It was early in the morning when a ship of colossal dimensions could be seen sailing in custinian waters, the same ship had been seen in different Kingdoms from all around the world and was now returning home. It's mission was simple: Pick up the new students of the Academy, in deed, the ship was crowded with freshmen from very different places as the archipelago had always been, since the Academy was funded, a place to exchange knowledge, products and cultures.

"Look! The Academy can be seen from here! It's huge!"
A female student shouted and soon most of the students gathered to see rhe majestic building.

Despite the commotion a student didn't seem to be really inrerested to see what was ahead of him and instead focused on observing the black sword in his hands, a sword that from time to time would move on it's own as if it was trying to cut it's owner.

I have finally arrived grandpa, I will do my best and control this sword so your death wont be in vain!

And with such words Faust watched the Academy, looking forward to fulfill his promise before the Soul Gear could escape from the Forced Contract.

"Tehehe, where are we now?" A young girl voice.

"So this is the Academy, it looks like a cattle without guard, huh." I said. Well, this is the first time I came here but I have heard about it before.

I told myself: "This is the beginning, I must work hard here and become more powerful. And when that time come, I will revenge for you, Dad, Mom and all people had died that night. I promise."

Then, I run toward the big gate after having pushed everyone stand on my way. (I hope that not a teacher or someone i shouldn't touch^^).

Wakefield stood at the far stern of the of the boat watching the familiar landscape of the islands of Custine pass on the horizon. He could hear the crowd of new students marveling at the incredible structure of Furiel Academy coming into view. Wakefield had surveyed the property before, years ago, before he started his long journey away. He had needed to go and see what the rest of the world outside the confines of his true form. So he wandered for years around distant places, but always with Custine in his heart. The Wakefield family of humans had lived here since before he, the family heirloom, had been purchased. However, ever since the Wakefields in one way or another had dedicated their lives to the betterment of Custine. To not think of this country as his own homeland then would have been a betrayal of the family that had given him life.

But still, Wakefield had a near insatiable curiousity about the world and needed to go and experience for himself. So he traveled, and now he was back, back to learn about his own abilities and powers. And if anyone had a problem with him being without a User than they could deal with it. He was here solely to become more powerful, not to find a useless user.

He traveled up the ship as they docked towards the other students. One human boy holding a SG in the shape of a white scythe pushed past in effort to get to the gate faster. He frowned in annoyance at the departing shape and then followed the pair past the gates and into the Academy.

"The academy...so beautiful...Master, what do you think?"

A gentle and brutally sweet voice rushed through the heads of the young Selwyn. His facial expressions heaved no responses to such strange phenomenon. Simply because it wasn't strange to him anymore. That soft voice was none other than Eliane, the white sword on his back. She had been bugging him with such curious questions, to the point that he couldn't even bring himself to get mad at her. Her curiosity was just too naïve to get mad at. On the other hand...

"Eliane, what did I have to tell you? He's not out master. He's yet to become one."

The other one, Elise, was much less lovable. Well, probably so through the eyes of the guy who had just been berated by her. In stark contrast to her younger sister, Eliane, Elise was more sophisticated and, more or less, less gentle. Her emotions were more direct and sometimes impolite, if not wanting to say altogether rude. Well, it might be a good thing, since it made her more transparent and easily seen through. The young man here could say for sure what she was thinking judging by her reactions. It's better than having someone saying sweet things in front of you while scheming something behind your back. That wouldn't be fun.

"But he will be, right? I mean, he just needs to finish the course here. Just a few years! And we will be fully-fledged to call him that!"

"Heh. You have so much trust on him..."

"You are the one to talk sister! You are the first to suggest forming a contract with him! And now you are denouncing your own decision?"

"Eh? I-I was just!...Look, we don't have a choice. Selwyn's the only legitimate heir with our former masters, and one of the rare humans that visited us these days. Consider us extremely lucky for that!"

That's how a normal conversation went on between both of them. And dealing with one of them was already difficult.

"Enough. This is my first day. I don't want my head to be messed up with your talks on my first day of school."

He strictly dismissed them, as they stopped. At least they had enough common sense to know that they were disturbing him.

Selwyn soon entered the shore and walked to the academy's gate, following the stream of people heading inside.

So this is it.

One of the most crucial turning points of his life.

May he had the strength to proceed...

(Sorry for the colors, black is pretty difficult to see for those with impaired eyesight)

As soon as Faust passed the huge stone walls that separated the port from the reat of the city he felt a huge wieght on his shoulders, as if something or someone was making pressure on him, so much pressure to the point of even making his knee shake, he could feel his lungs being crushed as wellif as his other organs. He looked at the sword in his right hand as if it had the fault for ut

Y-You blasted sword...W-What?!

The moment he rised his head he realized the rests of the students were in as much pain as hr was, some of them falling to the ground unconscious. After a few seconds the pain was gone and he could breath normally. Before anyone could say something a voice echoed throught the place.

"It seems we have many diamonds in brute, with this demonstration of affection we give you the welcome to our humble home"

As soon as the voice was gone several teachers made their appearance and started calling out for the groups: 1A, 1B, and 1C.

Faust thought of what happened as the first test as he heard some teachers wakung up the unconscious students and telling them they had to return home.
He looked at the small paper omnhis wallet and joined those in the group 1A

"Wooh, what's happening?" Victor said. After getting inside, there is something make a big pressure on his shoulder. He try his best to stand but finally, he stand on his knee.

"Tehehe, this like when you steal a magic book form library and then a guard with his Soul Gear force you to stand on your knee, righttt?"

"Can't you stop talking a bout that day, It was story of 10 years ago."

"Never! Tehehe, that was the second time you need my help, how could I forget thatttttt?"

A few second later, everything stops and some fainted students are asked to go home. The teacher started to call for 3 groups.
'Which group should i choice?'

"1B, 1B, 1B"

"Why should I heard you?"

"1B, 1B, 1B"

"Ok... Ok, I will join 1B" He say and walk to group 1B while thinking why she want to join 1B.

Wakefield watched from outside the gate as several students collapsed to ground or were forced to take a knee from some form of invisible pressure seemed to slam them towards the ground. 'Presumably some fellow SG using a gravity based ability.' Most of the humans seemed to have blindly followed in and were not being ridiculed for their antics by their particular Soul Gears. Taking the extra time he had to observe had given him the information need to come up to a counter to the crushing effect. Wakefield lacked the sense of urgency that most humans seemed to allow propel them through their lives and often paused to examine each moment in time.

Wakefield shoved his hand into the pocket of pants adorned on his human form and stealthily underwent a partial transformation turning each of his five fingers into the hands of clock. He took a step through the gate and instantly felt the crushing pressure that had affected the rest of his classmates. His muscles strained as he fought a losing battle against the pressure. His face though was incredibly composed as he focused on appearing calm and cool.

Wakefield was a Soul Gear, not a human, but an item to be used for humanity's benefit. If he were to accomplish anything at this school, not only did he have to pass all these tests and classes, he would need to excel at every turn. To show weakness or failure here at this point would be an automatic admission of defeat in the Academy's eyes and no doubt he would be assigned to a User at the drop of a hat. He turned to another student, a male wielding two SGs one white and black, @Conscripts and winked in a display of utmost confidence.

Turning back under the crushing weight, he rapidly tapped all five fingers against his leg at first rapidly and then more slowly. His own ability slowed down his entire body to incredibly slow speeds. Though he knew his legs were buckling under the pressure of the weight, he speed at which he was moving would be imperceptible to the human eye. So while others fell to the ground around him, Wakefield stood up against true pressure. When the crushing pressure was released from him, Wakefield dismissed his slow effect and took a tiny step forward to steady his balance.

Pleased with himself, he returned his hand to normal and pulled out one of the many papers from the Academy and noted he was to be in Group A. He spotted a one eyed human wielding another weapon type SG @IronWill and pondered the large amount of them he had already seen this day. 'They don't even have a single spring or gear, how embarrassing for them...'

Suddenly, Selwyn felt himself, and his head being crushed by an unknown forces from an unknown source.

"What the heck is going on?!"

The force was intense. So intense that he could feel every pieces of organs inside his body being sledged by a hammer. So intense that he could feel himself falling to the ground, that he could feel his consciousness slipping away from his hand.

"Master?"

'Fuck this...'

This wasn't what he was coming here for.

Selwyn looked around in pain and agony. Seems like it was not just him that were suffering the enormous force. And apparently, he was faring it better than almost everybody, as they all fell to the ground, out cold. The pressure stopped less than a minute after that

"Ho...You are better than I expected."

Elise said. Whether it was sarcasm or true compliment, he did not know.

After the rather brutal welcoming gift, a group of teachers arrived to welcome them, and then gave him three choices, to join either 1A, 1B or 1C. Choices they said, but they were already preordained which group he would be in, in the papers.

Selwyn opened the paper that he was given before he arrived at the academy. Most of the contents were personal informations, but there was one specific line that he initially found confusing. The line that now made sense to him, in some ways: 1A.

"Looks like this will be my group."

"Alright, alright! Group 1A please take your bags and follow me! I will give you to the Dorms so you can leave your belongings there. From there you will be free to spend the day however you want"

An old man told the group before his dental prosthesis fell to the ground, he simply picked it up with a small hook at the end of his wooden cane and placed the prosthesis on it's place again.

"Oh my, how embarrassing...Well, let's get going"

The group just stood there in complete silence as they watched the old man walking away, still shocked by what they just saw.
Faust looked to his left and right, he looked at Wakefield, to whom he saluted with a slight movement of his head before following the group to the dorms.

@IronWill An elderly teacher approached and gathered the students of group 1A to begin directing them towards there classes. However, his dentures fell out of his mouth before he hooked them back into his mouth once again. Wakefield glanced from the ground to the the teacher. 'This Academy opened its gates by attempting to crush its students and we are supposed to buy that this teacher is a simple old man? No, this is another test, a test of insight to see if we can see beyond what our eyes see. This was done deliberately in order to give us a false sense of his weakness.'

He was distracted for a moment as the same Blade SG wielded he had spotted earlier in his group saluted him of all things. Wakefield shifted his head at a curious angle, before deciding it was in fact a sign of respect. He smiled slightly and decided to give the boy a free hint. He walked up to the wielded and whispered just quietly enough so that only the wielded could hear him."Odd isn't it? That a man so old could so simply and accurately aim and swing his cane to lift his dentures in a single stroke without effort? Especially since he wasn't using the cane for any support at the time."

He moved past the wielded and caught up to the elderly teacher walking towards the dorms. He adjusted his walking stance so he would clearly be on guard and ready to move quickly in case of attack. "Excuse me sir, but where does one go to form a new club on campus?"

When Victor is running to group 1B, he noticed that other students pull out a small paper. He stops to pull out his one and finally found that he was in group 1A.

"SHIT, this is all your fault" Victor say.

"Excuse me?" A girl stands next to him have heard that

"Heyyy, I'm sorry but I don't talk to you"

Then he runs immidiately to group 1A while hearing a laugh inside his head "Tehehe"

When he comes, he looks at the teacher and sees his prosthesis fell to the ground. Victor almost laughs but when he sees other student just silently stand there, he acts like he doesn't know what have happened. "This must be a test, I should be careful if I want to stay here". Then he follows the group move to the dorm and doesn't care what happen after that.

Ok...

So on the first day, he was crushed by an invisible force, and was greeted with an old man who was unable to keep his teeth intact. Selwyn knew that to become a teacher in this pretigious academy, he should be something tremendous. Still, the scene was hilarious to the point that both his SG had to burst out giggling, Elise's was more impolite,

"I wonder if there is any club that we can join."

"For us?...I don't know. Hopefully, there are clubs that accept us Soul Gears."

@IronWill

Wakefield frowned as apparently the teacher leading their group had either not heard him or was ignoring him. 'Either way, I am not getting an answer from him at the moment.' Wakefield dropped back to rest of the group examine his future fellow students. To his surprise, it seemed like other students had wandered from the other groups over to his own. Among these students he recognized the student who had shoved past him in order to enter the Academy gates faster. @vn2202

Wakefield paused to consider the offending scythe wielder. The human male was pale and had black hair somewhat longer than the majority of his peers. His white scythe SG was actually quite lovely though. As the scythe was being held and not actively using a human form, Wakefield decided that only the human deserved the blame for the disrespectful action. He pulled a note of invitation he had created earlier and tied it with a soft, black ribbon against the scythe, not caring about the human's reaction to his action. The invitation invited the blade to a new club that would soon be forming on campus- a club exclusively for Soul Gears led by himself, Wakefield.

"I hope to see you there." Wakefield smiled at the scythe the color of moonlight briefly. He turned away from the pair examining other student SGs looking for new potential members, entirely ignoring the scythes human wielder.

"HEY, what does 'club' mean?" Suddenly, the voice inside his head asks him.

"Where did you hear that word? Oh that guy right, he has just asked teacher about creating a club huh?" Victor point at a white hair and blue glassess boys standing right near him.

"Yup!!!"

"Club is where two or more people united by a same interest or goal. Do you remember 3 years ago, when I apply for 'WHITE FANG' to go through the city guards and get to the death forest? That is a kind of club. But why do you ask me about it?"

"TEHEHE, that is my secret!!! I won't tell you. Hey, and don't throw away the black ribbon on me"

"What, ribbon?, where?" He looks at the scythe and finnaly sees the black ribbon. "I wonder who put it there, huh. But what happen if i throw it away?"

"I WON'T LET YOU SLEEP TONIGHT!!!"

"O...ok, I won't touch it, just let me have a sleep."

"Tehehe, that's good"

Faust heard Wakefield's question, in deed an interesting one, he looked at Tastalislao waiting for the answer, however the old man seemed to have not heard the student's voice due to all the noise.

The old man sure is deaf..
The one-eyed commented to the to the SG, as soon as he did the old man's cane impacted in his chest sending him several meters away without effort, the students watched astonished as the blond studented tried his best to stand up.

Tastalislao turned to see Faust.
"Im sorry young lad, ya said something? I'm a bit deaf you know~"

Faust heard such words, which just made him anger and ran towards the old man who hit him in the leg with the cane forcing him to go on his knees

Damn!
Faust could not believe he was going to be left in ridiculous just in the first day, in front of everyone. He just looked down, to the floor, then at the sword in his right hand and then at the old man in front of him as if he was about to admit his defeat

That's when he heard a voice he had never heard before

Kill...

Faust's right hand moved on it's own and attacking the professor with a slash tjat took him by complete surprise. He was fast enough jump back dodging it yet when hr looked at his robes they were cut open leaving his chest exposed.

Faust looked at him and dropped the blade, apologizing over and over. The old man looked at the black weapon with interest and soon smiled to Faust.

" Alright then! Let's.keep going!"
He continued walking as if nothing had happened

A long wisp of smoke came from the cigarette that sat between Donnerhardt's lips, his gaze resting on the much smaller figure to his left who stood with her head held high. "Psst..." Donnerhardt whispered a bit, attempting to grab the attention of the tiny woman. "Kin of kin." He'd chime, a hand outstretching to pat the top of her striking pink hair. "Bist du wach?"

Delphia swatted away any sort of physical contact from his end, her usual scowl crossing her features as she glanced upwards. "What?" She'd murmur under her breath, "What is it?" What could he possibly want to pester her about? She had a purpose here, it was amazing how he was able to keep such a calm composure - in fact, it made her mad. "And stop speaking German." Delphia would add, a light huff escaping her lips. She watched the taller man pinch at the butt of his cigarette and flick it off to the side, his neck craning as he blew smoke upwards towards the sky. "You have a group. No?" He'd respond with a light hum to his voice, "Number and letter- right? Follow the flow of the river and swim like salmon." Again with his cryptic phrasing, though even then it sounded ridiculous when it came from his mouth.

She had watched the scenario play out from the sidelines, though it seemed as though she would need to participate in it all now. Delphia ran her fingers through her dyed locks of hair as she shifted her weight onto one foot, then the other. "... Fine. 1A, then." She sighed as she began her hurried stride, her head nudging a bit for Donnerhardt to follow along- and of course, the tall fellow trailed just behind his much smaller contractor.

"Is this not exciting, kin of kin?" Donnerhardt chuckled as he tossed the wasted cigarette aside. "A true adventure, fit for the hardie-"

"Please shut up, I'm begging you." Delphia interrupted the beginning of his rant, her scowl only growing more prominent.

Wakefield watched as the one eyed human he had given a hint to earlier ignored his most well intentioned warnings and awakened the older humans wrath. He tsked slightly as the blond boy fell. 'Did the boy think I was just playing for a fool or are most humans this dense?' The boy had learned his lesson it had seemed until he rose suddenly again and slashed at the teacher, but merely cutting the fabric. Wakefield blinked in surprise and then nodded in understanding.

Whatever contract the boy and the weapon had formed, it was obviously one riddled with flaws and loophole that the black SG could act upon to exert her own will over her human companion. In a sense, this SG was more wielding the human than the human was with her. On one hand, SG acting independently of so called Users was a sight that did him proud, on the other hand it may not be the optimal solution in this case given that the SGs first stab at free will had been to slash at an elderly human. For now, Wakefield decided merely to observe the strange duo. If needed, he could always intercede later.

Another pair caught his eye a short human User and what was unmistakably another human form SG, the first he had seen amongst the new students. He walked right up to the tall figure behind the girl, ignoring the smell of smoke and raised his hand to shake it.

"My name is Wakefield, I am glad to see another of us out and about. How do you do, Sir?"

Donnerhardt stopped in his tracks as a stranger butted into his space, a smile spreading on his features as he looked the figure over. "Oh!" He chuckled and immediately went in for a hardy handshake- perhaps a bit too hard and friendly on his end, but no matter! He was having fun, and unlike Delphia he had the charisma for socializing. "Guten Morgen! Another one of us? Ah, do my eyes deceive me- A pleasure, such a pleasure," Donnerhardt drew his hand away, waving it about to rid the lingering remnants of smoke. "I for one am doing quite well, though under these circumstances I would not say the same for my fair contractor. I am Do-"

A small hand reached over to grab the taller male's wrist, pulling him aside. Delphia stepped in, taking what was once his place and looking up with a frown. "Don't talk to him." She stated, pointing her free hand at Wakefield. "We have more important things to do, making friends isn't on the list." Her words were blunt, straight to the point, lacking any sort of sympathy to make her... Well, a likable person. Donnerhardt broke free from her grip, simply opting to pick her up by grasping at the back of her shirt collar.

"Shame on you!" He'd retort, "You little gremlin you. So much rage in that tiny body, very unhealthy." The taller man tucked Delphia underneath his arm, securing her despite her thrashing and frustration. "Where was I? Ah! I am Donnerhardt, this is my contractor; Delphia. In Latin, it means dolphin, however she lacks the pleasant nature of one." He let out a light bout of laughter before settling back down. "Forgive her sour attitude- although making friends is not on her list, it is certainly on mine. Where is your contractor, Herr Wakefield?" How curious to see him without one in the first place. Donnerhardt had only seen pairs up until now, though perhaps he was mistaken.

@EurmalEye

@Raining

Wakefield rubbed slightly at his now somewhat sore hand after Donnerhardt's rather intense, though enthusiastic grip. The mans accent combined with his seemingly warm charisma led Wakefield to give him a friendly smile. A smile which froze once Donnerhardt's human pulled him out of her and stuck her finger out at him. His eyes narrowed at her tone and words, this human it seemed lacked all understanding of the word "manners."

"Out of respect to your companion here, I will not take offense at your words this time. But never tell me what I can or cannot do again!" His angry tone was cut short when Donnerhardt's simply picked up the young human girl and told her off. Wakefield wanted to laugh, but felt that it would worsen the situation. Instead, he simply ignored the girl's thrashing and continued to speak to Donnerhardt.

"I do not have a contractor, Donnerhardt. I am my own user. If you are interested, I will be starting a club for other Soul Gears to attend once we reach our dorm. I am sure we would be delighted to have you."

Wakefield glanced ahead of them and saw that they had all arrived at the dorm buildings.

"I will speak to you later Donnerhardt. A pleasure to have met you."

No contractor? A shame that was - however in a sense, the freedom was delightful... Yet the loneliness was crippling. Donnerhardt adjusted the small girl in his grasp, his mood lightening considerably at the thought of a club. "Oh?" He chimed, "Such a pleasant idea, I will consider it- most definitely!" His free hand raised to wave at Wakefield, though it soon wandered into the pocket of his shirt to pull out another cigarette. He let it sit between his lips as he set Delphia down, finding it a struggle to maneuver around his pockets with only one hand. "Now, kin of kin," Donnerhardt began as he lit the cigarette with a sleek silver lighter, "It was quite rude of you to snap like that."

"I care very little." Delphia turned her head away from him as she smoothed her clothing out. "But if you would like it in a more casual manner; The amount of fucks I give is next to nothing."

"Language! We are in a school and you are only seventeen - do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He looked her over, his expression clearly bewildered as he took a brief drag of his cancer stick. "You ought to scrub your mouth out with soap and water."

He resumed his stride, Delphia in pursuit as they simply followed the flow of the crowd. "Stop walking so fast, not everyone has long disgusting legs like you." The girl would demand, though to her dismay he refused to do so, teasing her as he picked up his pace. "Donnerhardt! Halt! Bitte."