The Art Of Sword

A lonely blond-haired girl has to face the hardest challenge of her life. Making Friends!

Grace to herself: Friends, friend friend how can you meet one, when for most of your life the only people you interact with were your parents?

“On the plus side or downside, this is a school for the Rich! There are too many tropes for me to list off. Let’s just hope my personality doesn’t get degraded.”

While walking through the school’s yard she sees many groups of students that are mixed and not mixed hanging out… And just as she expected, their clothes are either brand or tailored.

Grace stopped by a water fountain in the middle of the yard. She leans forward to look at her reflection in the water.

She fixes her hair and then takes a look at her attire.

Grace: Flawless hair and tailored clothes. I am the same as everyone here. You hypocrite!

“Let’s just get today over with!”

Grace leans back and walks away from the fountain. But all she did was turn around and be stopped by a group of three rich boys.

One of the boys speaks up with a confident voice: Are you a new student here, Lady?

The one speaking up has short blond hair and is wearing the best suit out of the three.

Grace (Bad influence this early!): I am! Also please refrain from calling me ‘Lady’, I’m not that old yet.

Blond boy: An elegant voice mixed with polite manners. People like you are rare to combine these days.

Grace (Stop smooth talking and leave me alone!): Hehe, thank you!

Blond boy: How about you and I go somewhere to get to understand each other better?! Just the two of us!

Grace: Sorry, I don’t think I can. I still have some business to do before getting any free time.

Blond boy: You have such a hard-working mindset. This why you deserve some break, and I have something that will change your mind.

Grace (It’s going to be a Black Card, no doubt)

Blond boy pulls a Black Card from his attire: With this, you can go anywhere and have anything you want.

Grace (Is this connard reading from a script?): Aren’t some places prohibited from letting people under the age of 18 in?

Blond boy: These places are blinded by money. All we need to do is give them lots of money then we can do anything we want!

Grace (Let’s just get this over with): I’ll be honest, you should stop flirting! You have the look and money, but this is the wrong place to use those.

“ You, me, and everyone here are all filthy rich! We are all commoners in this circumstance. Now, if you don’t mind I need to go.”

Blond-boy’s goons step up to stop Grace from taking another step.

Blond boy put away his card: Not only are you beautiful and elegant, but also smart. What a perfect Girl! If money and look are not what you looking for, then I still have another ace up my sleeve.

Grace (Ugh! Don’t tell me this salope has it too.)

Blond boy stretches his arm toward Grace and within seconds Fire appears out of his palm.

Blond boy: Not everyone can have this. This is what money can’t buy. Superpower! Now are you impressed?!

Grace lashes out at him: Not at all! You think that I will follow any rich connard that waves their card at me! I’m 15 and I’m financially stable with a future in front of me.

“So I’m not going to be a prize that you show to your friends!”

Blond-boy’s goons look like they are about to attack Grace but he stops them.

“No need for violence, we are gentlemen after all.”

Blond boy: Smart people like you make wealthy people like me angry whenever we hear you speak. But anger should not be treated with violence because we have a quote.

“Violence feeds commoner. Humiliation feeds the rich”

Blond-boy’s palm ignites in flame then he pushes Grace into the water fountain with the same palm.

Grace in the middle of the fall reflects on herself.

“I should have seen that coming…”

“I could have stabbed them if my rapier was here…”

“But it was pretty fun to scream at that connard. I should speak what's on my mind more often…but I need to be passionate about what I’m screaming.”

“I didn’t bring any clothes, so I’m going to be wet like a rat…”

“Am I thinking really fast or falling really slow?”

…

Suddenly Grace hears a loud *Thwack*, followed up by something grabbing her collar.

Grace leans her head up and sees that the Blond-guy just got hit in the face by a male student wearing a full black suit. She also saw where that student grabbed her. At her collar and quite near her chest with a bit of smoke coming out of it.

Grace’s mind (His hand isn’t touching my skin so it's not that bad. Plus he must have got his hand burned while smothering the fire on my clothes.)

She then hears a running sound getting closer with the sound of luggage on wheels. The sounds stop then Grace get pulls close to the guy.

Grace *mutter*: Personal…space.

‘Black suit’ pulls Grace behind him and says: Get her something to cover herself.

Grace looks around and sees a Female student in a full white suit dragging a black and a white luggage.

‘White suit’ has a look at Grace then her eyes light up: Brother, you got me mannequin! Her body is so good, but the attire is ruined!

Grace (I’m a mannequin? An object! That's a first.)

‘Black suit’: Don’t call people like that first-time meeting, and get her something to cover that up.

‘White suit’ looks inside her luggage then pulls out a white fedora. She gives it to Grace and says “This will help!”

Then she tells ‘Black suit’: Everything is done!

‘Black suit’: Great. Just need to deal with these trashes now.

‘Black suit’ punched Blond guy so hard that it knocked him down along with one of his teeth. It takes a minute for Blond guy to stand up.

Blond guy: You bastard! You know what you just did and you know what my parents can do to you!

‘Black suit’: Shut up with that phrase. Your parents and mine are the same in power and wealth… For that tooth, someone with a superpower can create a new one for you.

Blond guy: I can fucking sue you for assaulting, you know that!

‘Black suit’: Are you delusional? We have a permit to defend ourselves against people like you.

‘White suit’ yells at ‘Black suit’: Just get rid of that ‘Commoner’ already!

Blond guy’s hand ignites into flame: How Dare YOU call me That! I AM THE SON OF THE RICH! I’M SPECIAL and BETTER THAN YOU ALL!

‘Black suit’: Pardon her language. When she said that you’re a ‘Commoner’ she was talking about your Fire Ability.

Blond guy: Are you scared now? I can’t let you go after insulting me like that. Maybe burning your luggage will satisfy me!

‘Black suit’: If you’re smart then don’t touch the luggage. Understood?

Blond guy just says “Fuck!” and walks away.

‘Black suit’ turns around and checks on the two girls then says: First Day shouldn’t have been a mess like this.

‘White suit’: It could also have more action too.

Right after saying that, ‘Black suit’ got hit in the back by a Fireball.

‘Black suit’*sigh*: 15 seconds!

‘Black suit’ turns around, dashes toward Blond guy then he grab Blond’s shoulders with both of his hands and slams them each against his knee.

He then grabs both of Blond’s hands which are still on Fire and crushes them both. Finally, he throws Blond’s body at the statue in the middle of the water fountain. The statue didn’t receive any damage but Blond’s body is lying motionless in the water.

‘Black suit’ says to Blond’s goons: Go and drag his body out of there already.

Both of them follow the order like a lap dog, while ‘Black suit’ casually walks back to Grace and ‘White suit’.

‘White suit’: That was so cool and heartless. How many more fights will happen during our time here?

Grace: I…don’t know.

‘Black suit’: If this is Korea, at least one a week…First and foremost stop grabbing onto her clothes.

Grace was confused when heard that. Both of her hands are holding onto the fedora in front of her chest. She turned her head to where ‘White suit’ was standing and noticed that ‘White suit’ was tugging on her dress.

‘White suit’: Shouldn’t we keep her safe? She is a loner and we can be her friends!

‘Black suit’: That is her decision, not ours.

‘White suit’ withdraws her hand away from Grace’s clothes then immediately grabs Grace’s shoulder and asks “Would you like to be Friends?!”

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Grace: You know what, sure! What is there to lose?

‘Black suit’: Did you think this through?

Grace: I have to make friends in the future anyway, so getting it out of the way first will be convenient.

“Plus you did save me, so making your sister happy will be me returning the favor.”

‘Black suit’ grabs his luggage: Let’s hope our relationship will benefit each other, My name is Arsène.

Grace and Arsène shake hands.

Grace: My name is Grace!

‘White suit’: And I’m Amelia or Ame for short!

Amelia is still holding on to Grace.

Arsène to Grace: I’ll ensure that she doesn’t stress you out too much.

Grace: I think she is pretty harmless.

Arsène: That’s what you wish she was.

The three then go to the dormitory to register their room.

…

The lady at the counter asked for their name.

Ame: Amelia Blanche!

Arsène: Arsène Noir.

Grace: Grace Patinage!

Lady: OK, the names are correct. Are you three in a group?

Arsène: Yes.

Ame: Yes!

Grace: Yes.

Lady: Your room will be 3## on floor 3. Here are the keys.

The lady gives everyone a key of their own.

Ame excitedly runs to their room first while Grace and Arsène take their time. But these two didn’t talk to each other at all during that moment.

When they get into the room, the whole place is a very big suite with 3 bedrooms, a big living, and a kitchen. But the whole living room just got trashed with clothes everywhere and an empty luggage in the middle of the room. With no sign of Ame.

Arsène: If she goes overboard then tell me. I need to unpack first.

Grace: What? Um… ok.

Arsène goes to his room and closes the door. After that, the door to room 3## got closed, locked and Amelia was standing in front of it.

Ame: Your clothes are ruined! Let me fix that!