of person to do the same things I did. So that's why, I beg of you, don't turn into a monster. At the end of my life, I could no longer call myself human, I was probably just as bad as the Demons. So please, don't end up like me, I don't want another one of my discliples to die a monster. Your body isn't human, I can tell that much, but your mind, let that remain human. That's the only condition I will ask you to fulfill as the successor of the [Dragon King Style]."

I nodded towards my master, even though I'm closer to being a Fenrir than human. I also don't want to die a monster or a beast. I felt the world around change once more, I felt myself go back to reality. Just before I left I said, "Thank you, master." With the utmost sincerity, when I opened my eyes I was back. Everyone was still doing what they were doing before, I glanced at the clock. Just as master said, only a second truly passed within the real world...