In this world, there exist countless sword techniques—some inspired by nature, others by elements or deep philosophies.

  But among them, in the Land of Nobles, five sword techniques stand above the rest. These are known as the Advanced Sword Styles.

  Each of the 5 Great Noble families governs one of these techniques, passed down through generations, refined and protected like sacred treasures.

  While the Arian family built their empire they but, left Swordsmanship—dominating the Mage world with unmatched talent and influence—the other noble families realized something vital: they could never rival the Arian family in the field of magic. Competing would be a futile struggle.

  So instead, they turned to the sword.

  Abandoning the pursuit of arcane knowledge, the Five Great Nobles carved their own path through the way of the blade. Each family established their own prestigious sword academy, becoming masters of their unique styles.

  These weren’t just Academies—they were legacies.

  Now, each academy teaches an Advanced Sword Style exclusive to their Academy's students, their history etched into every form, every strike.

  Some nobles still clung to magic, refusing to walk the warrior’s path. But for the Five Great Nobles, swordsmanship was no longer just a discipline.

  It was an identity.

  The 5 Advanced techniques and the family who teach them are—

  Azure River flow Sword Style :

  Taught by Markis Family.

  Four Seasoned Sword Style :

  Taught by Dukas Family.

  Moonlight Sword Style :

  Taught by Valois Family.

  Obsidian Strom Sword Style :

  Taught by Ragnulf Family.

  Pure Rain Sword Style :

  Taught by Throne Family.

  These Sword Techniques are considered to be advanced, and powerful in the Land of Nobels and beyond.

  Due to the dominance each of the 5 Great Noble Families hold over their respective sword styles and academy, the head family’s child is always taught their sword style exclusively in their own family-run academy.

  It’s not just tradition anymore— It’s practically a restriction now.

  However, the branch families of the 5 Great Nobles, who do not descend directly from the main bloodline, have the freedom to enroll in any academy of their choice.

  In fact, this happens quite often.

  Most of the time, children from branch families—especially those fifth in line or beyond—feel discriminated against within their own family.

  As a result, their parents often avoid sending them to the family academy, fearing they might be marginalized or oppressed by the head family's son or daughter.

  Apart from that...

  The Pure Rain Sword Style was once a shining beacon of swordsmanship across the Land of Nobles. Developed by the legendary swordsman Wills Throne, it was elegant, balanced, and precise—crafted to be passed down through generations.

  Wills founded the Strom Viel Swords Academy for this very purpose—to ensure the Pure Rain lived on and grew stronger with each era.

  At its peak, it was hailed as the second most powerful sword style in the world.

  But that glory has faded.

  In the current age, the Pure Rain Sword Style has weakened. Some of its original texts, and scriptures mysteriously vanished over time. Without them, the technique has become incomplete, leaving students unable to grasp its true essence.

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  No one knows when or how the knowledge was lost—only that one day, it was simply... gone.

  And above it all Sword styles, once stood the legendary Black Rain Sword Style —a technique of unmatched mastery.

  Its creator, Devin Arian, also known as The Blade Supreme, was a swordsman whose skill rivaled myth. It was said that no one could match him. Except—

  The Mad wise man from far East.

  And

  The Ice hearted women from the North.

  Except for them, not even the strongest mages of his time couldn't.

  But in a decision that confounded history, Devin never passed his art down. Not to his disciples, not even to his own children.

  He died with the secrets of Black Rain locked within him.

  Though scriptures and fragmented texts still exist, no one has been able to interpret or recreate the style. The knowledge is there—scattered, cryptic—but its meaning has become lost to time.

  And so, the Black Rain Sword Style was forgotten. Reduced to a myth. A tale parents tell to inspire young swordsmen, or a fantasy written in children's books.

  'These are the things I read from all those history books,' Ehan thought, gazing out of the window as the landscape passed by in a blur.

  He was headed to the Strom Viel Swords Academy—the academy that once stood second only to legends, now a shadow of its former glory.

  Back home, his father had initially been surprised by his decision. The heir of the Arian family—wanting to join that academy?

  But deep down, Alexander Arian knew his son was different. And for that reason, he hadn’t opposed it. He allowed Ehan to follow his path.

  And so, after staying at home for just four days, Ehan had departed for Strom Viel Swords Academy.

  Now, sitting inside the royal black-and-gold carriage of the Arian family, gently rocking on the dirt road, he leaned back on the cushioned seat.

  'Some of the texts and scriptures of Pure Rain, just vanished without a trace? That’s absolute bullshit,' he scoffed inwardly.

  His gaze hardened.

  'Is this also connected to Callesta’s case? The internal politics to remove her from the family head… and the academy’s headmaster?'

  He folded his arms, his brows furrowed as thoughts spun like a storm inside his mind.

  So many theories, so many possibilities—yet not one gave a solid, logical explanation for why anyone would make the Pure Rain Sword Style weaker.

  Every road of reason led him back to one frustrating, unshakable question:

  'Even if the family holds a grudge against Callesta… why the hell would they harm their own sword technique?'

  Why sabotage their own legacy?

  Why destroy something so powerful their ancestors built?

  It didn’t make sense.

  Not yet.

  'Humm... I don't think I used such complicated language in my sword style scriptures—I simply wrote what I liked and left it as is. And these asshole, historians can't even interpret it after 100 years...'

  Just then, the carriage came to a halt. The wheels creaked softly, and the soft clip-clop of the horses died down.

  They had arrived at the Strom Viel Swords Academy's Campus—the academy nestled deep within a quiet, forest-covered campus.

  The old coachman, dressed in a clean white tunic paired with a black scarf and fitted trousers, stepped down from his seat and opened the door with a respectful bow.

  “Young Lord Ehan, we’ve reached Strom Viel,” he said with a warm tone.

  Ehan gave a small nod and stepped out of the carriage. He had only one thing with him—a simple black backpack slung over his shoulder.

  “Thanks for taking me this far,” Ehan said, glancing back at the old man.

  The air felt calm, almost too quiet. Ehan looked around the gate area—aside from one or two staff members wandering nearby, the entrance was practically empty.

  The old man noticed the confusion on Ehan’s face and quickly explained, “Young Lord, we arrived an hour earlier than scheduled. That’s why the entrance is so quiet right now. But within the next hour, everyone taking the admission will start arriving.”

  Ehan nodded slowly, now understanding. “Oh, I get it. Thanks for explaining.”

  "If you like, I can call the management and ask them to open up for you right now, Young Lord," the old man offered respectfully.

  Ehan shook his head lightly. "Oh, no, leave it. There’s no need for that, really. You can go back now. I’ll just roam around the campus area until then. And tell my father I reached safely."

  "As you say, Young Lord. I shall take my leave. I hope you do excellent in your academic life."

  With a slight bow, the old man climbed back onto the carriage, gave the reins a gentle pull, and the horses began to trot away, slowly disappearing down the tree-lined path.

  Ehan stood at the gate, gazing at the academy beyond the walls. A faint breeze passed, ruffling his hair and coat.

  The campus of Strom Viel Academy—commonly referred to as simply "Strom Viel"—was like a town in itself. Surrounded by tall, fortified walls, it had only two gates: one at the front, used for student entry and public access.

  And a second, hidden gate known only to academy staff, or Throne family's trusted people, but it was used only during emergency.

  When the academy was first established, it attracted settlers—traders, businessmen, workers, and craftsmen—who saw opportunity in the constant flow of students and visitors. Gradually, a thriving community built up around the academy. Some families settled nearby only, so their children could learn the way of the sword while the parents worked within the campus.

  Strom Viel’s administration imposed a small tax on all commercial activity within the campus, but the amount was very minimal that no one ever complained.

  However, due to the sheer number of residents and businesses, even those modest taxes added up to a significant revenue stream for the academy.

  The campus had everything—well-maintained roads, hospitals, builders, food stalls, full-scale restaurants, bar, even a small police station. It wasn’t just an educational institute; it was a self-sustaining territory, which was governed directly by the Headmaster.

  This wasn’t unique to Strom Viel. All five academies run by the 5 Great Noble Families were structured the same way, like autonomous towns. And because of this, the position of Headmaster wasn’t just an academic title—

  It was a symbol of true power.

  In these families, the official family head often held a ceremonial role, while the Headmaster of the sword academy wielded real authority.

  The one who led the academy led the family. And that was why the post of Headmaster was not just prestigious—it was everything.

  Ehan passed the academy's huge gate and got inside, he looked here and there. People were in their shops and some small vendors on the roads selling things.

  Ehan sighed and said, "It's changed so much...Wills. When you started it was just a simple big grassland. Only the academy and some small shops were there. But now. It's a city itself."

  Ehan smiled and went on the path, the Strom Viel Swords Academy was right in the centre, of the campus.

  At this time, only the campus people were there, and some visitors were chatting, drinking, and some small children playing. It was joyful inside the campus even though the gate was all empty.

  There was no students or staff at this time. Only Ehan was the one looking like a student, some were staring at him while he was going to the academy.

  'I know, it's in good state right now. Because of the money I funded. I'll last till last year and so according to gale.'

  Ehan cliched his fists while walking. And tighten his jaws slightly.

  'Dont worry, Wills and Callesta. Now I'm here... I'll save Strom Viel. I promise.'