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Blade dance

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The story centers on Ragnar, a magic-wielding underdog on the verge of giving up his dream—until fate intervenes. Offered a lifeline by a mysterious stranger, he gains a second shot at entry into the elite Rokoria Saint High, where power isn’t just respected—it’s everything. But nothing comes easy. Surrounded by ambitious peers, Ragnar enters a world where success may demand unholy alliances. He’ll have to fight, trust cautiously, and test the limits of his own will to survive. Will Ragnar rise above his limitations and claim his place among the powerful... or be consumed by the very darkness he walks through?
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Chapter 1 - New beginnings

"Forgive me, I was too forward—I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Edward Godfrey," the man said, arms crossed with a calm authority.

Ragnar's eyes widened. The mana pouring out of this man was overwhelming, almost like staring into the embodiment of absolute power.

"My name is Ragnar Wryd. It's… nice to meet you," Ragnar replied, still in awe.

Edward's eyes narrowed with childlike curiosity. "But first, tell me—what drives you, child?"

Ragnar explained everything—his inability to use magic despite having mana, how no matter how hard he tried, strength never came to him.

"I see… so that's your problem," Edward said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "But don't lose hope just yet, kid. I can teach you how to use magic properly."

Before Ragnar could reply, Edward grabbed his hand. In the blink of an eye, the scenery shifted. Ragnar stumbled, confused, into an unfamiliar place.

"Where… are we?" Ragnar asked, shocked.

"Don't worry about it," Edward said with a sly grin. "It just means your training has begun. For the next week, you'll be training with me." He casually pulled out a book and sat down, looking far too relaxed.

"But wait! I still need to apply to the school I'm supposed to attend. How am I supposed to do that if I'm here training with you?" Ragnar complained, snatching the book from Edward's hands.

He didn't get far. The book suddenly grew heavier and heavier in his grasp, pressing down on his hand until he collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain.

Edward plucked the book back with ease. "The weight of this book increases depending on how much mana someone has. For most, the heaviest it gets is 20 kilograms. But for you…" Edward's expression darkened with intrigue. "It just kept getting heavier. Almost infinitely heavier. As if… you have infinite mana."

"Infinite mana? What are you talking about?" Ragnar gasped.

Edward gave him a sharp look. "Don't play dumb, kid. You have a bottomless pit of mana. That's why your spells fail."

"But isn't having more mana a good thing?"

"Normally, yes. But too much mana is just as bad as having none. Your body doesn't ration its power—it drowns your spells instead. That's why you can't control them."

Ragnar sat back, stunned. "So… the reason I can't cast magic is because I can't control it?"

"Correct," Edward said with a nod. "While others carefully use the exact amount they need, your body doesn't care. It just throws everything into the spell. That's why it collapses."

"I never even thought about that… I always assumed it was a natural skill people were born with."

Edward smirked. "Don't worry. I'll teach you. But first, you need to understand the concept of mana itself."

His tone shifted to a lecture:

"Mana is a limitless energy all creatures are born with. Some races are gifted with vast reserves, others with little to none. Magic itself is divided into ten grades—the weakest being 10th-grade, and the pinnacle being Null Magic. Only 5% of humanity ever advance past 5th-grade magic. Those few reach the higher realms: King-grade (4th), Ancient-grade (3rd), Divine-grade (2nd), and finally… Null-grade (1st)."

Edward chuckled. "And right now, Ragnar, you can't even control 10th-grade magic."

"Don't laugh at me, old man!" Ragnar snapped, pouting as he sat down and stared at the sky.

"Stop spacing out, Ragnar," Edward teased. "We're starting your training by identifying your magic affinity." He grabbed Ragnar's head and began chanting.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let go!" Ragnar shouted in fear.

Edward ignored him, eyes glowing with revelation. His magic is Destruction… and he holds affinity for all elements. For now, I'll keep that to myself. He'll discover it on his own.

Ragnar pulled away, glaring. "Are you done?! I thought you were trying to kill me!"

Edward chuckled. "Relax, kid. I was just checking your affinity."

"And?" Ragnar asked, skeptical.

"You've got affinity for fire magic… and teleportation magic."

"Teleportation?! That's a rare one, right?!" Ragnar exclaimed.

Edward nodded. "Rare, indeed. But first, you need control. Then comes the real spells."

Ragnar clenched his fist. "Then I'll get stronger. I promise, within this week, I'll change."

Edward smirked. "I know you will, kid."

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A week flew by in an instant. Ragnar, now brimming with newfound resolve, prepared for school.

"Ragnar… are you sure about this?" a worried voice asked.

"Yes," Ragnar said confidently. "I'm just going to apply to a small school, right?"

"Small…?" she whispered, baffled.

Ragnar grinned. "Well, I gotta go. Love you—bye!"

Her eyes widened. Since when did Ragnar have the confidence to call Saint High… small? She smiled softly. "I love you too. Good luck."

When Ragnar arrived at the address, his jaw dropped. Before him towered the most prestigious academy in the land: Saint High.

"This… can't be right," he muttered, voice trembling. "Yeah… must be the wrong address."

"Kid! There you are," Edward's voice boomed.

"Old man?! You gave me the wrong address!"

Edward shook his head. "No. I gave you the right one. You were about to waste your talents at some backwater school. I won't let that happen."

"But… can I even get in here? Am I good enough?" Ragnar's face fell with doubt.

Edward's hand cracked across Ragnar's cheek—a sharp slap.

"Listen, kid. The only person who decides whether you're good enough… is you. I believe in you. Now believe in yourself. Go in there and pass that exam."

Ragnar clenched his fist, fire in his eyes. "I will!"

He looked at the towering gates of Saint High, heart pounding with anticipation.

Before I met the old man, I had nothing but failure. Now… I have a chance. No more excuses. I'm going to pass this exam.

From the shadows, a voice whispered: "Ragnar Wryd, huh? This test… will be interesting."

Saint high Ragnar's new journey begins here what will he encounter in the future and how will he handle it, I guess will just have to wait and see