Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 98  Art\'s Class

It was so similar that it was giving me creeps, but it still left a lot of questions in my mind.

If he really is the human God, then why did I see him in my vision?

Am I somehow connected with him? n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Or, in some way, am I him?

"What are you thinking so hard about?" As I was deep in thought, a voice brought my attention back to reality.

Looking to my side, I found Emily walking there, matching my footsteps.

"Nothing, just something from the past," I replied, looking back, as I didn\'t find Fatima hovering around me.

A little behind me, Aron was walking with Nora, Berg, and Cassia, engaged in conversation about something.

As this was a joint class of the three, all the students were present, making their way towards the training ground.

"Where is Fatima?" I asked Emily.

"She said she\'s going to greet nobles from the other class before coming here."

"I\'m sorry for her behavior," I sighed. "She\'s trying to befriend you just to annoy me."

"It\'s fine, not like I can do anything to the daughter of the Duke," she replied with a slight smile.

"Anyway, why do you always keep your distance from Aron?" I asked curiously, and just at the mention of his name, a frown appeared on her face.

"Why are you asking?"

"Just curious."

She looked at me for a while before replying, "I don\'t like him, that\'s all."

"Anyway, do you have something in mind for the weapon of choice?" she asked, changing the topic.

"Nothing particular; I\'ll see what to choose later," I replied thoughtfully as we approached the training ground.

Apart from spears, any other weapon could be good for me. I use a spear as Neil, and I don\'t want anyone to connect the dots between us, so I do not plan to use a spear as Eden.

"Nothing, even though you\'re a noble?" She asked, surprised by my answer.

"I have one!" I responded, nearly forgetting that in this world, noble children typically choose their weapon of choice when they are kids.

She looked at me suspiciously, but I chose to ignore her.

It\'s the last period of today\'s class, which was Arts class. Here, new students are provided with basic training equipment and arts from the academy for the commoners to choose from. Nobles could also have their pick if they wished, but it rarely happens, as almost all of them use the arts provided by their families.

Because of this, commoners are the first to go there, while the rest of the noble students follow behind.

Soon, we arrived at the spacious open stadium, filled with different types of equipment.

Around the corners of every side, long, elongated, high-resolution displays of glass showcased various types of weapons.

Academy staff members moved around the area, ensuring everything was in the right place.

The one supervising them was an old man in a teacher\'s uniform.

Slowly, more students entered the place, their curious eyes scanning the area in awe of the various types of equipment.

They looked like country pumpkins, amazed by the unfamiliar surroundings.

Aron and the rest also arrived beside me, and as soon as there eyes fell on the old man, both Aron and Cassia smiled and moved towards him.

And even though I know who he is, I also followed behind them.

"Grandpa!" Cassia exclaimed as she hugged the old man, who returned the hug with a smile.

"Master," Aron said with a light bow as he looked at the old man.

"It\'s good to see you both," the old man said with a smile as he acknowledged Aaron\'s presence.

\'Sword king\', I thought as I looked at the old man in front of me.

The old man with a wrinkled face and marron hair that had streaks of white in them was one of the most powerful swordsmen in his time and was eventually granted the title of sword king by the kingdom as one of the king\'s hands before his untimely injury.

His name is Mane Michel.

"Why are you here, grandpa?" Cassia asked as she moved back a little.

"Well, I need to make sure you do not do anything reckless," he replied while touching her nose, "so I thought maybe I could work in the academy for a while.".

"I am sorry," she replied, not being able to keep eye contact with him.

"Aron!" The old man moved towards him as he shouted his name.

"Arghh"

Just as he arrived close to him, he strongly patted his shoulders, making him groan in pain.

"Work harder, my boy," the old man said with a chuckle as Aron rubbed his shoulders.

With that, he moved away from him as his gaze now moved towards me.

"We don\'t like owning favors," he said coldly as he took out two healing potions and threw them at my face.

\'What a fucking bastard\', I thought, catching both the potion with one swift movement of my hand.

With that, the old man took both Aron and Cassia away from me, taking them to show the weapons.

"Why was he so rude with you?" as Emily came close to me, she asked with a frown on her face.

"Well, that\'s how normal people react when they hear the name Eden Morton," I replied with a smile, placing both potions into my inventory.

"If anything, you\'re overly nice to me." I said as I started to move towards the closest display of weapons.

"Amm, E-eden, this may sound odd, but have we met in our childhood?" As I was moving away from her, she whispered slowly.

"Hmm, have we?" I asked because I don\'t remember anything like that.

"N-no, nothing," she replied, running away.

"Why is she behaving differently from the game?" I mumbled as I looked at her.

She was supposed to hate me; even in the game, she hated every noble except a few that were close to her, but if anything, she is the one who hated Eden the most because of his behavior towards other commoners, but I don\'t even know what to think about her.

As I moved around looking at the different weapons, most of them were different varieties of swords, and other weapons like a hunter bow were present.

My eyes alight with curiosity as it\'s my first time seeing so many different weapons.

 I walk through the aisle, my fingers lightly grazing the hafts of different spears.

The air was infused with the scent of oiled metal, a perfume that whispered promises of power and precision.

My gaze lingered on a gleaming, long-handled spear with a finely honed tip; its craftsmanship was something to behold.

\'It\'s a pity I can\'t have it\' I thought before moving away from it.

As I moved around, finally a weapon caught my attention. It was a double-bladed sword displayed with an air of regality.

The sword\'s hilt was unlike any I had seen before—positioned precisely in the middle, its design exuded a perfect symmetry.

Intricate patterns adorned the handle, seeming to shimmer with an otherworldly energy.

"Can I have a look at it?" I requested it from the staff member present beside it.

"Sure, sir," he replied as he opened the display and handed the sword to me.

As I lifted the double-bladed sword, the weight felt familiar, as if the weapon itself were perfectly made for me.

My fingers brushed lightly over the engraved runes, and a subtle hum resonated through her touch.

The blades, razor-sharp and glistening, hinted at a history of battles, as the weapon was an old design of the blade.

"What\'s its name?" I asked the man who took out a template to read its name out loud.

"the Dual Crescent Blade.".

"Hum." Humming in acknowledgement, I moved back as I tried to use it for a trial test.

"Hey look!"

"The young elites!"

"And all of them!"

But before I could do it, the voices and mothers of the people beside me made me focus on the students that were coming inside the stadium.

On the forefront of the students was my ex finance Angelina and right behind her was Aleoria and Grace. Right behind them were the sons and daughters of the Dukes, including my sister and brother, whom I have been ignoring for a while, Marine and Daniel.

And right beside them were other people whom I have known since my childhood.

As I was observing them, a brute-looking guy came forward. His gaze moved around the stadium until it landed on me.

With an anger-filled face, he moved towards me, making the rest of them look at him.

"EDEN!" He shouted now, running towards me with a sword in his hands.