the man give the bags to ben , gwen and athina . " kids ! your uniforms and weapons in the bag ! see in the 1 year combact sectionclass !". the car start moving inside the school . all member staring at car curiously . ben ask " why is every one look us differently . the man say " cause the you came master SAM car ! none the students saw him before ".
"ohoooo !" ben gwen and atina in unison .
the man asked , " is young master alex wake up !".
" he was fine ! we are missing him " then ben was confusion " wait why young master alexander !".
the man laughed and say " you don't know ! this school was found by samul foster cane ! the white lightning swordsmen !. his only family are xander foster cane the major share holder of brave industrys and his only son is ... !"
" alexander foster cane son xander foster cane and only family of samuel of foster cane !" gwen said
"that the point ! i heard he was new to this place and injured ! i wish him get well soon " , man said with worried face .
ben say " ok ! i wish same for than idiot !".
athina said " why did they three member just wear simple cloths and playing chilling like lazy bums !"
the man say " master sam ! just a man with simplicity he don't care needless things !".
ben say " yep ! same go to alex ! he always wear simple and free cloths !".
The car rolled to a stop in front of the academy's grand entrance. Gleaming statues lined the way, students turned to stare, and whispers filled the air.
Ben groaned.
"Hey, uh… can you maybe drop us off somewhere less... shiny? All this attention? Not our thing."
The driver nodded and took a turn, slowing near an older section of the campus — mossy stone buildings, fewer eyes. More peace.
He parked near an ivy-covered structure and waved them out.
As the doors opened, a tall boy stepped forward, waiting with a clipboard and a practiced smile.
"Welcome! I'm your escort to orientation. You must be the new recruits."
Ben slung his bag over his shoulder and leaned in, dead serious.
"Cool. But first — please take us somewhere with food. And showers. In that order."
The boy laughed, eyes wide with surprise.
"Why are you guys drenched and sweating like you wrestled a dragon?"
Athina smirked, brushing damp hair from her face.
"We just got back from Devil's Class."
Gwen chuckled, flopping onto a nearby bench.
"Yeah, but I'd rather be sweating with Alex, honestly."
The boy's eyes sparked with curiosity.
"Wait, wait—that Mr. Attention-Seeker? So the rumors were true? He's coming back?"
Ben raised an eyebrow.
"Why does that matter?"
The boy's voice dropped a bit, cautious.
"Because… a lot of people are planning to lay hands on him."
Ben barked out a laugh.
"Then they better bring a body bag — for themselves. You mess with Alex, you regret it."
"Why's that?" the boy asked, half-intrigued, half-unbelieving.
Athina leaned in, voice cool and sharp.
"Do you guys even have a berserker on campus? Someone who fights like a lunatic, no fear, no mercy — like he was born to burn through armies?"
The boy shook his head slowly.
"No way. Disciplinary squad and the Ace team would lock anyone like that up."
Ben grinned, wide and wicked.
"Then get ready. In a few days, this school's gonna have one. And he's already turned a full Z+ security team into paste."
Gwen added with a sly smirk,
"Goston Security Mercenaries. Search their medical records. ICU's full of broken ribs and bruised egos."
The boy guided them to the showers.
Ben, Gwen, and Athina went in, washed off the sweat and dust of Devil's Class, and changed into their fresh school uniforms.
When they stepped back outside, a student was already waiting for them — tall, friendly, and clearly in a rush.
"Hey guys! We're gonna be late for class," he said with a grin.
Ben casually grabbed his bag and walked beside him, with Gwen and Athina following close.
They passed through the pristine hallways until the boy pushed open a large classroom door.
Inside, a sea of students from various countries turned toward them — young, talented, and all around their age. Ben, Gwen, and Athina headed straight for the last bench, trying to stay low-key.
A tall lecturer entered and walked up to the dais, holding a stack of papers.
"Alright, kids," he said in a crisp voice. "We'll begin with introductions."
Ben sighed.
"Great. There goes our cover."
The trio stood and made their way to the front.
Ben went first.
"Hey everyone! I'm Ben Wheeler. My father is Ethan Wheeler. Nice to meet you all."
Next, Gwen stepped forward confidently.
"Pleasure to meet you! I'm Gwen Windall Oskar. My father is Johnathan Windall Oskar."
A collective murmur rippled across the room. Whispers broke out, jaws dropped — some students clearly recognized the names.
Then Athina stepped up, her voice calm but heavy with weight.
"I'm Athina Brave Rosana. My parents were hunters… they lost their lives on duty. I live with my uncles now."
Silence fell, respectful and somber.
The lecturer glanced down at his sheet.
"There's supposed to be a fourth student. Alexander Foster Cane?"
Ben smacked his forehead, frustrated.
The murmurs exploded again — louder this time.
"Sir," Ben said quickly, trying to calm the chaos. "Alex is injured. He can't attend right now. I believe Master Sam already informed you."
The lecturer nodded thoughtfully.
"Understood. You may sit wherever you like."
They returned to their seats — but all eyes were still locked on them.
Especially the empty space beside Ben.
The storm had a name. And it hadn't even arrived yet.
—
Class dragged like a rusted chain. Equations, history, training modules — all a blur.
The trio sat through it, silently begging for the bell to save them.
Finally, it rang.
Ben stood first, groaning like a man escaping prison.
"Ugh. That was painful. Mental torture should be illegal."
They walked out of the academy gates, squinting at the sunlight — and there it was again.
The same car. Sleek. Expensive. Screaming "we're important."
Parked right in front like it owned the place.
Ben threw his hands up.
"Seriously? This 'Master-class Royal Tour Bus' again? Can't we just blend in like normal people?!"
Gwen laughed. "Since when have we ever been normal?"
Athina shrugged. "At least the seats are soft."
They climbed in. Doors shut with a hiss. Engine purred like a beast ready to roll.
As the car started moving, heads turned.
Students from every corner of the courtyard stopped to stare.
Some wide-eyed.
Some whispering.
Some glaring.
Ben slouched in the seat, staring out the tinted window.
"They keep looking like that... I'm gonna start charging admission."
But beneath the jokes, they all felt it.
The tension. The weight. The whisper of a name not yet spoken aloud.
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After half an hour of silent driving, the car finally rolled to a stop — right in front of a massive, run-down warehouse.
Ben, Gwen, and Athina stepped out, squinting at the old building.
"This it?" Ben muttered.
They pushed open the creaky doors — and froze.
Inside was a completely different world:
Training grounds stretched endlessly. Weighted dummies lined the walls.
Rusty swords. Kick bags. Scuffed floors that had seen a thousand wars.
In the center, Sam and Xander sat at a long metal table, scanning files.
Ben stormed in and shouted,
"Hey, old man! Why are you making us look like royal clowns?!"
Sam didn't even flinch.
He glanced up at Ben and calmly asked,
"What's messed up?"
Ben threw his hands in the air.
"You announced us to the whole school! Rolling in with your fancy relic of a car! People think we're some elite circus act! Just get us a normal ride, man!"
Sam frowned slightly.
"What's wrong with the car? That baby's a legend. Super speed, custom jumper springs... smoother than a luxury bed on clouds."
Xander didn't even look up from the files.
"Ben," he said flatly, "Save the complaints for dinner. This is training time."
He pointed toward the racks of swords.
"Now walk inside. Pick a blade. And swing horizontally — a thousand times."
They stepped forward.
And instantly — the gravity shifted.
It hit them like a punch to the chest.
Twice as heavy.
Every movement felt like swimming in syrup. Breathing was a chore. Walking? Nearly impossible.
Sam's voice echoed:
"No more slacking. Train first. Then we talk."
Ben gritted his teeth, pulled his sword from the bag, and unsheathed it.
They all tried to lift their swords — and failed.
Their arms shook.
Muscles screamed.
The blades felt like they were forged from black holes.
Their bodies refused to obey. Sweat poured down. Limbs trembled.
Xander stood and approached them silently.
"You don't even know what you're doing," he said, disappointment heavy in his voice.
Without effort, he picked up a simple wooden stick — one-handed.
He took his stance.
Tall. Controlled. Centered.
Then — he swung.
One single horizontal strike.
The air cracked.
A forcewave exploded from the swing, knocking Ben, Gwen, and Athina off their feet like ragdolls.
They hit the ground hard, gasping.
Ben groaned, "Come on! We don't even know the basics!"
Xander stared them down with calm eyes.
"Then start learning," he said.
"Try mastering the Heavenly Slash of Tomodo Kutsuki."
He stepped back into position.
Both hands on the stick.
Elbows relaxed. Sword-point eye level.
He exhaled.
Then — a slow, precise horizontal swing.
Just before the motion finished —
BOOM.
A sonic wave of compressed air erupted.
The sword returned to its original position as if it never moved.
Ben, Gwen, and Athina stared in shock.
The air itself felt... shattered.
The silence that followed was deafening.
And in that moment, they understood:
They were standing at the foot of monsters.
And they had a long, painful climb ahead