I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

A FEW MINUTES AGO

A cold night, and a peaceful silence that lingered with it. It spelt harmony and stability that one could dream of obtaining without actually obtaining it.

The wonders it brought were tranquil, as it was ominous.

The night was a time of peace and calmness but with it were the activities of the night.

Creatures, demons and people who use the cloak of the night as a shield, hiding them while they actively go on their tasks.

This was one of such nights, and the peace that hung over the Homeric Academy for Gifted Children was bound to fall.

At the gates of the Remembrance Hall, further to the Portal that opened during the day, a slight crack permeated through its space.

Two pillars stood apart from one another, an empty space in the middle, serving as the conduit for the Portal to anchor on.

That Portal was closed, but cracks, hidden from the depth of the naked eye, had grown.

A shimmer of light exuded out of the space, followed by a low vibration as lightning streamed down like a waterfall, causing a slit through space.

An arm stretched out and then another, pulling on the edges of the slit and widening it into a Portal, as two figures stepped out of it.

Katherin and Nicho, their gazes devoid of emotion as they locked on the Remembrance hall, a vivid reminder of their goal coming into play.

'This night. We take their heads.'

Katherin thought, a sigh escaping her lips as she steadied herself.

The initial plans of obtaining the bodies through unforeseen deaths in the Festival had been hindered.

It was time to take action directly or, in this case, indirectly.

Just then, the slit shimmered as another figure stepped out. Mila in all her beauty and glory, her lips curled upwards in a devious smile.

The slit closed shut, and with it came down the once silence of the night.

"You recall the plan?" Mila asked, her haze turning towards Katherin.

Katherin nodded.

"Nicho takes care of the student's bodies while I take you to our headquarters for a pre-meet-up."

Mila nodded in satisfaction.

"Nicho, any complaints?"

He shook his head.

"Just remember my warning when we see him."

A black leather jacket adorned his features, his left sleeve blowing with the wind of the night.

Pain was a futile thing for him, but a lost limb wasn't.

He may get a replacement when this is all said and done, but the embarrassment of losing an arm as a Swordsman was something he couldn't back off. Never.

The three figures walked towards the building, their bodies purposeful and synonymous in movement.

Katherin looked up to the moon, stretching her wand through the air.

'What needs to be done, needs to be done.'

She floated into the air, Mila and Nicho following after as a flying mat served as their flight means.

They flew through the skies above the Academy, unbeknownst to those below.

How could they? When an insider who wasn't part of the System Uprisers nor any other organization was present.

Neutral people who serve as middlemen were one of the most difficult to catch unless they had been seen in the act.

Soon they flew their separate ways, Mila and Katherin going deeper into the skies, hiding within the clouds of the onyx canvas of the sky.

While Nicho stood on the flying mat, above the Hostels, his gaze stern, fixated on the goal at hand.

He sighed, pulling out his katana from its scabbard in a fluid, slow motion, the moonlight cascading down its silvery edge as he did so.

He looked like a prophet of the moon, the darkness bestowing protection unto him.

He formed a crescent arc through the air with the blade, his focus only growing as a cold sigh escaped his lips.

"I see them."

Non-system users had a way of detecting others like them, and with that, it became easy to differentiate themselves from the System Users.

The system served as a conduit for them, blessing them with even information and deciphering abilities and Nicho was one to make use of all his abilities.

"Do not blame yourselves for your death, for this is a judgement on the one who played the hero."

With a bow, mana spiralled out of his body, a sudden cyclone exploding out in waves of wind that shook the sky.

It was sudden and quick, without an ounce of warning.

'Security? What can security do when I am here?'

"Transcendent Devil Skill; Cyclones of Colossus."

PRESENT.

A powerful wind shook the Hostels, sending tremors through the entirety of the Academy.

The screams of the students could be heard through the wails of the wind, but it was silenced within it.

The ground shook, cracks spreading out from the pressure, trees pulled from the soil, and the fields lost their green.

It was a Stormy night, one that would be remembered by all and perhaps not by a few.

Within the Hostels, the students stood awake, the sounds of wailing winds and powerful currents snapping them to their feet.

It was a fright at first and then flight.

They ran out of their rooms, quickly adding up in numbers in the lobbies, for what purpose? One wouldn't know but what they all deciphered from the phenomenon alone sent them to panic.

Soon, the wind had somehow permeated into the building, glasses bursting and cracking, the wind spreading like tendrils of darkness ready to consume all that was in its grasp.

But this was the case for a few students and not for all.

Specific students were caught in the wave of the wind attack, their screams and attempts to fight back proving difficult as time went on.

Sparks and explosions occurred, colours of elements and abilities shot at the wind in an attempt to drive it off.

But the wind continued to spread, its tendrils reaching out for its targets.

Five students from Hostel One, Three from Hostel Two and Seven from Hostel Four and five from Hall Five.

Despite their efforts, it seemed like the wind wouldn't seize, and one figure stood in the midst of all that.

Nicho, in all his fury, stood on the mat, unperturbed by the wind around him.

He was focused on his goal, and perhaps on his side's conquest if it were delivered to him.

'This is a done deal already. There was nothing to fear with my abilities here.'

Or so he thought, but despite the powerful wind, strong enough to tear off a ship like paper or the strongest alloy like butter, someone had flown in.

He frowned, his displeasure palpable as he turned towards the direction, his gaze narrowing at the sight before him.

A long distance away, Mila and Katherin were still headed to the location of the System Uprisers.

Katherin had often stopped to turn back, the sounds of thunder and storm raging through the skies causing a stir of shock within her.

'My students.' She thought, but Mila, who she held by her shoulder, could clearly see through her worry.

"Don't worry about that.

Nicho's just making a clear message to them. He won't attack who we're not supposed to."

She said, causing Katherin to jerk in a statement while easing her worry soon after.

Mila turned away, pointed forward and said.

"Simply take me to the location. There is much to do."

With her instructions, she nodded and rushed forward, ignoring the sounds of tremors that echoed in the skies.

****

A few seconds had passed since the start of the commotion in the Staff Hall, and many Lecturers were ready to step out to find what occurred.

Some seemed to have actively gone out to put on their gear in their cubicles, prepared to face the danger that lurked in wait for them.

The Headmaster, Kazim and the Jun's were still in the dome; their patience, though, turned thin.

HeadMaster Dreau had stood to watch the whole process occur, and time was slowly running out.

The tremors and wails that occurred outside were a threat to his Academy, and he wanted to act now.

'But this information…'

He couldn't leave it to the hands of the students but the threat made him think otherwise.

Rebecca, feeling his impatience turned towards the Head Master, while the others continued to watch over Raph while he locked in with Wisdom.

"Don't fret, Principal. The Student Council President is out there."

Head Master Dreau raised a brow, his confusion palpable as he chuckled.

"I am aware that he is but this is not a simple matter that he can solve on his own."

Rebecca remained silent for a moment, her lips widening for a small smile.

"You do not know the student that we have appointed as the Student Council President, Headmaster. It will do you well to learn from this."

She turned away, her attention taken back to Raph.

Head Master Dreau furrowed his brow, his confusion palpable as he turned away.

'I should watch?'

He wondered.

'Perhaps I have been indoors for too long.'

Rebecca smiled inwards, images of Phestus flashing through her thoughts.

'You've always wanted a stage, Phestus.'

Outside the building, in the Stormy skies, stood two figures.

One on a flying mat and another, floating in the skies.

He was an embodiment of nonchalance.

The wind meant nothing to him, as the appearance of the man who caused it.

With folded hands, and a frown on his face, the President of the Student Council made his appearance.

'Now you have it.'