Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

'Now, this is too much. I can't prolong this fight anymore; I should've won in the starting few minutes. The water is over the head now! Okay, let's finish this with the next attack,' thought Roclus as he grinned internally.

Anya had backed off before so there was a distance between the two of them, Roclus stood straight facing Anya and held his sword tightly. He supplied his legs with strength and mana as he focused his mind, channeling his magical energy into the sword too.

"Magiken!!!" Roclus screamed. His sword released so much light that for a second he disappeared within it, then, as the light faded a short sword that was glowing in a sky blue color came into sight. The blade was totally dyed in light blue and the metal was not visible.

This was magiken, the technique this training session was meant for. Normally the students were ought to activate it as soon as the match began but he was Roclus, he was not like normal people who went with the flow.

Also, there was no need to scream magiken to activate it but he did, maybe this was the result of his youth and the hype to scream the name of the attack before performing it, something boys can relate to.

Then as he pointed his blue sword at Anya, without wasting any more time she also released her magiken. Her sword emitted a similar light but when the flash vanished, the sword that was in her hand was glowing in golden color.

"Hehe," the boy giggled upon seeing Anya's magiken, "Let's finish this!" he announced.

Then, with a roar, he blasted off from the ground in Anya's direction; leaving a dust cloud behind. Anya also dashed toward him; she had left the defense and was now going offensive. Maybe the time her classmates had told her to play around for was over now.

Both of them were coming at each other at insane speeds, leaving a ring of dust behind in their tracks.

They were in front of each other in less than a second—releasing the magiken has also increased their speed along with the attributes of the swords. Roclus swung his blade in a lower-left to upper-right motion and Anya moved her sword down in an upper-right to lower-left arc.

As the shining swords clashed with each other, a sound so loud was released that it resounded in the ear of every student present there.

***

Around half an hour before the interclass training session started, I and our class B was formally introduced to class A. We were told which student will face off against whom; basically, the order in which he had to go to the arena was revealed to us beforehand.

The class B students—while some of them already knew each other—were meeting with the class A students. We were in a hall-type room that was close with not even a window in it.

There were seats all around but no one was using them, except me, of course. Sitting in a corner of the room, I was observing the events unfold while reading a at the same time.

It was not fantasy fiction or anything, just a non-fiction inspired by a true story that happened here. I mean, this world was already based on a fantasy setting so the fiction books in my former world will be non-fiction in here.

Anyway, the book was just a way to kill time. Shifting my attention from the book I looked at the people present in the room. Students of all four classes were here along with their homeroom teacher.

Right now, Ryfin—our homeroom teacher—was having a conversation with the teachers of the other three classes. The homeroom teachers of classes D and A were females while the teachers of classes C and B were males.

I don't know if this was intentional but the academy was keeping the male-to-female ratio perfect.

The teachers of classes A and D were a beauty, both of them looked good and the girls in the academy were nowhere near them. The size of their balloons was big enough to grab the attention of a healthy teenage boy.

Though my eyes were focused somewhere else. Taking with Ryfin was a man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties—around the same age as Ryfin. He had short brown hair and a bit wide face and wore rectangular-shaped glasses.

He was laughing and having a talk with Ryfin while holding a glass of wine in his hands. His name was Challes Alderman; he was the homeroom teacher of class C.

'Surprisingly, this guy looks exactly like I imagined him while reading loli_pop's .'

Just as I thought this, a second later he looked in my direction. Noticing that I was also staring at him he passed me a smile and then returned to talking with Ryfin.

***

"Huff, huff…You're pretty good, ain't you?" Roclus said, panting as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

After exchanging blows with Anya for a while he came to realize that this battle was not going to be as easy as he expected.

He was now tired, anyone would be. He had clashed swords with magiken activated. That technique provided you with benefits if you're up against a normal sword user but keeping standing on your ground against someone who is using magiken too…that was a hard task.

When two magiken-enabled swords clashes against each other, small amounts of shock waves are released and the pressure which falls upon the body of the wielder increases heavily.

To fight with someone who is using magiken too, one needs to have a good amount of experience and the knowledge of how much pressure falls upon the body.

If one has that information and has trained his body accordingly, only then one will be able to fight on equal terms against an opponent with magiken in their arsenal.

Though the first-year students didn't have that information, this was even the first time they were facing this backlash. But that's what this training session was for; to give them the experience of what it's like to face magiken with magiken.

"Sorry, but I'm going to end this now," said Anya as she went in a battle-oriented pose.

"Heh, you talk as if you can finish this match whenever you want," Roclus replied, raising his sword once again.

Anya didn't give him the answer to this; after all, she had already wasted too much time. This had to end quickly.