It have been 13 years since Sora and Roland incident. Sora was grounded for a week doing every chores even the ones that involved heavy log lifting. Roland on the other was spared after his discovery of his inherited magic ability. He train to use his magic with the help have his dad. Their friends slowly spread apart as the difference between continued to expand. Sora had his wit and agile skill but no experience with a sword or magic. Roland fought his own dad who went easy on him and taught him everything he knows. Both had the same goal to go to seren academy. One of the 7 schools that teaches magic and physical attack to defend against evil. Each school specializes in a brand of magic or physical attack like sorcery, enchantments, or swordplay, hand to hand. This particular school balance magic and physical attack. It firmly believes that you can't rely on just one thing.It was simple to get in. All you had to was display you skill in front of everyone and panel of judges. All the judges are looking for is that you know the basic so the school can build on it. Roland would have no trouble getting in but Sora lacks any skill. Sora does have a goal and determination…so nothing can stop anyone with those two thing.
Place: common market
“Ah good to see you again Sora!” A merchant said with a smile staring at the young teen before him. Sora was wearing soft grey t shirt and black and white shorts. “Hey, how business going?” “Decent I suppose. You can make it better if you bought something.” The merchant laugh hardly making Sora giggle. “It just so happen that I finish a mission. So I got some spare coin.” This peak the merchant interest. “Oh~ what would you like? And what was your mission about.” The merchant jester to his stand which had a little of everything, Weapons, item, and jewelry. Sora always had overly dramatic stories that were ridiculous. Sora looked over stand tell his story. “I fought a horrible clawed rare fur beast. It was so fast that you could of compared it to a ninja. The mission was to simply capture it.” The merchant laugh know that was an exaggerated truth. “You mean the sweet kitty belonging to ms. Terisk.” “That cat is not friendly.” Sora said confirming what the merchant already know. “Anyway I need a new sword.” Sora said “another one?! Man you make blacksmith really work. Happen to the last one?”
Sora thought about the last couple swords he had. The first was given to by his dad and he lost it while running from bees. The second one throw after being cornered by wolves. When he bump the tree a dead branch fell along with an active beehive. The bees stung both Sora and the wolves. The third melted after Sora tried to use a fire spell. The fourth which lasted the longest broke after cutting a tree while combining his agile ability.
“It broke from training…” “um I bet you lost it” that comment hit Sora ego like an arrow to the knee. “Sword please.” Sora said wanting to leave now making the merchant laugh. He knew what did but wasn't going to push it. “10 copper and I'll throw in this book. A guy gave it to me after losing a bet. I don't know anything about books” the merchant said. They made their exchange. “Thanks” Sora said attaching the sheath to his back with the sword inside. The sword was the most common sword anyone one can buy or make. The book was tattered and pretty much falling apart with the spine nearly destroyed. He place the book inside his olive green string backpack. He walk back to his house taking the dirt path wore in by mounts and merchants taking the same path. He passed some merchant carts and they gave him the stink eye. It was understandable that they didn't know if he was bandit or not. It just safe to say that they were paranoid and cautious to protect their goods.
Sora stops in front of house in a small community town, a short distance away from the downtown market area. The house was two story tall and relatively small. The bottom section consists of the living room, kitchen and bathroom. The top floor was the actual living area with two bedrooms and a master bedroom and storage space. The house was surrounded by a stone fence giving it an country feel.
Sora walked inside passing a family picture of him when he was younger. It was him sitting on his dad shoulder smiling and his brother with a unamused crossed arm express. It was like you could read his thought about that moment in time… the moment was pointless. There was another picture with his brother and dad taking a picture in their unseal sword state. His brother summon weapon was twin hook swords while his dad was the chain up arthro beast form. Sora sigh seeing it since his ability has yet to be discovered. He tried using magic but it fizzle out and swing a sword isn't really something you would call swordsmanship. There was smell in the air of cooking meat. Sora pass through the house and exiting the house following the scent through the back door. He see his dad cooking a massive cleaned dead monster bird. “Hey, son. I literally brought home the bacon.” Sora shake his head ashamed of his Dad's attempt of a pun. He stares at it long razor sharp beak and curved claws. “Yeah, but it take forever to cook.” “So, it will be delicious and worth the wait.” He said says before taking big whiff of the cooking meat and drooling thinking about how amazing it will taste. “Fine. I'll be back later then.” “Remember to try to strengthen your blade with magic to reinforce it.” His dad said reminding him of technique that he taught him. Sora rolled his eyes tired of his dad persisting on him practicing magic in some way.
Sora walks off to a wooded area that had different elevation caused by flooding of small creek. It was the perfect terrain for training of all kinds. The green leaves rattle in the slight breeze. Sora weave through the tree to get to his training spot. He less than five minutes he stop in front a dead tree with dozens of cuts in it. Sora draw his sword by the guard. When it was fully out he quickly twist his hand grabbing the handle and swings the sword in a diagonal motion. “One strike slash, that gonna happen today” Sora said setting a goal for himself. Sora stare at the tree with determination. He hold his sword using a Japanese technique of holding the sword low and to the side ready for a slashing or parrying motion. Sora focus his magic on his sword remembering what his dad said. “Breathe. Channel your magic through your sword like an extension of your body. Imagine what the blade can do and apply it.” As Sora was going through the steps his sword glowed blue with an aura surrounding the blade. The aura was wobbly and unstable. Sora ran forward quickly while the aura was still applied. -thud- The aura shattered before it make contact with a tree. The sword simply chop into the tree getting stuck. “Gah, not again” Sora groan as he pulls the sword out with some difficulties. Sora walk back to his previous spot to try again. Thirty minutes past and Sora was leaning against the tree sweating and exhausted. His mana was low because he doesn't how to limit it and his muscle ache from pulling his sword out of the so many times. Above him his sword was stuck a tenth of the way into the tree. He grin looking through the flashback in his mind analyzing it. He was getting close to getting his timing right even though the aura was still weak and unstable. Sora pulled the book the merchant just gave him. He hold and read the title “the gods in need” “wait, I remember this book.” Sora read on happy to have the book.
It was a tell of a young boy being chosen by the gods for his courage and righteous spirit despite the setback in his life. The god combine their powers to form a weapon, the first summon weapon created. To use it full power the boy had to unlock the power sealed inside. It was a safety measure to see if the power would corrupt the boy. All the gods wanted was to kill a god that killed another god for power and became tainted turning into the first hollow. This particular god was the god of time and his brother the god of space. The time god kill and absorb his brother power through corruption. The gods tried to handle it but the new god of space and time was too powerful. So they band together to form a weapon that was more powerful than the power of space time. They chose a warrior from a small civilization who has seen evil but remained untainted with revenge or fear. A warrior with a heart of pure gold. This warrior that the gods call a champion to wield their combined powers, was just a child turning 12. A child had the power of imagination to use their power in an unexpected way catching the corrupt god off guard.The lore extended far beyond the book. This battle was known to be the foundation for the first summon weapon, first hollow, and first usage of magic.
“You sure do come here alot!” A girl voice piped in as sora was ready the action part of the book. He looked to see a elf girl. Typical for elfs she wore a green clothes with something symbolizing nature, and pointy ear. But unlike a normal elf she prefer the more honorable ways of close combat than the gift of magic. She carry wooden staff made from an ancient oak tree crave with elvish symbols. “Yeah, I trying to cut the dead tree in half just like my dad. But the aura is unstable so it keeps breaking before contact. What about Sonya?” Sora said closing the book and placing it back in his bag. “I'm an elf. I like to commune with nature. But when I someone chopping away…” she glares at him “I was ready to touch them a lesson. But it just you” she said poking fun at him. “What is that supposed to mean?!” He sound hurt even though he glad that she didn't give him a thrashing. Sonya giggle from his response. “Still want to get into the academy?” “You already know it” “yeah, but I want to hear you say it. You know third times is the charm”
A snake like creature with a human torso has standing with a clipboard in the middle of an arena. The naga snake half is a crimson red with a amber under belly while wearing black shirt with a snake coils around the shirt in jungle green. He had Blonde hair with a large portion of his hair sticking out, making him like a lazy sleepoholic. Honestly bed head or cow licks are extremely hard to get rid of even with magic...so he tried before coming which didn’t show. Stone seats surrounded the arena like a colosseum for spectators to watch and study their future opponents. “Alright, candidates. Rules are simple I'll a golem. Do as much damage as possible. Any damage you take from magic drains your stamina for future reference. So if you plan to use a weapon it has to be the school's practice weapons. You'll be judge by our judges depending on method of damage...sora what are you doing here?” The naga sigh seeing sora...again. “Well to try again. You know more than I do. That there is no limit to how many times I can do this.” Sora grin throwing a peace sign knowing he was right. “Do I have to remind you what happen last couple times.” the naga warn trying to get the hint across. “Nah, I'll be fine~” sora gave a goofy grin not taking the hint seriously. The naga sigh hoping it didn't come to this...“remember the first time. You got your weapon stuck in its sheath. Afterward drawing it you lost your grip tossing it then you got beat around till i stop the match. The second time you tripped and you killed yourself impaling yourself on your own sword. Your lucky that it was a mana sword or that could’ve been a different story.” The naga recounting sora attempts. A couple of the candidates laugh hearing the accounts “I've never used a mana weapon before and my shoes are tied now!” Sora defended feeling embarrassed hear a couple people in the crowd tried to hide their laughter. “Fine, third time's the charm.” The naga sigh before smiling seeing sora determination. He hope sora will pass so he can teach him something. “Let’s get start!” the naga slam his hand on the ground and summoning circle appear glowing on the ground. The ground shook as rocks rolled and climb on each other to form a bulky rock golem. It eyes glowed, and took up a ready battle position. One by one fighter challenge the golem. Ultimately they failed to do any real damage to the stone surface. They did show some promise that could be built up later with proper teaching and training. A guy steps with an aura that says that this is going to be easy. This guy was a normal human with stocky build with husky build to put in soft term. He work a wore baggy monk style pants and prayer beads around his wrists. On the prayer beads at individual letter from a foreign land. He had walnut brown hair that was slick back. Some people giggle seeing the fat ass jiggle as he walks up to fight the golem think this was going to be a funny fight. The golem charges at him while the guy stood still with his eyes closed concentrating. As the golem gets close the guy fat transform into intense bulky muscles. When the golem goes for the obvious punch, the guy side steps it pulling a fist back. He launches his fist forward into the golem stomach. At first it seemed like it did nothing till the golem was blown back into pebble size pieces 3 seconds later. A unusual glowing stone stop faded and rolled among the rumble. The guy let out a sigh and his body return to it normal pudgy state. “Impressive that you didn’t use magic and destroyed my golem. That’s some raw power. What your name?” the naga praised him from his accomplishment. “Dai, thank you master” he said before bowing in a respectful manner before leaving and sat down amongst the crowd. People asked how he did that, what his secret, where he learn to do that, and everything to uncover his power even trying to bribe him when he wouldn’t budge. “Sora, you’re the last. Do your best!” the naga said summoning another golem. Sora cheer as everyone giggle this was going to a funny fight thinking they were going to see a ragdoll fight. The sora take up a sword standing in front of the golem ready for his chance. Sora drew the mana sword and it was a sword handle since it wasn’t energized with magic yet. Sora concentrate his mana to his hands flowing it into the sword handle creating a blue solid blade edge, now looking like science fiction lightsaber. The mana edge was wobbly and doesn’t look like could do any damage. The golem charges like it has done before with the same attack pattern. Sora didn’t try to dodge like all the other. He point blade done to took up a defense posture and took the impact of the golem punch. Sora was pushed back to the wall from the force of the impact. Everyone giggle think he was more of an idiot for taking the force. Sora smile staring at the blade edge that wasn’t broken. That was a test for himself to see if the blade he created would take the impact. Sora stare the golem thinking he could show off his skills with his agile ability and his mana enforcement that he normally use on his sword. Sora run up and slide under a incoming punch. He rebound quickly and takes up a fencing position as it try to locate him. Sora let loose a series of strikes barely chipping the stone. Sora eyes spot the glowing core of the golem, a elemental weak spot through the cracks that was created from the strikes. The golem sense his core being exposed and quickly turning only its midsection and counter with a right hook. It caught sora by surprise sending him flying and hitting him against the wall. With the core expose the golem went into a defensive mode. Sora tried to speed to get behind it but it rotating it midsection facing sora the whole time. He tried to slide again but the golem lower itself to the ground block him. The golem grab sora and toss him to the edge of the ring. Sora thought about his option of what not working to come up with a new plan. Through observation he knows the core is it’s flaw, it’s a non-living creature so it not bound by restrictive ligaments and tendon so it can compensate for it slow movement, and lastly he looked at his injuries from his failed attempts. He covered in dirt and had a couple scratches from the counters which the nurse can easily heal. Sora breathes thinking that going behind or going under doesn’t work, then you go above. Sora had a flashback about the technique his dad taught him. Sword can be sharpened on stone grinding it on the surface and mana can be sharpened in the same way. Sora been trying to grind his mana with his mana by forcing to go in two different direction which actually counteracts each other before the impact. He know he doesn’t have to mana control to actual use his father technique properly and he can’t just going around in circles just to be thrown back. Sora sheath his weapon signing knowing what to do next. “awe giving up so soon. I was enjoying you getting knocked around.” a guy said in a mocking manner. “Nah, i’m sharpening my blade.” sora said smiling back at him earning a piss look and a looking away tsk. Sora hold up the sheath horizontal channeling his mana into the sheath. The sheath glowed a blue aura with it wobbly nature. Sora quickly held to his side and charges forward at sprinting speed. The golem ready at right punch and throws forward at him. Sora jump on the golems arms and ran up it. He jumps up from the shoulder straight up. He did a backflip looking like a ninja orienting himself for a final blow. Sora grabs the handle and channel his mana into the blade inside while channeling his mana through the sheath. He drews it quickly grinding the two mana covered surfaces together. Sora blade was buzzing like a chainsaw from his mana. All he had to do at this point was to maintain the whirling aura. The golem couldn’t counter at the attack which it hasn’t experince yet. Sora slam his sword down holding it sturdily allowing the aura to slice through the rocky shoulder and down. Somehow the golem remain to stay together even after being sliced. Everyone was flabbergasted seeing a blade slice through stone but after a few second were second guessing themselves. Maybe the attack fail and was more of a last minute bluff. The golem turn to attack but its eyes stop glowing as mana leaves its body. The golem crumbles into a pile of rumbles and the cherry on top was the golems core sliced in half. “Well, someone learned from their mistakes.” the naga says. Sora turning to retaliate the remark but was with a proud smile as the snake helps him. “This ends the entry test. Sora, and dai congrats on defeating my golem by destroying its core. Everyone else perform spectacularly and passed. I can’t wait to help you expand your skill and talent, as a teacher that is my job. Now go home and rest. Your class will start tomorrow at 7. Don’t be late.” the naga said dismissing the group. Sora contained his excitement yet disappointed that he couldn’t start right away.
After the group was dismiss sora went to the nurse to treat his scratches and bruises from being knocked around. From the shadow a figure frown having see the whole group fight. But the figure was more interested in sora fight. “Sora, you idiot. Magic is to dangerous for an idiot.” the figure step out to reveal roland, that has watch the whole fight. Roland goes to class thinking about his friend being in danger again like when he was a kid.