We climbed one of the giant buildings from inside, reaching the top in an acceptable manner. I would try to avoid unwanted attention as much as possible. The view from the top of the 15 story building was exhilarating, as I could see over most of the city, while the wind blew lightly against my hair.

"Let's go," Amon hurried me.

"Won't you take in the sight in front of you?" I ask him while pointing my hand at the grand expanse of the cities of Holdanis.

"I've seen cooler cities in Hell," he shrugs, pulling me by the shirt.

"Fine, let's move. Follow my steps."

I jump from one building to the next, landing on their roofs. Amon follows behind, not even using his magic. Our bodies were strong enough to maneuver like this without the use of magic, even in this higher-dimensional-mana-infested city. The higher mana was thick here, as the bigger cities had stronger protection from the higher realm.

We earned some gazes from below, but it was okay since we quickly moved out of sight.

The 1st House was just around the corner, after only a few minutes of running. We didn't sprint at full speed, rather running nonchalantly, as we were in no particular hurry.

The 1st House of Swords was more of a tower than a house. A giant tower-like building with a levitating orb-like structure at the top. The tower itself was as high as a 15 story building, while the orb itself added another 5 stories at least. It peeked over the other buildings, shorter than only a few skyscrapers.

We jumped down from the building closest to the 1st Sword House. Landing on the busy streets, we alarmed the nearby people. They first looked at us, then lifted their gazes to the roof of the building we jumped from.

This feat would be possible even if you weren't enlightened, so the startled people just chatted amongst themselves before they continued with their daily life.

As we approach the entrance to the 1st House, Amon sizes it up from below.

"Why did you choose this one in particular?"

I smile, explaining how the 1st House of Swords is the best one, having a reputation for Sword Saints coming here and training along with its members.

This is the one where professor Guille trained to become one, so I knew everything about it from his stories.

Amon didn't know professor Guille in this life, which made me think about it all. Amon didn't live through the experiences of my past life, and neither has Guille nor Lucidel. They are complete strangers to me, while I know everything about them.

I felt alone at this moment, realizing that in this world, I'm the sole carrier of my past memories. Where did the world of my past life go, and what about the one before that...?

"Hey, what are you so lost in thought about? Are you scared of fighting a Sword Saint?"

"Ah, nothing. Let's head inside," I shake my head, opening the doors of this giant tower.

Amon just eyed me suspiciously, letting me walk in first. He shrugged his shoulders, walking behind me.

There was no secretary, only people moving inside from one part of the room to the other. There were multiple elevators and stairs leading to the upper floors.

I entered one of the elevators with Amon, pressing the button leading to the last floor. There were 2 other people inside with us, murmuring to themselves unsubtly. I could hear their conversation, which would go in the lines of something like, "Did these kids get lost? I can't feel their aura."

The two people—a man and a woman—were heading for the 11th floor, a training ground for swordsmen at a 'higher class', but not anyone that earned the Silver Sword award or anything higher than that.

Anyone who earned an award like that would train in the orb at the top, where we were headed.

Once we reached the 15th and final floor, we were met by security who had to check our ID to see if we were in the system. I didn't qualify for any tournament or school in this life, while Amon probably never picked up a sword in his entire life.

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The guard was enlightened, but wasn't particularly strong.

Amon walked over to him, poking his small head as close to the much taller guard's head as he could. "We have plenty of permission, don't worry. We're stronger than all of you combined."

"Kid, do you need me to call your parent–"

As soon as the word 'parents' left his mouth, Amon squashed him into the ground with his overwhelming aura.

"Leave them out of your mouth if you don't want to die," he quietly conveys while crouching beside him.

We walk past him, entering the always-active portal in the room that leads to the orb above.

Amon looks back at the man gasping for air as the room we were previously in fades away, and through the purple energy of the portal appears a new—bigger room. The inside of this orb couldn't just be described as a big room, as it wouldn't do it justice.

A school gymnasium would be more appropriate since the sheer size of this place is comparable to that. There were training dummies on one part, at least a hundred different swords displayed on the wall, and a plethora of magic devices meant to measure or aid in training.

Many people were sparring and training here, taking a glance at us once we entered.

One of those curious members approached us, sword in hand.

"Are you new here?" he asks.

The middle aged guy had wavy brown hair that reached his years, filled with sweat. He was taller than both Amon and I, with a lean yet muscular physique. He was the strongest out of all of them, having a manapool the size of 3 bottles.

"We're looking for a Sword Saint," I get straight to the point.

"Looking for a Sword Saint on your first day here. Do you think you're royalty?" he asks sarcastically.

In fact, both Amon and I were royalty, descendants from one of the most powerful and influential people in both the Overworld and Hell itself.

"Peasant," Amon scoffs.

I take my sword out, asking the guy if he'd call a Sword Saint here once I beat him in a sword duel.

"You can't beat me, kid."

I trained with my sword during the last year, perfecting my already good techniques. Now that I acquired a martial art along with a commendable aura, no swordsman could stand against me. I'd even go so far as to say that the God of Swords himself—King Grey—would praise my technique.

"I'm hiding my true abilities. If you can't gauge that you'd lose just from my stance with a sword, you're not worth my time," I sigh, walking past him arrogantly.

This spurred his long awaited pride, and he lashed out at me with his sword.

I blocked it with one hand, not even looking in his general direction.

"Hahaha! What a small fry!" Amon wheezes, slapping his knee.

The now frozen swordsman couldn't even threaten Amon, as I sliced his sword in half with a motion he probably didn't see.

The upper portion of his blade falls down to the floor as I put the Sunsword back in its cube.

"Have I convinced you enough?" I ask mockingly, sitting down with Amon on a bench to observe the other members.

Everyone was staring at us, as they heard a blade—or rather a part of it—hit the ground.

"I'll see what I can do," the guy I fought murmurs, moving out of sight.

A younger girl approaches us, leaving her gear beside us while she rests. She looked similar to the last guy, and when she introduced herself as his sister, everything was clear.

"Is he also good with a sword?" she asks me while pointing at Amon.

"No, but he could incinerate this entire building," I responded, patting the smiling demon.

"Oi, I'm not a dog!!" he barks, his ears already steaming.

She giggles, introducing herself as Millie.

"What are such strong challengers doing here?" Millie asks.

"I'm here to challenge a Sword Saint, and he's my companion," I point at Amon.

"Do you have any awards?" she nods with her head in the direction of a wall that has many Silver Sword awards and even some 'Best Sword' ones.

"No, I have none," I answer, remembering that I received a Silver Sword award in my previous life when fighting in the arena where Helios received the Best Sword award.

"With no awards and you come to challenge a Sword Saint? What a peculiar one, you are. Where do you come from?" she asks.

"From a land far away, one that I'll never return to," I state, fighting off the PTSD I get when remembering my mother's treasury.

Not only is Eclipsia's royal palace my mother's tomb, but also a reminder of my hideous mistakes every time I die. I wouldn't visit it on my own even if you paid me all the money in the world.

"Mysterious," she notes, falling silent after seeing that I wasn't particularly interested in chit chat.

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As a few minutes passed, Millie's brother returned with good news. Once he explained the situation to a Sword Saint named Usui, the kind swordsman obliged to get here in order to receive my challenge.

While waiting for my card to infiltrate the military, Amon got extremely bored, creating a fireball which he threw in the air and caught over and over again. After lying on the floor for about 30 minutes and playing catch with himself, he stood up, asking for a rematch with me.

"I'm not fighting you here, you'll blow the place up," I shut his attempt at quenching the lack of a thrill.

"You scared?" he provokes.

"No," I answer curtly.

"Come on, just fight me! I promise not to blow this place up," he swears.

"You won't be able to accept defeat otherwise," I look at him with a deadpan expression.

He continues nagging me while I just wait for the Sword Saint to arrive. Instead of Usui, a military squadron of Holdanis' soldiers had shown themselves, surrounding the building we were in.

"Did you do this?" I ask Mille's brother, drawing the Sunsword in a threatening manner.

"N-no," he defends himself, raising both hands in the air.

"Then why—"

An epiphany hit me at this exact moment. We illegally used Emperia's warp gate to get to Holdanis, after which we refused to give any identification and knocked the guards onto the floor.

"That might be it..." I conclude out loud.

"What are you going to do about it?" Amon ecstatically asks.

"I guess we'll beat them up for now," I answer, ashamed that I had to resort to physical force lately.

"Hell yeah," Amon cracks his knuckles, ready to face the whole military of Holdanis if he deems it as fun.