Chapter 1: Chapter 1

In a place called, Virian Town. A young man named Nolan Backster was reading a book on his bed and was about to flip the paper to the next page. But someone abruptly opened the door, and Nolan accidentally tore the page he was reading.

“Nolan!” Albeit came in while holding two wooden swords.

Albeit Nosility. Nolan's best friend since they were little.

“Let's spar- hm?”

The book's torn page was on Nolan's hand and Albeit knelt on the ground.

“I'm very sorry, Nolan! I forgot to knock before coming in!”

Nolan sighed heavily and closed the book. He leaped off from his bed and did some light stretches. “It's fine. I've read the book 10 times anyway,” he said.

“But still-”

“Albeit, it's fine. No need to feel bad about it.”

“Really?”

“But you need to pay me 15 Era, so I can buy a new one.”

Albeit frowned for a second and sighed. “Fine, I'll pay you tomorrow.”

“Speaking of tomorrow, aren't we going to the Tower to be a Wielder?”

“Oh, right!” Albeit grabbed Nolan's wrist. “Let's spar, so we can get a cool weapon tomorrow!”

“W-wait-”

Nolan didn't have time to continue his words and got dragged outside of his room. Both of them were almost at the door, but someone halted them.

“Where are you two going?” Nolan's mother asked while washing the dishes.

“Spar!” Albeit exclaimed.

“Okay, but don't take it seriously.”

“We won't,” Albeit answered and proceeded to drag Nolan outside the house.

At the back of the house. Albeit prepared his wooden sword and Nolan hesitated to hold his sword.

“You know, I'm not doing this just to be a Sword King, right?” Nolan said.

“Yeah, yeah. You always say that when we're having a spar.” Albeit positioned himself and dashed forward.

“Oh no,” Nolan thought.

2 minutes later. Nolan lost after receiving 3 hits on his body.

“You alright?” Albeit reached out his hand and Nolan took it, making him stand properly. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” Nolan said as he sighed afterward. “I lost, again... Cursed this weak body.”

“Hey, cheer up. I know you'll get a great weapon tomorrow. ”

“You think so?”

Albeit bobbed his head and smiled victoriously. “Let's do our best tomorrow!”

Nolan smiled a little. “Albeit, let's spar one more time!”

“Getting serious, are we? Sure! Let's do it again.”

Thus, Nolan lost 5 in a row that day...

On the following day. It was June 1st. Hence, all the 15-year-olds of the Zanchuer Kingdom went to a Tower, which was in the center of the Vastus Forest. There was an award ceremony for newcomers and for the ones who didn't receive a Divine Weapon last year.

“Whoa,” Nolan and Albeit exposed a star in their eyes, because of how wide the tower was. While thousands of weapons were floating in circles.

“This place is insane! I wonder what kind of Divine Weapon I'll get?” the others said.

“I can't wait to get mine!” the other one squealed.

“Welcome, everyone~” an old man's voice echoed, as everyone attempted to look up. There was an old man with a long beard, riding his long glowing sword while gliding down till he reached the floor. “I am the keeper of the Divine Weapons. You are gathered here to begin your new journey. To seek your future, know your potential, and fulfill your dreams. I wish you all to do your best at the Entrance Exam.”

Every weapon began to glow and floated down. Everyone grabbed the weapons that chose them.

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“This is so cool!” Albeit exclaimed and swung his Claymore.

Suddenly, their weapons began to glow. It was too bright and all of them shut their eyes. After the bright was gone, everyone saw a mark on their blades.

“Uhm, mister, why does my weapon has a chicken mark?” the girl asked.

“Why does mine have a tiger?” the boy scratched the mark.

“Each mark represents how strong you are,” the old man said. “There are four marks. The first one is Chicken. The weakest of all marks, the second is Tiger, the third is Eagle, and lastly, Dragon. The most powerful mark.”

“Nolan, what did you ge-”

Albeit stopped and cocked his head to the side. Wondering why Nolan was holding a Broken Hilt with a strange mark on the blade. Nolan just stared at his weapon that had a somewhat Hand mark on the blade.

“Why is mine broken? And what does this hand mark mean?” Nolan asked the old man with a sorrowful tone

The old man brushed his smooth beard with his hand, before lifting both of his shoulders. The rest of the people inside remained quiet but then, they burst out laughing at Nolan. Making him a laughing stock in front of them.

“Hahaha! This is why peasants don't deserve a weapon, hahaha!”

Nolan couldn't move a single muscle, couldn't talk back, nor look at them in the eye. Because of his embarrassment and scared. He felt useless and the dream he wanted was slowly fading away.

“Why am I so weak...” Nolan thought as the grip of his hand weakened. “I shouldn't have that kind of dream...”

The light faded to his mind, however, the light came back after hearing someone yell in anger.

“HEY!!”

Nolan snapped back and glanced at Albeit beside him.

“Don't you dare insult my friend!” Albeit yelled and everyone shivered from his aura.

“So, what? He's weak anyway.” the blonde boy that mocked Nolan first talked back. “Peasants will never be great~”

“What did yo-”

Someone's hand landed on Albeit's right shoulder, and it was none other than Nolan.

“Let's go home and show this to our parents,” Nolan smiled.

“But-”

“It's alright,” Nolan glanced at the blonde-haired boy. “Those who mock the others will regret it.”

Nolan walked to the exit and Albeit followed him.

“They're gonna pay,” the boy clenched his fist.

Outside the tower, Nolan and Albeit were on their way home, following the road toward the Virian town.

“Thanks, Nolan. If it wasn't for you, I could've loosed my cool back there.”

“No problem,” Nolan said, but the corner of his lips lowered. “But that was nerve-wracking! I've never talked back to a novel before.”

“Who cares? All they care about is money this, money that, money there! Right?”

Nolan chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I guess you're right.”

Their chat ended and the awkwardness lurked around them. All they could hear was the sound of their footsteps, rustling leaves, and the moaning wind.

Albeit glanced at Nolan's Broken Hilt. “So... How are you going to explain this to your parents?”

“The truth.”

“Okay..." Albeit tapped Nolan's back three times. “Good luck.”

“Stop!”

Nolan and Albeit turned around to see the kid who mocked Nolan first.

“Take back what you said earlier, peasant!” the boy pointed his Rapier to Nolan. “Or else, I'll challenge you to a duel!”

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