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Seiken Tsukai No World Break

2015-02-23T05:30:23Z

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'''Seiken Tsukai No World Break''' (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) is a Japanese light novel series written by Akamitsu Awamura and illustrated by Refeia. SB Creative has published ten volumes since November 2012 under their GA Bunko imprint.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|286px|thumb|right|Cover of Volume 1]]

== Story Synopsis ==

Written by Akamitsu Awamura, the series takes place in a private high school involving the concept of "saviors." They are known as people who possess awakened memories of their past lives. The story tells of a young boy named Moroha Haimura who comes to this private school.

At the school, there are two types of people: Shirogane, who fight enemies with weapons and techniques gleaned from the Prana powered from their own bodies, and Kuroma, who wipe out enemies with magic to manipulate the Mana powers that surpass physics. Moroha Haimura is the first person with past lives of both Shirogane and Kuroma.

== Updates ==
*February 20, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 4 Completed (Edited)
*February 14, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 3 Completed (Edited)
*February 08, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 1 Completed
*February 06, 2015 - Volume 1, Prologue Completed (Edited)
*February 06, 2015 - Project created

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== ''Seiken Tsukai No World Break'' by Akamitsu Awamura ==
=== Volume 1: Seiken Tsukai No World Break (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) ===
[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|thumb|x200px]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The School of <SAVIORS>]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - The Ideal Brother and the Unrealistic Sister]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - The Guardian of the Holy Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - The Girl Named Ranjou Satsuki]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - The Dragon In Human Form ]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Rank C Promotion]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 7|Chapter 7 - Hell Fire, Reside In My Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

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==Series Overview==
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（01） (Nov 15, 2012, ISBN 978-4-7973-7195-6)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（02） (Feb 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7305-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（03） (Apr 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7363-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（04） (Aug 12, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7472-8)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（05） (Nov 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7523-7)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（06） (Feb 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7556-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（07） (May 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7741-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（08） (Aug 12, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8016-3)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（09） (Nov 14, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8167-2)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（10） (Jan 15, 2015, ISBN 978-4-7973-8248-8)

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Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4

2015-02-23T05:29:44Z

Euphmoria:

At the start of the next day, the atmosphere in the class changed.

When Moroha stepped into the classroom, he was shocked as all the girls turned their heads simultaneously to look at him.

With very warm and affectionate looks.

Moroha as usual, sat at his seat in the middle of the last row but now with a cramped face.

“Ah, Haimura-kun.”

Just as he barely touched his seat, one of his female classmates rushed to his side.

The atmosphere suddenly turned ugly as the air was infused by feminine grudges of [Don’t jump the queue!], but as Moroha had shifted his attention to the girl in front of him, he failed to notice it completely.

She was a cute girl who seemed confident of her appearance; with a big ribbon in her hair that suited her a lot.

If not for the existence of Satsuki and Shizuno, she’d probably be the most noticeable person.

“Do you have time after school? If possible, I would like you to help tutor me in Light Techniques. I have many areas to need your help on. Of course, as thanks, maybe we can have dinner or something together after that...”

To the word “dinner”, Moroha’s mouth twitched slightly.

Although Moroha lived frugally due to his financial situation, he had never let anyone treate him before. He still had that much restraint.

But he had no qualms about accepting food in return for a favour.

Just as he was about to break into a smile of acceptance…..

“…Mohora already has an appointment.”

Like a phantom, Shizuno suddenly appeared behind the girl and grabbed her shoulder, whispering softly to her.

“I….I….I’m sorry!”

The girl retreated hurriedly with an expression as if she was having a heart attack.

“It’s just not possible to let down one’s guard.”

“You are the same,” retorted Moroha as he stared dreadfully at Shizuno who appeared out of thin air.

“You just caused me to lose my dinner.”

“Doesn’t the hostel provide those?”

“I’m in a growing phrase. Eating a 2nd dinner outside is hardly an issue.”

“I could treat you to dinner, all you can eat.”

“I don’t like to eat free meals.”

“Teach me light techniques then?”

“Aren’t you a black mage?”

“You are so dense,” sigh Shizuno. “Ranjou-san is glaring at me, so I'll be returning to my seat,” and she left.

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Satsuki, who had just opened the classroom rear door, staring at them from across the room.

Since Moroha pretended not to see her, she gave a “hmmp” and went to her seat.

Ignoring the grudge filled air generated by jealous girls.

They were in that condition because they knew that Shizuno had a date with Moroha two days ago, so they were all regretfully muttering things like [She got ahead of us] or [I was too slow].

In such a complicated atmosphere ——

“This pisses me off.”

From the front door of the classroom, the large body of Isurugi Gen appeared.

He swept his gaze around the classrooms once, and all the girls who were dreamily looking at Moroha tried their hardest to avoid looking Gen.

Even the guys, who were originally embarrassed by the delicate mood of the girls, strived not to look at Gen in the eyes.

“Isurugi-Kun, good morning to you,” greeted some of Gen’s cronies who had attached themselves to him earlier.

Gen continued to look around the classroom with dangerous eyes, proceed to his seat beside the windows and sat down heavily.

“As I said, this pissed me off,” Gen leaned against the windows, and purposefully said that in a loud voice.

“It’s strange. Why are the looks being thrown to me and Haimura so different ?”

Looked like he just wanted to vent some frustration. After saying those stuffs, he seemed to lose interest and deflected, losing the will to bitch anymore.

“That’s because you keep saying those childish things, that’s why you are being looked down upon right?”

Satsuki was saying something outrageous again.

“What did you say, bitch?”

Gen, fully roused from his previous lethargy and stood up again. Moroha could not help but covere his face with his hands.

Gen looked at Satsuki with death in his eyes, while Satsuki fearlessly stared back with scorn.

A death-match …… did not happen.

“Huh. There’s no point in messing around with a weakling.”

Gen changed his mind and sat back down in a relaxed manner.

Although Satsuki scream “WHAT DID YOU SAY!” Gen was already ignoring her.

With that, the class that regained peace……did not happened either.

“Haimura, let’s have a duel and determine who’s the No.1!”

Gen with a maniac look in his eyes said some nonsensical things.

“This kind of thing, it’s better to decide it earlier.”

What did you meant by [earlier]? What was [better to decide]? Moroha could understand.

“The No.1 is you, lets decide it that way,” Moroha replied indifferently.

Moroha had absolutely no interest in his position in the school hierarchy.

Compared to this, the bigger problem was that he already felt sleepy before morning lessons.

“You bastard…….”

Temper throbbing and giving off a ferocious look. He’s already the No.1, what was there for him to be dissatisfied about?

“What are you saying, Moroha? Don’t you have any pride?” Satuski was pulling her ponytail in exasperation at the unbelievable words from Moroha’s mouth.

“Being honest and admitting your defeat is also something to take pride about. Isurugi had been practicing Light Techniques since two years ago, so he’s obviously above me in abilities.

Moroha replied that absentmindedly as he yawned widely. He’s really going to fall asleep. This is really bad.

“Che, you damn coward. How are you a <Savior> like this?” Seeing the unmotivated look on Moroha’s face, even Gen gave up after clicking his tongue once.

Another reason was that the bell had rung and Tanaka-Sensei walked into the classroom.

(I’m not a <Savior>.)

Moroha struggled to contain his yawns while he sat up straighter.

“Unbelievable,” said Satsuki as she left that one word before returning to her seat.

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Lunch Time——

As the cafeteria was crowded, Moroha, Satsuki and Shizuno decided to have their bread lunch at the courtyard lawn.

The weather was good and the springtime sun was comfortable.

“My good mood was destroyed by you,” complained Satsuki.

Shizuno looked at Satsuki displeasingly.

“I won’t shut up. Anyway, Isurugi was running all over you, why did you remain silent even so, Moroha?”

“Because the topic of "who's the best" is dreadfully boring.”

To Moroha, lunch was the most important thing right at this moment. He eagerly tore open the bread packaging.

“Don’t you feel any defiance when other people ridicule you?”

“Nope, none whatsoever,” replied Moroha as he stuffed his mouth full of pizza toast.

“I guess Moroha is more in love with money than power?” asked Shizuno straightforwardly from his side.

“[Love] is not the appropriate word to use. I’m not a miser or anything. I just felt that it’s hard to go through life without money, and I also cannot repay my Uncle and aunt. I don’t want that.”

“I do not know if I should describe you as being realistic or something else. What a hard man to understand.”

I have desire for money, but no desire for fame. That should be what Shizuno meant, I guess?

“That is why I feel that it’s best to keep a low profile. Although money is important, I don’t really want to be rich. As long as I can be someone that Uncle and Aunt can be proud of, I’ll be satisfied. Other than that, I don’t want to reach too high above my station.”

“Is that so? I see.”

Although Moroha wondered if he was being too obstinate, luckily Shizuno seemed to understand.

After that, the sensitive Shizuno stopped talking and concentrated on opening her tea packet.

“If Onii-sama is not the No.1, then I won’t agree to it. Definitely not.”

And there was the self-proclaimed little sister who cannot read the mood, sitting on the other side of him.

“I was so angered by you that I couldn’t concentrate on the lessons the entire morning.”

“No, you had better concentrate on the lessons,” countered Moroha. “I’m not asking you to study till you spit blood out, but since the fees are free, please don’t waste the chance to get a good education.”

“This….I will admit that I am at fault on this matter,” said the embarrassed Satsuki as she played with her ponytail after being scolded by Moroha.

“Moroha is really an outstanding student.”

“I’m not up to that standard. After all the efforts my uncle spent convincing me to come to high school, if I were to leisurely pass my time here without making an effort, I’ll be so ashamed that I’d punch myself.”

Even though he was not putting any financial burden on his Uncle right now, Moroha felt that he might as well study hard instead of wasting his time. If he were to do that, he might as well go find a full-time job.

“AHHH~~AHH. I still feel so frustrated.”

Was it really that unbearable for your brother to be laugh at by others?

Satsuki had taken out a sandwich from her bag and was chewing through it savagely as if to vent her anger, while continuing to complain.

“Weren’t you the one who was complaining that Hamburgers were low class food? So Sandwiches are fine?” Shizuno quickly attacked Satsuki when she saw an opportunity.

Satsuki choked on her food and quickly gulped down some packaged orange juice.

“Sandwiches are elegant food invented by nobles!”

“How stubborn.”

“And this orange juice is not cold at all, so irritating!” Satsuki tried to shift the topic away clumsily.

Yes, it was a fact that lukewarm orange juices are terrible things. The increased acidity will stung the tongue and also leave behind a sticky aftertaste.

“Here, pass it over. I’ll cool it for you.”

“Huh? What are you doing, Urushibara?”

Satsuki tilted her head as her orange juice was taken away.

Shizuno took over the juice with her left hand, and was pointing at something with right hand.

『'''''TRACE'''''——』

Shizuno said that word significantly in a solemn voice.

Something seemed to electrify in Moroha’s mind.

『'''''Oh Child of Ice, Oh Child of Snow, lend me your breath, and freeze this with your small exhalation'''''』

While Shizuno was chanting something like an aria in a singsong voice, she seemed to be tracing something using her the tip of her right forefinger. .

That’s right. She was not pointing at anything just now. As if there was an invisible board hanging in the air, Shizuno’s graceful fingertip was writing a series of glowing glyphs.

A language that never belonged on Earth.

The language of the realm of magic.

Following her aria and gestures, the surrounding seemed to darken slightly. At their location in the centre of the courtyard with a cloudless sky overhead, it was a mysterious phenomenon. Shizuno was increasing the amount of mana within her by absorbing energy from the natural surroundings, and molding it into the form of energy she wished for.

Only a few seconds had passed.

While Shizuno was writing the glyphs, Moroha and Satsuki were mesmerized.

When she tapped strongly on the last glyph, that single line of characters seemed to rotate and disappeared into the juice package.

“Here, Its cold now.”

Shizuno casually push the package against Satsuki’s cheek, causing Satsuki to jump away in fright.

“Step One Dark Magic 《White breath》. Did you adjust it to a low powered version, Shizuno?

“Dark Magic? The power that Dark Mages used?”

After hearing Moroha’s confirmation, Satsuki screamed as if crazed while Shizuno just nodded her head.

“That’s not allowed! <Ancestral Arts> can only be used for justice. The school rules also stated clearly that you can only use it during training, or in a desperate emergency.”

“It was a desperate emergency to chill orange juice.”

“Don’t crack this kind of bad joke, Urushibara.”

“Hey, don’t be so stubborn about these matters. It’s not as if we had troubled anyone, and you were helped, isn’t that great?”

“The me just now, who thought you were a model student, was an idiot,” Satsuki sighed exaggeratedly.

“Forget it, there will be no next time. I don’t want to be disciplined for breaking the school rules.”

Looking off to the side, she sucked greedily at the orange juice.

“Ah, it’s so tasty.”

Hearing this clumsy thanks, Moroha and Satsuki can only smiled bitterly at each other.

Following, the two of them also took out more bread from the bags.

“Hahahahahaha,” laughed Satsuki suddenly while pointing at Shizuno’s bread. “Curry bread? A girl is actually eating curry bread? That’s so damaging to the grace of a girl. Hey, why is it a curry bread? Is it because it’s yellow? Are you the yellow ranger in a Sentai show?”

Although Satsuki was hard while holding her stomach, Shizuno just ignored her and continue to eat her bread calmly.

One look and you can see who was the more graceful girl between them.

“I heard that the curry bread in Akane Academy is pretty famous.”

“Really? I should have chosen that if I’ve known.”

Although the hotdog he is chewing was tasty too, Moroha started to crave for a taste of the curry bread.

He also suddenly realized something: Except for him and Satsuki, Shizuno don’t seem to have much interaction with other people, nor seemed to have any other friends. Still, once and again she will provide information and intelligence when needed. It’s really unfathomable.

“Do you want a taste, Moroha?”

“Thanks. Let me share some of mine with you.”

“Here, say Ahhhhhh……”

Moroha took a bite out of the curry bread that Shizuno held over, and Shizuno, with another Ahhh, took a bite out of Moroha’s hot dog in his hand.

“What are you doing, Onii-samaaaaaaaaaa.”

“It’s tasty!” Moroha replied while looking at Satsuki who was clutching her head, chewing all the while.

The pairing of soft bread and crispy skin gave the outer layer a sweet taste, which combined with the exciting mature tasting filling; it was the perfect blend of sweetness and spiciness.

“You said “AHHHHH!” You actually said “AHHHHHHH!” And an In,in,in…indirect kiss!”

“What indirect kiss? Are you an elementary school child?”

“How could you do that when you already have a sister, you heartless playboy!”

“Heartless? Playboy? Is that something you said to your brother in the past?”

“I wouldn’t say that! Ah~ah, to think Fraga was so gentle last time. He will go [Ahhhhhh] and feed me every day. How did he change into such a philanderer?”

“Then let me feed you now…..?”

“He would go [Ahhhh] to feed me, yet he would mischievously kissed me on the face when I closed my eyes.”

“Were the two of you really siblings?!”

Facing Satsuki who was grinning foolishly while reminiscing and even drooling a bit, Moroha cannot help but look suspiciously at her.

On the other side, Shizuno calmly said:

“I had already kissed Moroha directly. At this stage, there’s really no point in making a fuss about indirect kissing or anything like that.”

Satsuki who was in her personal daydream suddenly snapped into her demonic face.

“How could I not make a fuss? How many times had I said this, this is a major event for a girl!”

“It’s only a touch between lips.”

“What do you mean by [only]?!”

“It’s not like I’ll get pregnant.”

“PRE….PREG….PREGNANT?!”

Hearing the word spoken calmly by the expressionless Shizuno, the innocent Satsuki blushed all the way to her neck.

“It’s unbelievable! For a girl to be unaware of the importance of kissing, it’s really unbelievable!”

Satsuki, shoulders shaking and hugging her arms, turned her head away with a hmmmp.

Her cheeks were puffed out, rounded like a dolphin’s head.

On the other hand, Shizuno’s dimples were showing up on her face. She must be feeling happy about teasing Satsuki.

The single organism that was straight-laced Satsuki had not notice that yet. Shizuno was still better at this. Looking at this, Moroha could not help but smile.

“I’m full.” Moroha clapped his hand together in appreciation and thought about how peaceful the day was.

Of course, he would only come to regret his naïvety later in the day.

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After changing into the battle suits inside the changing rooms, the three of them walked together towards the tunnel.

For the afternoon practical lessons, they came to the first training arena again.

Possibly due to them being slightly early, very few students from the four classes had arrived. None of the four teachers had arrived yet either. Moroha’s group walked toward their classmates.

Isurugi Gen was there too, and seemed to be saying something in a loud voice.

“My elder brother said that the threats from the <Metaphysicals> are increasing every year, and the White Knight Order will not be able to cope if they don’t increase their war potential more.”

Three guys were surrounding him and were attentively listening to every word he said.

He had already found some followers quickly, looked like he’d be forming his very own clique soon.

“But, Isurugi-kun, isn’t that bad? That won’t be a good situation to be in.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s great for us as it’ll be the best job security guarantees. If we can be as active as my brother, we’ll go far in the future. This is all thanks to the <Metaphysicals>.”

His statement did make some sense.

But only in a twisted manner, similar to the logic of a thief.

“Ah, so that’s it. Isurugi-kun is so clever. That’s great.”

Gen was shamelessly declaring his views, and his cronies were clapping and cheering him on.

The rest of the class was frowning but since the strength of Gen was undeniable, no one got the courage to argue with him. In fact, seeing Gen’s group being so extremely conceited, they actually felt ashamed for them.

“I actually thought about this, that it’s better for a <Metaphysical> to turn a city into a sea of fire. If that happened, the country will have no choice but to increase the funding to the order.”

“Wow. If that really happen, our salaries will keep rising!”

Gen’s group started laughing outrageously.

Their wretched, obscene expressions were harmful to the eyes.

(Instead of calling them <Saviors>, it’s more accurate to call them thieves.

Moroha ignored that group and sat down on the ground. Shizuno did the same.

“You….you…..people…..” Satsuki said with an emotional expression.

Narrowed eyes, farrowed forehead and a trembling mouth. A face full of wrath, all the more remarkable due to her beauty.

“You people are all trash! A disgrace to all <Saviors>!”

Before Moroha could stop her, Satsuki had already walked toward Gen’s location.

“HUH? What nonsenses are you spouting out since yesterday!?”

Being scolded by Satsuki, Gen’s temper also flared up and he stood up quickly.

“I had let you off many times since you are a girl, but it looked as if you are getting too full of yourself,” declared Gen as he used his superior height to look down condescendingly at Satsuki.

“Trash is trash. Am I wrong to say that?”

“HUH? Who do you think you are? What rights do you have to look down on me, you damn shorty?”

“You are so dumb if you need to ask that? Remember what you were laughing about just a short while ago.”

“Ah, what about it? Are you my parents? Oh, I know, you didn’t like my words just now right? Well, we are humans too. We need to eat too, okay? Understand now?”

“My point is your aspiration is despicable!”

“Don’t tell me you are one of those “We are allies of justice” types? Listen to me, go back to kindergarten. Okay?”

“Same to you. Trash is smelly, please jump into an incinerator.”

“What did you say? I’ll grope your breasts.”

“Why don’t you die and reincarnate again? If that happen, you may become a slightly better <Savior>.”

A duel using lips and tongues as swords.

Satsuki and Gen’s insults were getting worst and worst.

Everyone was staring at the two of them.

“Shall we help her, Moroha?”

“That’ll only complicate matters.”

Shizuno also understood that, so she nodded her head silently upon hearing Moroha’s answer.

The situation will only get worse if you blundered clumsily into it. It’s a different case if one side was to strike the other, but as they are still in a verbal war it’s better to observe at the moment.

Just as Moroha came to this conclusion——

“What is this commotion about?” The class teacher of the 2nd class demanded as he entered the arena.

Gen displayed a “Another interruption” expression as he clicked his tongue in irritation.

For Moroha, this should have been the end of this matter and he had relaxed himself. He was too naïve.

“Sensei, these two had already released their prana. It’s so impressive.” One of Gen’s cronies commented with an innocent face.

“Ah. I saw that yesterday. To reach this level barely into the curriculum, it’s really impressive.”

“So~~if possible could we have the two of them give a demonstration duel for the rest of us?”

“Oh? If possible I would like my students observe too. If the two of you are willing, how about it?”

Moroha clicked his tongue in irritation this time. So this was what’s going on. Just as he was about to restrain Satsuki——

“It’s fine. Let me teach this ignorant goon what a <Savior> should be!” Satsuki declared first.

“HEH HEH! That’s good. Then show me the strength of your justice.”

Gen accepted of course. An expression that he had been waiting for a chance like this.

(Damn it. Satsuki, you single cell organism.) Moroha ran out of excuses he could have used since the teacher approved the practice duel.

He could only looked on helplessly as the teacher of the 2nd class gave clear instructions for the preparations.

All the 1st year students were seated at the viewing gallery

Only three persons were standing on the training ground.

The referee, Tanaka-sensei, and the spirited Satuki and Isurugi Gen.

As they were standing in front of authorities, no more insults were being thrown between the two of them. But the two of them are glaring at each other with grudges.

“Ready, Start!” Tanaka gave the signal. Satsuki and Gen released their prana simultaneously.

Satsuki’s arms were emitting a golden light, but Gen’s whole body is awash in a blood red aura.

Next, the two of them materialized their weapons from their ID Tags.

Satuki’s weapon is a small double-edge sword. She wasn’t able to do this feat yesterday but was able to successfully materialize it today.

She must have practiced hard in the hostel yesterday. Although Satsuki loved to make many declarations and talked big, but she also had a hardworking facet in her.

And on Gen’s side——a giant fierce looking axe.

The observing students felt the oppressing will of the combatants and cannot helped but shiver.

Moroha also prayed that Satsuki remained safe.

“There’s no need to fear any injuries in the arena. You’ll be fine as long as you reached outside.”

“I’m not worried about that, Shizuno.”

Moroha did not want Satsuki to feel any suffering. Concentrating on Satsuki, He continued to pray silently.

“I’m Coming, Isurugi.”

Satsuki sounded a bit nervous, but she set her determination and attacked with a strong pressure.

“TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” With her shout, she raised her sword in both hands and swung down with a beautiful strike.

Only, Gen continued standing in place motionlessly. Or was he unable to move? Shouldering his axe, he remained motionless.

Satsuki’s sword arced once.

This was a strike enhanced by 《Titan Strength Link》. If you were to take in such a blow victory will be decided immediately, right?

A blunt sound rung out and something was thrown into the air.

That thing kept spinning and a curve path, and struck upright on the ground behind Satsuki.

It’s Satsuki’s sword.

“…What happened?” Shizuno asked but Moroha had only seen a quick shadow.

Gen who had been foolishly standing like a motionless statue had done something with an incredible speed.

Looming at the results, he must have knocked away Satsuki’s weapon with his axe.

“AH….uhhh…..?” Looking at her empty hands, Satsuki gave a confused look.

This meant that Gen’s movement was so fast that Satsuki was not able to see and realized what had happened.

Victory had been decided in an instant.

Satsuki and Gen had a huge difference between their fighting abilities.

“Pick it up,” said Gen confidently as he tapped his axe lightly against his shoulder.

“We can’t continue the duel if you have no weapon, right. So pick it up.”

Being pitied on by him, Satsuki could only tremble in shame where she stood.

“You don’t have to go easy on me. We are just having a demonstration duel. Prepare yourself anew and we’ll start over again.”

Gen’s words were filled with sincerity and generosity.

And because to this, all the more insulting it was.

Due to rage and shame, Satsuki’s face color had already gone past red and into a blue-black shade.

“Hey hey, you need to buck up a bit more. It’s not good if an ally of justice retreat just because of a small setback.”

“I’ll definitely make you cry and apologized to me….”

To pick up her sword, Satuki strongly turned her body and ran toward it.

Gen’s lips twisted upward in a despicable smirk.

Rushing forward, he swung his axe downward towards Satsuki’s unprotected back.

No blood splattered. Satsuki did not suffer any injuries.

In replacement, the clothing on her back was sliced apart with just the correct amount of strength. The cloth on her back and the strap of her bra were cut apart.

The white skin of her back was displayed fully to all the 1st year students.

“Noooooooooooo!” Satsuki cannot helped but knelt down. The skin of her back was slowly dyed red.

“Ku…HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.” Gen was laughing to the extent of having tears in his eyes.

Moroha had already rushed out. With unbelievable speed, he had jumped out of the viewing gallery and landed onto the training ground. Running to Satsuki’s side, he quickly covered her with a coat.

“Oi oi, Haimura? We are in the middle of a duel, you know? Don’t interfere okay. It’s despicable right?”

“…………”

Facing Gen’s taunts, Haimura did not reply at all. He was too furious to form any incoherent words.

“It’s also not right to bully those weaker than you too, Isurugi-kun.” At this point, Tanaka-sensei gave a word of warning to Gen.

“A demonstration duel is one thing, but a private fight is disallowed!”

“Don’t you have any awareness of what being a <Savior> means?”

“As one of the chosen, how could you….”

The class teachers of class two, three and four also arrived on the training ground and started lecturing strictly.

A wall of human bodies separated Gen and Moroha.

“Ah my bad,” Gen apologized in an insincere tone, and turning his body to squeeze through the wall of bodies, continue his follow up “attack” at the still shaking Satsuki:

“Ranjou, did you hear that? It seems you are a weakling!”

Hearing that, Satsuki’s body jumped once.

“Shut up!” Although Moroha was unreservedly releasing his bloodlust, it did not even register at all on Gen standing near the teachers.

“Aren’t you Isurugi Jin’s brother? Why don’t you learnt a bit on how to conduct yourself like your outstanding brother….” While Tanaka-sensei tried to advise Gen, Gen is still exultantly ridiculing Satsuki.

“Ranjou said it herself that we are all <Saviors> and that for peace we had to battle the <Metaphysical>. If so, isn’t weaklings like Ranjou here the ones that’s disgracing all <Saviors>? She may be good at shooting her mouth off, but she’s such a loser in reality.”

Gen laughed heartily holding his stomach.

Kyaaaaa, screamed Satsuki sharply.

Next, she ran out covering her ears.

“Wait, Satsuki.” Moroha wasn’t able to catch her, his voice didn't even reach her ears.

Satsuki ran into the connecting tunnel under the eyes of the entire year one student body.

“Ha ha ha ha, remember this! Weaklings should surround and serve the strong.”

“Enough is enough. Know where to draw the line, Isurugi-kun!”

Gen continued to laugh hard. Even when the 4 teachers continue to admonish him, he treated their words as wind.

“….Isurugu.” Moroha glared at Gen again.

But, right now——

Satsuki’s small back had already disappeared from his sight as she ran outside the arena. He cannot but helped but to worry for her.

He wanted to hold her shaking delicate shoulders.

He couldn’t ignore Satsuki.

Moroha did not hesitate and chased after her.

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Satsuki was in the courtyard.

She sitting, hugging her knees, near the grassy area where they had lunch not long ago.

As all the students were having practical lessons at the moment, no one was around.

Except for Moroha.

As she had ran out of the arena, Satuski and Moroha’s clothings had reverted back to their original state. Moroha noted that he’ll need to cover her with a coat again.

“Only Moroha is not allowed to come near...”

“Why only me…..?”

“Because I don’t want you to see my pathetic face right now.” Satsuki replied weakly, eyes puffy and red from crying.

She kept silent after that.

Seeing her lonely back as she sat hugging her knees, Moroha found it hard to follow her instructions.

Still,

“If I cannot look at you, I can still stay at your side, right?”

Supporting his head with his arms, and positioned his back toward Satsuki.

Satsuki continued to remain silent.

So it means that he can stay at her side, Moroha forced himself to interpret her silence as that.

The weather report had stated that the spring season for this year will be a good one. As proven by looking up into the sky, the mild sun was gently shining on and warming up the two of them.

“I don’t think that you have anything to be ashamed of.” Moroha, taking the sun as a role model, gently consoled the depressed Satsuki.

“I may not know the meaning of the existence of <Savior> in this world, but compared to the strong ruling over the weak, isn’t the side working towards a noble goal more impressive? In my opinion, Isurugi is the disgraceful side.”

Still, Satsuki continue to remain silent.

(I’ve ran out of ideas.)

Moroha decided to observe the sun and wait leisurely.

He may be scolded by the teachers later, but he cannot bring himself to care at the moment.

Compared to lessons, Satsuki is more important right now.

<center><big><big>◆◆◆</big></big></center>

How many sheep-like clouds had he counted floating pass in the sky?

“I wanted Onii-sama to praise me.” Satsuki said mumbled suddenly.

Moroha was shocked lightly by her sudden utterance.

The feeling of wanting to be praised, he also strongly desired that. He wanted the deeply respected guardians who raised him to say to him [You had done very well].

And, he wanted to repay them too.

In a certain sense, he chose this school precisely for that reason.

Being on the same wavelength as Satsuki, Moroha continued to wait silently for Satsuki to continue.

“Due to misfortune, the towns I lived in were attacked one after another by <Metaphysical>. Due to this, until my 3rd year of middle school I was forced to move house 12 times.

“If you keep moving around, isn’t it hard to make friends?”

Moroha felt Satsuki nodding her head.

“Still, I wasn’t lonely at all. I had Salacia’s memories and dreamed of Fraga every night when I sleep. To Salacia, Fraga was her world and everything. To me, it was the same.”

She confessed all that in a mournful voice and a soft tone. To Satsuki, her beloved Onii-sama is a supremely important existence.

While temporarily ignoring the fact that Moroha was that beloved Onii-sama for the moment, the loyalty she displayed toward that love wwould make anyone feel touched by her.

“After I passed the test and found myself a <Savior>, and informed that I’m not the only one who had memories of their past life, and that there is a school that gathered <Saviors>, I had a thought…….”

Moroha felt Satsuki’s gaze behind his back.

“I came here on the off-chance that I can meet up with Onii-sama.”

Moroha silently continued to listen to her confession with his back to her.

“That was the only reason I entered this school.”

Satsuki breathe in deeply through her mouth and nose.

“Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

She sniffed through her nose, and forcefully tried to stem the tears gathering in her eyes.

“Truthfully, [justice] or [save the world] are only secondary to me. I was only trying to act tough in front of Onii-sama, and wanted him to praise me. And, I wanted to fight by Onii-sama’s side. No matter the opponent or reasons, this time I will be by my Onii-sama’s side to witness his fights. That was my only wish.”

She revealed the truth and real feelings hidden in her heart.

“So I was only trying to act tough and being stubborn. When Onii-sama said that he did not wish to fight in this life, I became distraught and then got angry.”

She revealed the guilt hidden in her heart.

“My goals are not noble at all. I actually had no rights to preach to Isurugi, because I’m the same as him. Looking at him, it was like looking into a mirror and seeing my ugly side. I cannot resist myself and challenged him. And I lost……even when those fellow laughs at Onii-sama, as your sister I cannot even protect your honor. I am so useless…..”

Her voice started shaking and break apart as she talked, and after reaching the end she started crying again.

Hugging her legs, she rolled her small body even tighter into a ball, looking even smaller.

A vulnerable girl was crying silently.

“I beg you, Onii-sama. Scold me just like you used to. I am fine with any reprimand.”

She cried harder as she begged him.

So.

It’s enough.

Moroha turned his body to face her and held her shaking, delicate shoulders, and asked:

“Do you like me? Not Fraga, but me?”

The suddenly frozen Satsuki lifted her head.

“Eh…..what?” Satsuki asked with a doubtful expression.

Then, her face spoiled by crying was blushed a faint gentle red.

Moroha continue purposefully:

“I will also be honest with you. I cannot treat you as my little sister, for I have very little memories of my past life. So, even if you go Onii-sama this or Onii-sama that, I will only be at a loss.”

BUT.

“The strength of your yearning, feelings and love for your [Onii-sama], I already know them well.”

Moroha purposely smiled a smile, [you brocon].

About justice, about <Saviors>, Moroha had no interest at all. In fact, he cannot match Satsuki’s frequency most of the time actually.

So Moroha had no rights to lecture Satsuki.

Moroha felt happy now though.

For he is joyful at finally understanding the girl named Ranjou Satsuki.

And he liked her even more now.

“So, if you really liked me, I will receive your feelings.”

As Moroha earnestly said out every word, Satsuki’s face turned redder and redder.

“You said re,re,re,re,received? How are you going to do that?” Satsuki tried her best to ask while stammering. Even so, at this point Satsuki felt that steam was coming out of her head.

“AH~.” To allow time for Satsuki to calm herself down, Moroha paused for a while.

Satsuki abandoned her previous pose, and unconsciously leaned her body forward.

Moroha, with his utmost feelings, replied:

“I will try my best to treat you as my little sister.”

Satsuki revealed a complicated expression.

“Ah? You are not willing?” Moroha tilted his head and felt surprised.

Satsuki also paused for a while, with her face twisting for a split second.

“How could I not be willing? Isn’t that my wish all along?”

With a half-crying and half-laughing expression, Satsuki threw herself into Moroha’s arms.

Going with her momentum, Moroha fell down and hugged her tightly.

The two of them lay on the glassy lawn hugging each other tightly.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_187.jpg|thumbnail]]

Sure enough——

Even if he treated Satsuki like a little sister, the crime-like softness of her body, the sweet smells like a forbidden fruit from her hair, the warmth of her velvety skin were all a severe burden on his heart.

Moroha was trying his best to suppress his worldly desires, because the Satsuki who was wetting his chest is that pure, that warm.

This is a sister, Moroha had to continue to remind himself in his heart.

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After school, an obscene voice resounded in the school corridor.

“I say, that crying face of Ranjou was simply marvelous.”

“From now on, she won’t be able to show off in front of Isurugi-kun, right?”

“If not for that interfering Haimura who was acting tough, I would have shamed her more. What a pity.”

HAHAHAHA.HAHAHAHA.

The deplorable conversations between Isurugi Gen and his two followers who were not even trying to hide their rotten morals.

They were pushing aside other students, and walking arrogantly down the corridor.

Suddenly, their footsteps stopped. Someone was blocking their way.

It’s Moroha with the setting sun behind his back.

With the backlight, he was using a pair of somber eyes to look at the group.

“What. Are you here to seek revenge for that girl?” Gen coldly laughed.

Moroha remained silent.

“I’m asking you what you are here for!”

Even when Gen started shouting, Moroha remained silent. He only looked back at them with his ever increasingly deepening and darkening fearsome eyes.

(This guy… can actually give this kind of look…)

Gen could feel sweat beneath his clothes.

“Moroha, you bastard! Don’t be so full of yourself!”

One of Gen’s cronies rushed toward Moroha angrily.

Just when he was about to grab Moroha, he found his face grabbed by Moroha instead.

Moroha’s fingers were emitting some creaking sounds and were deeply forced into that crony’s face.

That person cried out in pain but he wasn’t able to free himself. He was finally thrown away like rubbish to roll his way to Gen’s legs.

“Haimura, do you think you can leave unscathed after you bully one of my boys?”

Gen helped to lift up the fallen person, and used a rough and deep voice to growl out his displeasure. Even his followers started shaking at hearing that voice.

But, Moroha just continued to glare at them.

“It’s surprising to me…..” Moroha finally opened his mouth.

“Do you think you can leave unscathed after you made my little sister cry?”

This was said in a normal voice that will not cause any fear in people hearing it.

Yet Gen’s cronies were so scared that their faces turned white.

“If you have the will, then I’ll accompany you to the end. We’ll see which of us is the No.1.” Gen savagely howled.

“I’m not interested in the position of No.1, but I’ll have you kowtowing to Satsuki for forgiveness.” Moroha announced coldly.

Since both side refused to back down, a fight is imminent.

Tension rose in the air of the corridor.

As if one is locked inside a room with of explosive.

The other students had long disappeared. Gen’s followers were retreating as far as they can.

It’s imminent.

The tension filled air was disturbed by an untimely cough.

“Ah…ah…cough. How many times do I need to repeat myself before you all understand? A private fight between <Saviors> is not allowed.”

Gen roughly turned his head behind him.

When did this happen? Without anyone’s notice or awareness, Tanaka-sensei is leaning against the wall near them.

“Still, it’s not like I don’t understand your feelings. So let’s change locations. So why don’t you let me handle this matter? If you listen to me, I guarantee the two of you will get to fight as much as you want.” Tanaka-sensei said as he wiped his black-rimmed glasses with his handkerchief.

Gen, intrigued, nodded his head. Moroha appeared without dissension ——

In this way, the curtains raised for the battle stage between Moroha and Gen.

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Seiken Tsukai No World Break

2015-02-23T01:50:58Z

Euphmoria: /* Updates */

{{Teaser|English}}

'''Seiken Tsukai No World Break''' (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) is a Japanese light novel series written by Akamitsu Awamura and illustrated by Refeia. SB Creative has published ten volumes since November 2012 under their GA Bunko imprint.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|286px|thumb|right|Cover of Volume 1]]

== Story Synopsis ==

Written by Akamitsu Awamura, the series takes place in a private high school involving the concept of "saviors." They are known as people who possess awakened memories of their past lives. The story tells of a young boy named Moroha Haimura who comes to this private school.

At the school, there are two types of people: Shirogane, who fight enemies with weapons and techniques gleaned from the Prana powered from their own bodies, and Kuroma, who wipe out enemies with magic to manipulate the Mana powers that surpass physics. Moroha Haimura is the first person with past lives of both Shirogane and Kuroma.

== Updates ==
*February 20, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 4 Completed
*February 14, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 3 Completed (Edited)
*February 08, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 1 Completed
*February 06, 2015 - Volume 1, Prologue Completed (Edited)
*February 06, 2015 - Project created

== Translation ==

=== Format Standards ===

'''Every chapter (after editing) must conform to the general format guidelines.'''
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]

=== [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break Registration Page|Registration page]] ===

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== ''Seiken Tsukai No World Break'' by Akamitsu Awamura ==
=== Volume 1: Seiken Tsukai No World Break (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) ===
[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|thumb|x200px]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The School of <SAVIORS>]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - The Ideal Brother and the Unrealistic Sister]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - The Guardian of the Holy Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - The Girl Named Ranjou Satsuki]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - The Dragon In Human Form ]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Rank C Promotion]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 7|Chapter 7 - Hell Fire, Reside In My Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

== Project Staff ==
* Supervisor:
* Project Manager: [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]

==== Translators ====

'''Active'''
* [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]

'''Inactive'''

==== Editors ====

'''Active'''
* [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]
* [[User:Euphmoria|Euphmoria]]
'''Inactive'''

== Project Status ==
Project Status: '''Teaser'''

==Series Overview==
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（01） (Nov 15, 2012, ISBN 978-4-7973-7195-6)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（02） (Feb 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7305-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（03） (Apr 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7363-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（04） (Aug 12, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7472-8)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（05） (Nov 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7523-7)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（06） (Feb 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7556-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（07） (May 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7741-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（08） (Aug 12, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8016-3)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（09） (Nov 14, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8167-2)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（10） (Jan 15, 2015, ISBN 978-4-7973-8248-8)

[[Category:GA Bunko]]

Seiken Tsukai No World Break

2015-02-15T20:06:35Z

Euphmoria: /* Updates */

{{Teaser|English}}

'''Seiken Tsukai No World Break''' (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) is a Japanese light novel series written by Akamitsu Awamura and illustrated by Refeia. SB Creative has published ten volumes since November 2012 under their GA Bunko imprint.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|286px|thumb|right|Cover of Volume 1]]

== Story Synopsis ==

Written by Akamitsu Awamura, the series takes place in a private high school involving the concept of "saviors." They are known as people who possess awakened memories of their past lives. The story tells of a young boy named Moroha Haimura who comes to this private school.

At the school, there are two types of people: Shirogane, who fight enemies with weapons and techniques gleaned from the Prana powered from their own bodies, and Kuroma, who wipe out enemies with magic to manipulate the Mana powers that surpass physics. Moroha Haimura is the first person with past lives of both Shirogane and Kuroma.

== Updates ==
*February 14, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 3 Completed (Edited)
*February 08, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 1 Completed
*February 06, 2015 - Volume 1, Prologue Completed (Edited)
*February 06, 2015 - Project created

== Translation ==

=== Format Standards ===

'''Every chapter (after editing) must conform to the general format guidelines.'''
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]

=== [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break Registration Page|Registration page]] ===

'''Translators are asked to [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break Registration Page|Register]] the chapters they want to work on.'''

== Feedback Thread ==

'''If you enjoyed the translation, why don't you tell us on the [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=10835 Feedback Thread]'''

== ''Seiken Tsukai No World Break'' by Akamitsu Awamura ==
=== Volume 1: Seiken Tsukai No World Break (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) ===
[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|thumb|x200px]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The School of <SAVIORS>]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - The Ideal Brother and the Unrealistic Sister]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - The Guardian of the Holy Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - The Girl Named Ranjou Satsuki]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - The Dragon In Human Form ]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Rank C Promotion]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 7|Chapter 7 - Hell Fire, Reside In My Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

== Project Staff ==
* Supervisor:
* Project Manager: [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]

==== Translators ====

'''Active'''
* [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]

'''Inactive'''

==== Editors ====

'''Active'''
* [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]
* [[User:Euphmoria|Euphmoria]]
'''Inactive'''

== Project Status ==
Project Status: '''Teaser'''

==Series Overview==
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（01） (Nov 15, 2012, ISBN 978-4-7973-7195-6)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（02） (Feb 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7305-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（03） (Apr 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7363-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（04） (Aug 12, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7472-8)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（05） (Nov 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7523-7)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（06） (Feb 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7556-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（07） (May 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7741-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（08） (Aug 12, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8016-3)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（09） (Nov 14, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8167-2)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（10） (Jan 15, 2015, ISBN 978-4-7973-8248-8)

[[Category:GA Bunko]]

Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3

2015-02-15T20:05:37Z

Euphmoria:

The male hostel of Akane Academy is a modern building completed around five years ago.

When one described a male hostel, an image of a dingy, dirty building will emerge, but this building is different.

Designed like a high class hotel, even the entrance is modernised with an automatic sensor gate.

Mohora’s room is located on the third floor, a carpeted room with western interior design. Mohora had long wanted to live in a place without tatami floorings and on a real bed, he was fairly dancing in joy when he moved into this room.

Moroha woke up to the alarm clock on the second morning of his high school life.

He sat up and blurrily looked around his room.

In addition to the bed and a study desk, the furnishing included a wardrobe, LCD flat screen TV, a bookshelf, a small fridge and a folding table. These were school-issued seeing as how they are everyday necessities.

There is even air-conditioning. Also, a high-end laptop computer with free, unlimited internet access.

To Moroha who came from a poor family, every item in this room is an expensive luxury item that he had longed for his entire life. He was deeply touched when he first realised he can use all of them.

For him who came to school with almost no personal belongings, in a single night he had turned into a high school student with a fulfilling life. How much investment was poured into this school? While he contemplated that question, he was cheerful. “It’s great to have entered this school.”

Moroha climbed out of the bed and switched off the alarm.

Then he noticed the letter he had placed on the table.

“I’ll need to remember to post this on the way to school,” he muttered that as he confirmed the address and name on the envelope. The address is his uncle’s home, which was where Moroha was living until now. He had promised to send a letter home after the end of the welcoming ceremony.

As stated before, his uncle and aunt who raised him are not considered well-off financially.

Nevertheless, they did not hesitate to take in the orphaned Moroha who had nowhere else to turn to. A very kind couple.

It is because of this kindness that Moroha wished to be courteous to them in return. If the couple had just been slightly relaxed or showed some small weakness to Moroha, the extremely well-behaved Moroha might have acted more like a playful child his age.

Although not as close to them as a real family, Moroha still liked and respected the two people who bought him up.

And because of that, Moroha was not willing to add to their burdens and was going to abandon a high school education. He wanted to enter society as soon as possible as a working individual so that he can repay them.

Of course the two of them objected strenuously, and wanted him to go to high school, and even University if possible. In his last year of middle school, they would discuss the matter with him almost every day.

The turning point was when he took a strange test in school. After passing the mandatory test required for all students in his year, he was declared a <Savior>.

Soon after, some high level executives from Akane Academy came and begged him to join their high school. Their sincere attitude, along with their unreserved explanations of the advantages and dangers of the academy, was able to generate some good will from Moroha.

Plus, it’s a boarding school, with all expenses waived. Basically, everything in the school is free, that’s the main draw for Moroha.

More importantly, with some hard work, he will be employed in an international organisation upon graduation immediately. At that point, he can start to repay his guardians.

In the end, there was absolutely no reason for Moroha to refuse the invitation.

Since details pertaining to <Saviors> and Akane Academy were classified, his class teacher was sent to his uncle and aunt with an assurance of “It’s a great school.” Pleased, the two of them did not raise any objection for Moroha to attend the school.

“I will work hard,” promised Moroha aloud to the letter.

Scratching his head, he contemplated the truth of the saying: You’ll talk to yourself more when you live alone.

Ok, Lets have breakfast. Wearing his sleepwear 'come house wear, he proceeded to the cafeteria in a T-shirt and shorts.

He was not worried about his attire as there are only mostly guys in the cafeteria, and all of them were his peers.

The cafeteria is a huge room that can seat more than a 100 people at the same time.

The meal attendants will serve you after you queued in the line with your meal trays.

Breakfast for today is Rice, Miso soup, fried lotus roots, egg rolls and grilled fish with salad as a side dish.

(A 3-dish meal early in the morning, how extravagant.)

A great situation for Moroha who was always hungry like any adolescent.

If his current life can continued like this for the next 3 years, he’d be living his dream.

(Still, the taste is still not as good as Auntie’s cooking.)

Moroha daydreamed as he ate his breakfast. It’ll be a lie to say that he is not homesick.

(Just like the saying, Home is where the heart is.)

Suddenly depressed, he quickly finished his breakfast.

Back in his room, he gave his face a quick wash and tidied his appearance. Now he’s ready to go to school.

Opening his wardrobe, he took out his school jacket hanging inside.

The photo that was placed on the top shelf was revealed.

That was the last family photo he took with his parents when he was in elementary school.

Moroha lived with his family in a small countryside town. His parents, in partnership with the local agriculture farms, operate a small eatery with fresh products and ingredients.

When Moroha was seven, his parents drove a small truck out to the farms to stock up.

And a traffic accident occurred.

Moroha was in school when the school received the notice, he rushed to the hospital, along with his class teacher.

His parents were in critical condition.

“The critical issue is that they lost too much blood,” the doctor explained to the teacher in a low tone, ignoring Moroha who was a small child.

But Moroha was smart for his age, and understood their conversation.

As his parents were a rare blood type, a rural hospital did not have any stocks on hand. Even if some were rushed down, it’s unknown if it can reach here in time——

That was basically the situation.

Once he understood the situation, he unhesitantly rushed to the adults, and cried out ”Use my blood.”

He knew that he had the same blood type as his parents.

But the doctor shook his head. Moroha was too young and he cannot approve a blood transfusion using him.

Moroha begged and screamed. As he cried, he held onto the doctor and begged continuously.

He wanted to save his parents from the bottom of his heart, regardless of the price.

“Please pray then. Pray that your parents make it through,” the doctor replied coldly, even till the end.

The blood did not reached the hospital in time, and his parents both drew their last breath at almost the same time.

Moroha was not able to save his parents——

Remembering this painful memory, Moroha bit down on his lips.

Eight years had passed since. It had taken a lot of effort before Moroha could control his emotions when he looked at the photo of his parents.

Near the end of the date yesterday, he fought with Satsuki.

The barely healed emotional scars were torn apart again.

But, it was not Satsuki’s fault. The fault lied with…..

He looked at the boy in the photo.

The he in the photo looked back at him with irritated eyes.

In the photo, his mother was hugging him, an elementary school student then, from behind. Due to that, he was exhibiting an unhappy and embarrassed expression.

To the current Moroha, that expression looked as if the boy was condemning him.

“Hah… don’t glare at me like that, I understand clearly,” muttered Moroha to himself.

“I can’t even save my parents, so how am I supposed to save anyone else?”

If he met with someone who suffered the same past as him ——

If that someone were to boastfully declared: “I am a <Savior>”, Moroha would have definitely stepped forward and punched him. After which, he'd lecture the person for his arrogance and presumptuousness.

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Akane Academy and most of its associated facilities are located on top of a hill.

It was a hill that’s shaped like a pudding. While the top of the hill was very wide, the hill was not really that high. Unfortunately, while the route from the bottom to the top was short in terms of distance, it was a steep slope. This made waking to school rather quite a difficult and arduous chore.

(Why are the hostels located at the foot of the hill? Since there’s so much space at the top, why not construct it within the academy?) This was a common complaint amongst the students.

Moroha, as if encouraged by the summer wind, was challenging the hell slope.

(It’s not too bad now, but when the summer heat arrives it’ll be a killer.)

Just as he was thinking to himself, he spotted a familiar ponytail at a distance in front of him.

It’s Satsuki.

He hesitated for a moment to consider if he should call out to her, but since he was not willing to drag out the awkward mood from yesterday, he chased after and caught up to her.

“Ah, I’m so sorry about yesterday. Even when you took time to play with me,” said Satsuki hesitantly, after she stared dully at Moroha for a short while.

“I… I didn’t mind. I went, just a little bit, overboard with what I said,” Moroha smiled after he said that. Reconciliation successful.

After, the two of them continued on side by side. Their steps were light, no assistance from the wind required.

“For me, I thought about it late into the night,” Satsuki, as if she could no longer take the silence, spoke ambiguously.

“I did my best to re-evaluate Fraga as a person.”

Due to their difference in height, Satsuki looked up to Moroha proudly.

“Moroha, you don’t remember much, right?” She sounded very satisfied about her ability to remember her past life, as if it was a great honour.

“I thought about it carefully last night and remembered; Fraga was not the type to spout things like [I fight for justice] or [I will protect the world] from his mouth. He’d just disappeare into thin air and stealthily travel to the warzone himself, winning the battle single-handedly regardless of any injuries. That’s what he did until the end, when justice prevailed and the world was protected——that's the kind of person he was.”

Even if Satsuki said all that, Moroha did not know how to reply. As he hesitated, Satsuki held out a single hand, indicating that he did not need to speak.

“It was my fault yesterday. [Fraga] is [Moroha]. Regardless of what may happen, I believed that Onii-sama will definitely fight beside me,” smiled Satsuki.

Blinding pure white teeth, a pure straight smile who no crookedness.

“You think too highly of me.”

“It’s fine as long as I believe. Don’t be so modest! As you are my Onii-same, be more conceited.”

Satsuki smilingly flicked Moroha’s nose with a finger.

(Hah….I just cannot say no to her.) Moroha thought darkly as he rubbed his nose.

But, there was no feeling of unhappiness.

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Lessons officially commenced on the second day of school.

Theories were conducted in the morning. While subjects on the <Saviors> were touched on, other courses similar to a normal high school were aslo held. This was in consideration to the fact that not all students will be able to join the White Knight Order, so a decision was made to help those other students to enter the University of their choice after graduating from here.

Even if special and secretive, Akane Academy is still a high school.

In addition, since English is the common language in the international White Knight Order, language lessons are more comprehensive than most other schools.

After lunch, it’s finally the practical lessons——

In other words, training to use <Ancestral Arts>.

Even if you aim to do clerical work in the order, a minimum skill level and knowledge was required.

Thus, Moroha was full of enthusiasm when he arrived for the lesson.

All the first years were gathered in the First Training Arena. A round building with a bowl-shaped interior, the ground level is an extremely spacious training ground and surrounded by rows of seats. The first row of seats was raised very high above the ground level, thus the training area was surrounded by high walls.

“This is impressive.”

“Thi…this is nothing right? I guess the size is only barely adequate. With this, us siblings can rampage to our heart’s content, right?”

“There are 2 more buildings like this.”

“!?”

Moroha, Satsuki and Shizuno were chatting loudly as they walked through a set of opened gates.

This set of gates leads to a tunnel that goes under the seating gallery and into the arena.

“Oh…..”

Steeping onto the arena, Moroha suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness.

After a few seconds, the sleepy feeling dissipated.

“Wha, Wha, What was that just now?”

It appeared that Satsuki had the same experience, and was hugging herself protectively.

“The interior of the arena is linked to a pocket dimension created by a unique <Ancestral Arts>. To describe it simply, the pocket dimension is similar to being in a [Dream World]. We just passed through the boundary, so we have all [slumbered],” Shizuno calmly explained while walking briskly in the tunnel.

“Why…why was there a need to create something like a pocket dimension?”

“Inside the pocket dimension, even if a hole is blown through your stomach, you’ll be fine immediately once you stepped out of it. Just like being shocked awake from a nightmare. With this assurance, you’ll be able to rampage to your heart’s content, right?”

“I don’t like this….I don’t want to imagine it……” Satsuki was holding her head in fear after being frightened by Shizuno.

“Hmm….It is assuring though,” Moroha concluded.

If any normal school were to have such a huge and majestic building as a sport hall, it’ll be their pride and joy. But [forming a pocket dimension within] is beyond anyone’s expectation.

The three of them continued to chat as they walked down the tunnel, and finally emerged onto the arena ground.

4 teachers and their classes had already arrived, and the combined students were gathered together in one group.

When the school bell rang, Moroha and the rest of Class 1 gathered in front of Tanaka-sensei.

Everyone were not seated neatly according to their student numbers like in their classroom, but scattered around sitting or standing as they liked in a loose group as they prepared for Tanaka’s lessons. Moroha, Satsuki and Shizuno were sitting together naturally.

One person who was sitting slightly further away caught Moroha’s attention.

A male student who gave off the impression of a wolf.

A small amused grin on his face, he looked as if he despised everyone around him while he surveyed his surroundings. A brutish aura that caused everyone to be wary of him.

“Okay. Listen carefully,” Tanaka said. With that, the lesson started and Moroha shifted his attention back to the sensei.

Another side note, the students and the teachers were all dressed in battlesuits specially designed for <Saviors>. While the battlesuits were extremely light and easy to move around in, the design revealed a lot of skin, embarrassing some of the more conservative students, thus it was not popular among the female students.

Anyway, the class listened attentively to Tanaka.

“Hm. As was taught in the morning, saviors are generally separated into two groups. One group are the warriors that possess great physical abilities called <{{Furigana|Users of Light Techniques|Light Saviors}}>and the mages called <{{Furigana|Users of Dark Magics|Dark Saviors}}>Since the names are too long to be used conveniently, in Japan, we call them <White Iron> and <Black Mage>.”

Moroha compared his memories of Fraga’s battle scenes with the knowledge he learnt from his lessons in Akane Academy.

The power to crush thousands single-handedly. Arms with the strength to cut apart a fully armoured knight armoured in one stroke. The speed to rush all over the battlefield like a whirlwind.

Those are all <Ancestral Arts> abilities used by White Irons —— <<Light Techniques>>.

“Also, since Sensei is a White Iron type; for the practical today I will be teaching you the usage of <<Light Techniques>>. For those of you who are <Black Mages>, please observe carefully from the side today. Don’t pretend that it doesn't concern you and slack off.”

Some students put on a helpless expression as if Tanaka had read their minds.

“Lazy,” Satsuki frowned.

“It’s fine. Ranjou-san is not “big” enough to discipline them,” Shizuno replied her.

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm talking about the future of your breasts.”

“Stop lumping them together!”

“The two of you, please pay attention seriously. If you act like this, how are you qualified to criticize others?”

Scolded by Moroha, Satsuki crossed her eyes.

“Won’t it be more efficient to have separate classes for White Irons and Black Mages?”

“In a battle with a <Metaphysical>, it’s impossible to win in a one-on-one fight. Thus, teamwork and cooperation is very important. Therefore, we need to understand the capabilities of each other first. The lesson plans in the future are also all team-based activities.”

At Shizuno’s conscientious explanation, Satsuki nodded her head as she understood the concepts. At this, Moroha added his comment from the side:

“Plus, for those people who can use both <Light Techniques> and <Dark Magic>, if you separate the lessons, they won’t be able to decide which classes to go to.”

“Uhhh?”

His comment seemed to shock Satsuki for some reason. Moroha simply thought what he stated was common logic.

Satsuki anxiously pointed a finger upward and faced Moroha.

“Onii-sama, since you have lost most your memories, I won’t blame you for not knowing. In our previous world, there were only White Irons, remember?”

“Now that you mentioned it, I don’t remember fighting any mage-like characters.”

“Conversely, in a Black Mage world, there seemed to be only Black Mages around. It’s said that there are no previous worlds where both types exist together.

So, a <Savior> that can use both Light techniques and Dark Magic don’t exist.

It’s impossible for one to exist.

“Hmmmmmm,” Moroha lowered his chin in thought after Satsuki’s explanation.

“Okay. Please look at Sensei now.”

Tanaka-sensei suddenly clapped his hands together for attention, and Moroha was forced to stop his contemplations.

“First, let me do a demonstration.”

Tanaka-sensei spread his legs apart and bent his knees.

“KUKUKUGUAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Although he had on a serious look of concentration, he let out a funny cry.

Yet, with the increase of his presence——

Tanaka’s body started simmering as if giving off heat waves.

Was it a dark grey shade? It felt like an aura of iron-like dark grey.

The aura that Tanaka-sensei was generating started to shake like a solar prominence.

For Moroha who grew up reading manga, it’s like [generating an aura field].

The battlesuit made of special materials started to resonate with Tanaka’s plana and grew to cover more of his body, changing its shape and color.

Those suits were great items that will adapt itself to the need of the users as according to the user’s characteristics.

“Did you catch that? That’s Sensei’s Prana.”

The students let out a cheer of wonder.

Moroha was clutching his fists so hard that it started sweating. In Fraga’s memories, a warrior wrapped in Prana is a common sight everywhere in his world. That should be the case for all the other White Irons, right? Still, in this modern society, it’s exciting to see this happening in front of his eyes.

“How did you do that?” “Please teach us.” “I want to learn that too.”

The students were prompting urgently.

“I will be teaching you the methods now…is what I would like to say. Actually all of you should know how without any instructions from me.”

Tanaka-sensei put on an evil grin.

Several students were stumped by his words.

“All of you have access to your past memories and experienced this in your dreams. So, recall the sensations in your dreams to remember how you accessed your prana.”

Ah….all the students seemed to understand the hint immediately.

(Once he gave the hint, the question that was asked just now seemed quite idiotic.)

Before Moroha came to the academy, he had never felt the experiences he had in his dreams actually happened in his previous life. Thus, he never had the whims of [since Fraga was like that, I can be a superhuman too!”]

“Right. Let me try that!” “Me too!” “ GAHHHHHHHHH!”

The students were all making various poses, and tried to release their energy.

No one was having any success and many were making comical screams.

Some of the black mages observing from a distance were rolling on the floor laughing. (ROFL)

Although Shizuno, who was a black mage, was daydreaming expressionlessly.

“It’s not coming out! Why aren’t you coming, my invincible prana!!” “ GUAAAAAAA” “Something else is going to come out from my arse.”

The White Irons were bogged down in a hard struggle.

Even if someone were to tell them to remember the sensations, looked like it’s not that easy. Until now, no one was able to access their prana.

(If it was that easy to imitate their dreams, there would be no need to set up this school.) Moroha realized that he must take this seriously and not be careless.

“White Irons have seven Prana Gates in their body which are the source of their energy. The gate in your habitual hand will be the easiest to open, so try to concentrate there first.”

Although Tanaka-sensei gave more suggestions, no one reached success yet.

“HO HO HO~”

In the crowd, Satsuki raised her head proudly and stood up.

Strong looking students who looked as if they will activate their prana immediately by going “RAWWWWWW” were still concentrating. Moroha was also confounded by his lack of success.

Satsuki, looking as if she is silently gloating, was leisurely doing warm-up exercises.

But she discovered that, except for Moroha, no one was paying any attention to her.

“Look carefully! This is the true power of the great one who you all looked down on,” declared Satsuki loudly, spreading her arms and looking upward.

“You are still holding a grudge from yesterday.”

“Shut up, Moroha just need to stand one side and watch carefully.”

Satsuki opened her eyes wide and concentrated.

With a poof sound, both of her arms glowed like lanterns.

While the glow was not really strong, nor was she emitting it from her whole body like Tanaka, the golden glow was her prana without a doubt.

“That’s so great.” “Not from one hand, but two?” “Did you figure it out immediately, Ranjou-san?”

The classmates who were just fighting with Satsuki yesterday were all paying full attention to her now.

Satsuki raised both her arms, and replied in exultation:

“When I heard about the <Ancestral Arts> during the pre-school briefings, I was thinking [That’s so cool. Let’s try doing it just like in the dreams], and I started training and finally resulted in this. HO HO HO HO HO HO HO.”

After laughing happily, she beckoned to Moroha to stand up.

“Will you let me do an experiment on you?”

“Not a problem, but please be gentle on me.”

“I know.”

Smiling, Satsuki grabbed hold of his right flank and right leg. At this time, Moroha had a bad feeling.

“Hhhhhhhhhoooooooooo……”

Moroha was lifted up into the air like a placard.

Effortlessly.

“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” The observing students started applauding.

It was simply too unreal that the slim Satsuki with her thin arms could effortlessly lift up the tall Moroha, as if she’s filled with great strength.

“Isn’t this great? If you filled your arms with prana, this kind of things can be done easily.”

“Hm. Very well done, Ranjou-san. That is an application of one of the basic light techniques:

'''<<Titan Strength Link>>'''”

Receiving Tanaka’s praise, Satsuki spin around, still holding Moroha, as if dancing in joy.

“I feel giddy, put me down.”

“Ah, sorry.”

Satsuki made a mischievous face and put Moroha down.

Just when he took a relieved breath…..

“Try and break out using your strength!”

Saysuki wrapped Moroha from the back with the prana-enhanced arms.

“Dummy, what are you doing?”

“Don’t call me a dummy, I’ll get mad! If you are not happy just try to break free, Onii-sama.”

Although Satsuki is just playing a small joke on him as his sister, Moroha cannot take it.

That’s because it’s touching him. Those two round things.

Although Shizuno took every opportunity to ridicule her breast size, but to a 15 year old male, those are still deadly weapons.

“Damn it, I can’t move at all…”

“Well, it’s not your fault. It’s impossible for you to break free without using <<Titan Strength Link>>.

“Fine. I got it. I surrender, I give up. You are amazing, so release me.”

“HO HO HO HO HO,” Satsuki finally release him while laughing.

Moroha went back to where Shizuno was sitting and sat down beside her.

Just as he was wiping the cold sweat from his brows, Shizuno suddenly hugged him tightly from behind, and breathed seductively into his ear:

“Mine feels better, right?”

Two huge breasts were pressed flat against his back.

The elastic breasts keep changing shapes against him, entrancing a person even though the feeling was dulled by the battlesuits.

“What kind of reaction are you expecting from me,” demand Moroha as he glared behind. Shizuno just revealed her dimples as she smiled slightly.

“Stop playing these jokes that’s bad for the heart.”

Moroha shrugged her off while smirking at her to tell her of her failure of getting a reaction out of him.

On the other side, after showing off the results of her hard work and abilities, Satsuki is still laughing. After sweeping a look at her classmates, she coughed a few times and said to Moroha:

“Ho ho. So, Moroha? Do you want your gentle sister to teach you some tricks?”

Saying that, she threw another glace at her classmates. Before Moroha could say any affirmation:

“Ah, so there is a trick to it?” “Please teach us too, Ranjou-san.” “We’ll appreciate it.”

The female classmates surrounded Satsuki like waves.

The male classmates were more stubborn due to their pride, so they did not join in the entreaties. But they did look at Satsuki with envy.

“It’s fine. Let me teach it to you! It’s a special service today, so you’ll all have to give me your gratitudes. HO HO HO HO HO”

“Thanks so much, Ranjou-san.”

After being sufficiently flattered by the girls, Satsuki was getting more proud of herself. She took several glances with a happy expression at Moroha as if saying [Aren’t I great? A sister that you can be proud of].

True. At this moment Satsuki is really dazzling.

“Let me start my lecture. This is a special training method taught to me in my past life by the female warrior who introduced me to swordsmanship. First you forcefully open the hand of your strong arm as wide as possible.”

As expect of a (previous life) princess, Satsuki put up a majestic pose.

The girls surrounding her followed her instructions. The males who originally faked indifference also secretly followed.

Moroha also did the same thing. Shizuno sitting at the side tilted her head as she looked over.

“Next, you form a fist with all your strength.”

GGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

“Now, try to execute both actions at the same time.”

You cannot open your fist even if you want too. You cannot close your hand even if you will it. Inevitably, your hand will start shaking.

“Ah, my hand is getting warm!” “I remembered this sensation in my dream.” “Just a bit more and my prana should come out.” “This is so frustrating.”

The girls were all crying out while following the instructions.

“It’ll take some time before you will be able to access your prana. You can only keep practicing until you got it,” Satsuki leaked this information out reluctantly as if embarrassed.

Moroha was pondering deeply instead.

(Is it really so troublesome?)

Although Satsuki’s method is like adding on a training wheel when learning how to ride a bike, Moroha thought that this method was beating around the bush too much.

And——while listening to Satsuki, somewhere in the depth of his brain, a “SCREECH~~ SCREECH~~ noise was heard.”

That’s not a description of him being impatience, but a literal sound.

It’s as if there was a wall of glass in his mind, and a fingernail is scratching on the surface, giving off an uncomfortable and ticklish feeling.

This is the first time something like this happened for Moroha. Plus, the feeling came on too fast and too sudden.

Although Moroha is trying to pay more attention to Satsuki, the SCREECH SCREECH SCREEN noise is getting more serious.

He’s starting to develop a really serious headache.

(What’s happening to me?)

Moroha closed his eyes, and as if in deep meditation, shifted his consciousness deep within himself.

Suddenly, something seemed to flash across his mind.

A familiar voice was heard.

''{I do not know who you learn this from, but you will never improve if you continue like this no matter how much time passes, Salacia.}''

A cold and aloof tone, but still filled with love for his sister.

Like listening to a recording of your own voice from a long time ago, a feeling of discord and self-derision——that’s the kind of mysterious feeling felt by Moroha right now.

''{Don’t force your strength, that’s a hindrance. It’s best to be natural.}''

Hearing that, Moroha awoke.

This should be the territory that’s known as self-realisation.

Moroha had reached that territory.

It may be close to you, but you may never find it your whole life——those are the prana gates in your own body.

“grrrrrrrr…….”

“Moroha?” Touched on the shoulder by Shizuno, Moroha returned from his thoughts.

He slowly opened his eyes to find that his right arm is glowing with a white aura.

Compared to the amount generated by Fraga in his dreams, it’s super dim.

But this is definitely the glow of prana.

(I did it. No……I should be able to do better.)

Moroha’s left arm lighted up next, followed by both legs in quick successions.

Since he gotten the knack of it, he cannot stopped himself now. Solar plexus, heart, forehead——

In a flash——

Moroha’s entire body glowed brightly in a white light as the seven prana gates in his body are thrown wide open.

“…is that, the same as Sensei’s?”

Moroha gave a thumb-up at the shocked Shizuno as he stood up. As if to check the conditions of his body, he tried moving his body slowly and gently.

“You will be healed if you go outside, right? What about the building itself?”

“No matter how much damage is sustained from the inner side, it’ll repair itself in a few hours.”

“I won’t be scolded then.”

Moroha raised his right knee, and holding on to a strong intent of <Shatter> in his mind, drove his leg into the ground.

Destruction. Shattering.

The reinforced cement floor beneath him was totally destroyed, and spiderweb-like cracks radiated to a distance of 5 meters around him.

That was the Ancestral Arts, Light Technique <<Titan Strength Link>>.

While the same technique, the output between Satsuki and Moroha is vastly different.

“Moroha….I can’t believe it…..That’s so powerful…….” Satsuki was staring with wide eyes.

In addition, the other girls being tutored by Satsuki were turning their heads towards Moroha.

“Hey, Haimura-kun. Did you open all seven gates so quickly?” Tanaka took a quick look at the group of girls with their jaws hanging, and praised Moroha while clapping.

Ignoring all class boundaries, all the first year students were looking at Moroha.

Moroha was instantly surrounded by pressure with all the gazes. If it was anyone with slightly less courage, he’ll probably have suffocated under all that peer pressure.

(This is bad. I overdid it.)

In that frozen moment, Moroha scratch his head.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”, screamed a girl in the class.

As if waiting for a signal, time flowed again.

“Haimura-kun, how did you do that?” “So there was really a trick to it?” “Please teach it to me.”

The girls surrounding Satsuki were all rushing to Moroha like an avalanche.

“WE ARE CLASSMATES RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!”

The girls all surrounded Moroha and started shooting out questions at him rapidly.

There were even some who took advantage of the confusion to grope his body; it’s already beyond the level of simple sexual harassment!

Still, being surrounded and pressed on by the soft bodies of young nubile girls, Moroha cannot help but feel comfortable.

“STOP THAT! THAT’S MY ONII-SAMA!!!”

A cross-eyed Satsuki pushed through the girls and squeeze to Moroha’s front.

“Moroha is really great. You don’t even need me to explain anything.”

“Is..is that so,” Mohora shakily replied as he caught hold of Satsuki who was throwing herself into him in a bearhug.

A slim girl’s soft body twisting around in his arms; a nice fragrance waffling from her hair, Moroha cannot help but feel his heart beating faster.

“It’s great! Do you know how many months it took me to access my prana from 2 arms? Ha ha ha ha, you are making me look bad now.”

Is she happy or angry, cheerful or sad? Please stick to one emotion.

A girl with an extremely fast mood swing.

Still, in Moroha’s eyes, a girl who was also extremely cute.

“Satsuki, did you remember what you did just now?”

Moroha suddenly felt like teasing her a bit and grin unpleasantly at her.

“Uh,” Satsuki lifted her teary joyful eyes at him.

Moroha pounced onto this defenseless prey who had not realized her doom.

He held fast onto Satsuki’s waist with his right hand, and used his left hand to tickle her.

“Hahahahahahah, don’t…don’t tickle my side. Hahahahahah, it’s…its…cheating to go for the armpits.”

“You can try to break free if you cannot take it.”

“Hahahahah, evil. Onii-sama is so evil.”

Satsuki, who only opened two gates, was obviously not able to escape from Moroha who opened all of his. Thus, Moroha was able to continue exacting his revenge to his heart’s content.

Just then,

“This is surprising. There actually another capable character beside me.”

A strong yet rough voice shouted out.

Moroha, still holding on to Satsuki, stopped his tickling and looked toward the owner of the voice.

At a far distance from the students sat the guy, who Moroha noticed earlier, with his legs thrust straight in front of him on the ground.

The guy with the cold smile who gave a deep impression of a crazed wolf.

His shoulders were wide, even sitting down you could see that he had a very well trained body.

His name was….Ishidou Gen.

Due to the fact that he was staring coldly at Satsuki’s group while they were practicing, it was thought that he was a Black Mage.

With everyone’s attention on his, he arrogantly stood up.

When he stood up, it was realized that he also had a very noticeable body, maybe around 190cm.

No matter what his past life was like, he is giving out a savage feeling as if he was ready to fight anyone right then and there.

With a “foom” sound, Gen’s eyes filled with power.

The muscles under his battlesuit expanded.

Moroha had a sudden illusion that the surrounding was filled with the smell of blood.

That’s because that was the colour of Gen’s aura, a bloodlike dark crimson.

Satsuki, Shizuno and the other students drew a quick breath, and compared the two guys who were quietly emitting prana from their whole body.

On one side, Moroha was still holding Satsuki and in standing in a relaxed natural state.

On the other side, Gen was rolling his shoulder aggressively with wide eyes.

Two people who are polar opposites. Under this tense atmosphere:

“I remember that you are the third year, Ishidou Jin’s…..” Tanaka sighed deeply and spoke coldly.

“Yup. Jin’s my elder brother.”

Even under that unnatural atmosphere, when the word “brother” was heard, some people started whispering to each other.

“It’s very rare for brothers to be <Saviors> together. Even in this school they are the only examples,” softly explained Shizuno to Moroha from behind him.

Moroha had also heard in the morning lessons that there is perhaps one savior out of every 10,000 people. So he had to agree that sibling saviors were really rare.

“I asked Jin to teach me Light Techniques from two years ago when he first entered this school.”

Due to this miraculous advantage, Jin is bragging at his ability to open all of his prana gates.

“You are called Haimura right. So you also learnt before entering this school like me?” asked Gen willfully.

“No. I’m learning about prana for the first time today.”

“Stop lying. Even for me, it took me an entire year before I can open all seven gates. This is not something that can be learnt instantly. Stop pretending and tell the truth!”

Gen refused to believe Moroha and continued to press him for the truth.

Satsuki, still in Moroha’s arms, started retorting before Moroha could reply.

“So what if you used a year. Don’t use your pitiful knowledge to judge my Onii-sama’s greatness.”

“What did you say? The half-ass fella who can only light up two arms should go to one side and keep quiet.”

“What did you say? Stop describing me like a fluorescent lamp, it’s unforgivable!”

Moroha held back Satsuki who struggled as if she wanted to rush at Gen.

(Haiz, what a rash person.) Moroha smiled bitterly at Satsuki who was panting in anger.

“Hey, the both of you. Don’t try and fight in front of Sensei. You should all know this; <Saviors> are banned from using their abilities for personal reasons. I do not know about other schools, but Akane Academy takes a very strict stance on violence and the punishment is very harsh indeed.”

If Tanaka-sensei had not put in those words, Satsuki should have rampaged by now.

Mohora released Satsuki who had suddenly turned well-behaved.

Gen also grunted and released his tension.

“Let us continue the lesson. Since we have the rare opportunity of three people being able to release their prana, let me teach you something additional. The three of you, take out your student ID cards.”

The three of them followed that instruction.

“This is considered a weapon for White Irons.”

“This small thing?” Satsuki and Moroha looked at each other in confusion.

Gen is sneering at them as if saying: “You don’t even know this simple stuff.”

“Imaging the weapon that you want to use, and inject prana into the ID card.”

“Oh…..is any weapon fine?” Moroha asked.

“This required a very strong imaging on your side. For your target, you need to strongly and clearly remember the weapon you used in your past life. The weapon that had the strongest connection and compatibility with you in your past life.”

Listening to Tanaka, something seemed to burst into fireworks in Moroha’s mind.

With a bonus headache even worst then the one he experienced previously.

This time, without Moroha’s concentration, the familiar voice resounded in his head again.

A familiar scene appeared in front of his eyes, as if he’s daydreaming.

In a solemn shine far beyond the solar system, under a winter sun long gone in the past, Moroha and Salacia were facing each other.

Salacia, in a white Miko dress, was hugging carefully a longsword in a scabbard.

“I will not talk about other matters, but please allow me to say this——May the fortunes of war be with you, Onii-sama.”

Salacia look at Moroha with puffy, tear-filled red eyes.

Moroha calmly and silently took over the longsword.

A hilt painstakingly designed in the most exact details fit into his hand perfectly, as if to proclaim that it was not a work of art, but a partner for victory in the cruel battlefield.

With a ringing sound, the blade is drawn into the cold air.

The blade with a mirror-like finish, as if a masterpiece created by the gods.

Without testing, one can discern that this blade is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece forged and reforged countless times until perfect was finally achieved.

The sword is a priceless artefact all by itself.

Its name is <Saratiga>, the holy sword that Moroha is the guardian of.

At this point, the daydream broke apart.

With a light dizziness, Mohora returned to himself.

Why can he hear the voice of his past life? Why can he remember his past life via daydreaming instead of dreaming it while asleep? Was it the same for the other <Saviors>? Mohora was now seriously confused.

But, he had definitely gotten a reliable clue.

Now, he had to summon that holy sword to the present.

Mohora clutch the ID card tightly.

“Ahh…..Ahhhhh…..It’s surprisingly difficult to inject prana into an object.”

Although Satsuki was complaining bitterly in her own struggles, but Mohora did not even hear her in his deep concentration.

This proved how much effort he is pouring into imaging the details of the holy sword——his previous partner.

(Come, Saratiga……..)

Moroha released his prana into his ID card.

After a flash of light, the ID card in glowed brightly as if red-hot, and lengthened like sugar candy.

The hilt with the easy grip, the solidly built handguard, the long blade, the sharp edge…all of these materialised as the sword lengthened. His previous partner was being summoned into this world.

Finally, a sword appeared in Moroha’s hand.

But, compared to the holy sword with the mirror-like blade and detailed body, this is a rather normal looking sword.

(Was my imagination lacking?)

Moroha disappointedly raised the sword and checked out its condition.

“Grats, Moroha!” “That’s so cool.” “It’s so striking.”

Still, the girls were screaming like fangirls with Satsuki as their lead.

Moroha became happier gradually as he regained the long lost feeling of holding onto a sword and started to think that everything is fine like this.

(Please take care of me again, Saratiga.)

Moroha slowly stroked the sword body, and decided that this shall be his beloved weapon from now on.

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'''Seiken Tsukai No World Break''' (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) is a Japanese light novel series written by Akamitsu Awamura and illustrated by Refeia. SB Creative has published ten volumes since November 2012 under their GA Bunko imprint.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|286px|thumb|right|Cover of Volume 1]]

== Story Synopsis ==

Written by Akamitsu Awamura, the series takes place in a private high school involving the concept of "saviors." They are known as people who possess awakened memories of their past lives. The story tells of a young boy named Moroha Haimura who comes to this private school.

At the school, there are two types of people: Shirogane, who fight enemies with weapons and techniques gleaned from the Prana powered from their own bodies, and Kuroma, who wipe out enemies with magic to manipulate the Mana powers that surpass physics. Moroha Haimura is the first person with past lives of both Shirogane and Kuroma.

== Updates ==
*February 14, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 3 Completed
*February 08, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 1 Completed
*February 06, 2015 - Volume 1, Prologue Completed (Edited)
*February 06, 2015 - Project created

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== ''Seiken Tsukai No World Break'' by Akamitsu Awamura ==
=== Volume 1: Seiken Tsukai No World Break (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) ===
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* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The School of <SAVIORS>]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - The Ideal Brother and the Unrealistic Sister]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - The Guardian of the Holy Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - The Girl Named Ranjou Satsuki]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - The Dragon In Human Form ]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Rank C Promotion]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 7|Chapter 7 - Hell Fire, Reside In My Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

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==Series Overview==
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（01） (Nov 15, 2012, ISBN 978-4-7973-7195-6)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（02） (Feb 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7305-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（03） (Apr 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7363-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（04） (Aug 12, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7472-8)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（05） (Nov 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7523-7)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（06） (Feb 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7556-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（07） (May 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7741-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（08） (Aug 12, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8016-3)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（09） (Nov 14, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8167-2)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（10） (Jan 15, 2015, ISBN 978-4-7973-8248-8)

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Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue

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''''''''This is the Prologue of the third legend………''''''''

Haimura Moroha is having a bizarre dream.

A beast-like roar across the battlefield, the miasma of iron hanging in the air, dry grit spreading through the mouth, the blood red dyeing the land……

A very vivid dream. Realistic enough that one can hear, smell, taste and see clearly within it.

Finally, the feel of a sword gripped in the hand.
That’s right, a sword.

Born a normal youth in peaceful Japan, Moroha shouldn’t have any relationship with a weapon of war. In spite of this, the sword in his hand feels shockingly familiar. So much so that it feels like an extension of his body.

The beautiful holy sword with a dazzling mirror-like body is now dyed the same blood red as the land.

In the dream, Moroha is fighting alone on the battlefield, without companions.
Literally, one against the multitude. Facing waves of the enemies, Moroha is just mechanically killing, killing killing——

Devoted fully to swinging his sword, he’s already long lost count of his kills.
Unclad in armour but protected by a white aura as dazzling as the sun; with titanic strength granted by the dense amount of prana he is generating, Moroha crashes through the battleground like a hurricane.

Even so, his attitude remains calm and unhurried, as if he is a monster that’s only fulfilling his killing nature.

His brain argues that this is not his true self; yet in his heart he feels that this is his real self.

A truly mysterious feeling.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the massacre stops——Moroha finds himself the only person standing.

Surrounded by mountains of corpses the wind blows, whistling a haunting victory anthem.

Covered with wounds and with shaking legs, Moroha starts on his first steps home.
A lone journey to the battlefield, a lone journey back —— is not what happened.
From the distance, a white horse speeds towards him on thundering hoofs.

On the horse rode a beautiful girl.

Sparkling blue eyes, like stars scattered over the ocean.

Obviously highborn at one glance, with her elegantly cut white gown.

Ignoring high society etiquette by riding a horse in that gown, one can guess her to be a spirited, competitive personality.

“Fraga! Fraga Onii-sama!”

The girl calls out in a stern yet cute voice.

That’s Moroha’s name in the dream.
Moroha smile when he recognizes the person.

The dense fighting will and killing intent still coiling around his body disperse like mist.

“Salacia, didn’t you listen when I said not to carelessly come to the battlefield alone?”
Like a chance meeting on a street, he nonchalantly calls out to the girl.

“Fraga, you also didn’t listen. Didn’t I beg you many times not to go to war alone?”

The girl—— Salacia jumped down the horse and hugs Moroha passionately.
“Are we really that unreliable? Am I a burden?”
Salacia complains as she proceeds to beat on Moroha’s chest.

Moroha scratches his head but seems to give tacit agreement by his silence.

“I know… Fraga is the Guardian of the Holy Sword. The Strongest Swordsman!” Salacia cries out emotionally in a rough voice.

“Still…even so…” Salacia looks at Flaga with tears gathering in her shining eyes. “I will worry for Fraga; so please forgive my impertinent remarks.”

While she is crying, Salacia desperately leans against him on her tiptoes.
Moroha gently rub her on her head.

“It’s fine. I should be the one asking for forgiveness. For you to worry and fear for me is such a sinful joy.”

Moroha gently kiss away her tears as Salacia starts blushing lightly.

“Do you love me?” She asked.

“I am able to fight only because of you.” He replied.

This bloody battlefield they are standing in is all for the sake of this girl.

To Moroha, she is his entire world.

“Please continue to worry for me. In return, I promise you this: no matter how difficult the battlefield, no matter how strong the enemy, no matter how far we are, even if fate threatens to tear us apart ——“ Moroha whisper softly into Salacia’s ears…

“I will always be victorious and return to your side.”

Salacia lowers her gaze as her blush deepens all the way to the tip of her ears.
Moroha suddenly hug her tightly with his free left arm. Surprised, Salacia raises her gaze to meet his.

Their faces are close enough to feel each others breath. Without hesitation, she moves her face closer to Moroha’s.

As if to seal their promise, their lips——

With that, the dream ends and Moroha woke up.

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Flaga’s senses and thoughts dissolves along with the dream.

Yawning, Moroha chase away his sleepiness and reorganize his thoughts.

“What a shame.”

The interrupted kiss that was just reaching the interesting part was all a dream.

Moroha returns reality, that is, the auditorium of the Independent high school, Akane Academy.

Although Moroha is a freshman, not a nervous vibe can be detect from him. In fact, even before the welcoming ceremony was halfway through, he is already napping in his chair. Still, it’s not because he is being arrogant or anti-social .

It’s just his natural state.

While this may be a paradox, he is the type that appears relaxed and casual in his attitude, but is surprisingly focused on his goals. And his small, small goal is to peacefully go through the next three years of high school without any major demerits.

Moroha is that kind of guy.

Swallowing back a second yawn, he rubs his eyes and slowly opens them, and was immediately stunned.

Unexpectedly, a beautiful face is right in front of him, close enough that they are breathing on each other.

Sparkling eyes, like stars scattered over the ocean.

These eyes are staring steadily at him as her whole body is leaning over the seated Moroha as if to cover him up.

The whole situation is screaming “Let’s kiss.”

It’s like a continuation of his interrupted dream. Blue and black —— while the color is different, the girls’ eyes are exactly the same as Salacia’s.

Moroha quickly inspects the girl.

She’s wearing the school-issued uniform for female and pinned on her small chest is a name tag written:

'''[1-1 (White) Ranjou Satsuki]'''.

Mahora is also a Year 1 Class 1 student, thus it seems like she’s a classmate. Still, although it’s obvious, her name is not Salacia.

What the hell is going on? What's with this intimate distance?

While Moroha is frozen, the girl’s —— Satsuki’s face is looming closer.

Could that regretful interruption of the dream kiss be continuing in reality? Is that even possible?

Just thinking of the softness of those bud-like lips, his heart starts pounding and a squeak escape his throat. He reflectively closes his eyes, awaiting the moment.

“BANG”

As if using a blunt instrument, Satsuki swings her forehead back, and then forward hard into his.
“………….?”

The supposed kiss, was actually a headbutt.

What was supposed to be lip to lip, was actually forehead to forehead.

What was supposed to be an expression of love, was actually a declaration of hostility.

Feeling overwhelmed, Moroha groans in a mixture of shock, disappointment and pain.

“Are you awake now?” Satsuki asked in a sarcastic voice.

Her rare, cute voice rings out like a clear bell. What a waste.

Holding her arms, the single ponytail tied on the left side of her head swaying around like a whip.

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“What are you trying to do all of a sudden…?” Moroha glared at her while holding his forehead.

“It’s punishment. For rude people who sleep shortly into the welcoming ceremony,” declared Satsuki, looking down on him while emitting intense pressure.

“Everyone has already left for their classroom, but you are still dozing away. It’s simply unbelievable.”

The more than 100 freshmen have already disappeared, leaving an empty hall.

“I hate people with no enthusiasm.”

“Isn’t a headbutt too much just for that reason?”

“I was also enraged because you seem to be expecting something else.”

“About that, I apologize.”

“That’s right. Plus I already have someone I liked.”

True. No way in the world would an unknown girl suddenly come up and give you a kiss.

Moroha sincerely reflect on his expectations.

“It’s not that I have no enthusiasm.” After reflecting, he feels that he should explain himself.

“It’s just that the principal’s welcoming address was too long, and I doze off unknowingly. I will be motivated from now, so please spare me.”

“Her speech wasn’t that long.” Although he has already lowered his head, it only resulted in Satsuki’s reproach.

Her upturn eyes started burning with zeal.

Moroha smiles bitterly. The girl is beautiful, even when piqued her attractiveness is not lowered.

(Ahhhh~. How should I appease her?)

Giving up on further protest, he started musing on how to escape from this situation. But ——

“ The principal said this.” Satsuki starts orating with elation.

“ 'We are the <Saviors> specially chosen from everywhere in Japan. One who process power. Thus, we cannot never forget our responsibilities and duties which must be taken up! Our gifts must be used for justice…….' That’s what the principal said. Don’t you think its valuable input?”

Satsuki, who is getting more excited as she goes on, started twisting her body. Originally holding her arms, it became like hugging herself with her face flushing red.

Moroha is shocked silence.

(“Cannot understand. Totally cannot understand”). He swallowed back those words that he wanted to say.

Still, Satsuki notice his cold, pitying eyes and give a cough. Feeling the near loss of her dignity, she tried to cover it up by extending a finger upward.

“So…so in conclusion. As you are a <Savior>, you must be a great person in your past life? Thus, have some awareness and train yourself seriously. Since we are classmates, let’s work hard together.”

A totally enthusiastic statement. She must be a kind person at heart to want to have a good relationship even with those that she dislikes for slacking.

Moroha scratch his head and his displeasure disappeared.

“If you fall asleep again, I will start scolding,” says Satsuki as she smiles brightly for the first time.

A smile as bright as the sun, like pouring out from the boundless energy in her body. For Moroha, or anyone else, they’ll be charmed by that smile.

“Please take care of me from today onwards.”

Satsuki stretch out her hand and Moroha hold it without hesitation.

When their hands touch, suddenly —— a familiar feeling shoots through him, sharp enough to tear at his heart. Even so, this feeling is relaxing. Like a migratory bird returning to nest after a long flight.

What is this? Moroha is thrown into confusion.

Satsuki’s smile froze.

“My brother once said…...” Satsuki starts talking as if in a trance, face flushed as if feverish.

“No matter how difficult the battlefield, no matter how strong the enemy, no matter how far we are, no matter if fate threatens to tear us apart…”

To Satsuki’s words, Moroha never expect himself to reply automatically:

“I will always be victorious and return to your side.”

A deep silence descends.

In the empty auditorium, Moroha and Satsuki stared at each other.

Like lovers reunited after being torn apart by fate and lost throughout time and space, they stared at each other.

That silence was broken by the school bell.

“You are Salacia right?” Moroha ask confidently.

His first impression of Satsuki, that sudden feeling of familiarity……does not appear to be wrong.

“Are you………Fraga?” Satsuki asked in a hoarse voice.

By saying each others name, hope turned to affirmation.

“Fraga……Fraga……” Satsuki looks as if her fondest dream has come true.

Her tearing gaze at Moroha turned hotter, and said: “I had a feeling that I would find you here….”

Satsuki pulls the hand she’s holding towards her chest, as if a priceless treasure.

However Moroha’s expression turns bitter as he looks at Satsuki, who has totally switch to maiden-in-love mode, and says,” Sorry, but I don’t really have much recollection of my past life.”

Moroha strongly feel that it’ll be dishonest and unfair to her if he does not make that clear.

“Eh?”

Satsuki suddenly drops Moroha’s hand that she had been holding on to preciously just a moment ago.

“Really? You really don’t remember? How you were praised as the best in swordsmanship and Plana mastery? The strongest Guardian of the Holy Sword in any generation? How you destroyed the armies of the Empire almost single handedly?”

At her frantic questions, Moroha just shake his head.

All those accomplishment seems so unreal that he never bothered to take note of them.

Satsuki paused, and whisper with a horrified face:

”Did you forget…..about me?”

“I’m sorry,” replied Moroha. Satsuki’s face turned white.

“Didn’t they explain right at the start of the ceremony? About how much one can recall their past life is dependent on the individual. For me, I almost have no recollections,” Moroha tried explaining in a vague manner.

“In certain point of view you may be right to say that I’m unfaithful. Am I…I mean Flaga, in my past life……lovers with you?” Moroha asked delicately.

Salacia expression turns sickly.

(What a waste when she so pretty….), Moroha can only bemoan silently.

Still, her childishness behavior was really interesting and cute,

“No, we were nothing of that sort,” Satsuki angrily turned her head to the side, with the side ponytail swinging along.

“You were JUST my Brother and I was JUST your younger sister,” grumbled Satsuki, still not looking at him.

“I see. Did you call me Onii-sama?” Moroha tried to remember the dream he just had.

“I can’t say that that atmosphere…..we're of a pair of siblings.”
(“I can’t say that given that atmosphere…we were JUST of a pair of siblings.” )

“That’s not true. We were JUST a normal pair of siblings.”

Satsuki is emphasizing the word “JUST” again.

Their behaviours were more akin lovers in Moroha’s opinion.

(Still, if she says so, it should be true…I guess?) Moroha thought as he completely let his doubts show on his face.

At his expressions, Satsuki scream out, "Irritating! We were not in that kind of relationship!"

Just when he wanted to mentioned that she is finally facing him again, Satsuki’s eyes tightened in anger.

A full posture of denial——tightened fists, thrown back shoulders, angry loud voice.

“ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! THERE IS NOTHING! WE DIDN'T GO OUT ON DATES WHEN WE HAD FREE TIME! WE DIDN’T KISS……” She screamed out with her full strength.

“……AND WE ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T FALL INTO A FORBIDDEN LOVE!”

Moroha’s mind blanked out.

He wasn't looking for trouble, but he definitely had stepped on a landmine and is now stuck in an awkward situation.

He can only think that the world is playing some kind of a joke on him.

This is not the time to be fantasizing. But looking at the steaming Satsuki who is covering her mouth with both hand and a look of [Oops, I said it]; he cannot help but recall that scene in his dream again.

“………………”

Silently looking at each other, and simultaneously looking away.

Satsuki with a flustered face, and Moroha looking everywhere but her.

The mood is really awkward and embarrassing, and cannot be easily escaped.

Moroha is looking everywhere in a desperate hope for something in the surrounding to allow him to escape——and he found it.

Behind where Moroha was sitting, further to the back of the hall.

Originally thought to be an empty auditorium, is another girl sitting on a chair, sleeping.

“Ummm, hey…over there.”

“Ah…there’s another rude person! I need to go wake her up!”

At Moroha’s pointing finger, Satsuki leaped towards the new target. Like partners in crime, both are in tune with each other for a way to gracefully exit the situation just now.

Both moved quickly to the side of the sleeping girl.

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The girl is a beauty who easily matched Satsuki. If one were to make a comparison, Satsuki would be the energetic and cheerful type, while this girl is the graceful and serene type. Even at this location, sitting on a metal frame chair, she’s still very charming.

Long black hair flowing over the chair back, her looks just makes you want to sigh in appreciation. To the extent that one would think of her as a work of art by some master craftsman.

The name tag on her chest states:

'''[1-1 (Black) Urushibara Shizuno]…

It seems that this girl is also a classmate.

Subsequently, after looking at the name tag, even if you are unwilling you will notice it. This beautiful girl that’s like a doll has a huge chest that’s straining the limits of the front of her uniform. In terms of their sensuality or voluptuousness, they cannot be said to be compatible with her quiet beauty. Still, maybe due to the sharp contrast, the overall image can only be called super sexy…

Moroha inadvertently glanced at a certain location on Satsuki.

It’s a pity that it’s flat.

Strictly speaking, there are some slight curves. Yes they are. But, after looking at the charming curves of Shizuno, you’ll feel that Satsuki’s slight, slight shapes are just an afterimage.

“What are you comparing, Fraga?”

Satsuki is frowning at him. How…how sensitive!

“I’m called Moroha.”

“Don’t evade the question! Also, Fraga is Fraga.”

“Satsuki, I won’t reply you if you don’t call me Moroha.

“…If I call you Moroha, can I go berserk?”

“I sincerely apologized. Please have some mercy…WAIT.”

Moroha’s tone and eyes became sharper.

Sensing his seriousness, Satsuki lowered her raised fists.

Moroha is staring fixedly at Shizuno.

“Ummm,ummmm, Moroha? This…this girl…….” Looks like Satsuki also noticed it.

Both of them concentrated on Shizuno.

Her eyes are closed, but what’s alarming is that there's totally no breathing motion on her packed chest. It looked like…Moroha forced down his rising panic, and rushed forward to check on her condition. Supporting himself on her chair, he lean down and put his face in front of hers.

Her neck is so white that one could not imaging that there’s blood flowing under the skin.

(You are joking. Tell me this isn’t happening…)

If there is no breathing, then the situation is bad……

Moroha, with no hesitation, moved his ear right in front of the motionless Shizuno’s lips.

Is Shizuno still breathing?

“Shu…Saura……”

A tiny exhalation with her voice. She’s alive!

Moroha is surprised, but before he can think further, his head is grabbed on both side.

Gently but firmly his face is pulled right to the front of Shizuno’s face.

Having Waken up silently and stealthily, her eyes are already opened.

Those deep dark orbs are concentrated on Moroha’s features.

The only unnerving part is her ice-like face. While her sleeping expression is like that of a doll, when awake she’s like a Noh Mask, totally no expression.

“Good morning…… Darling……”

Then, Shizuno’s face came closer slowly.

(Another headbutt?)

What a lousy day this is. Moroha wanted to hold his head and lament.
Still, with his head grabbed tightly by Shizuno, he can’t move an inch.

At least he can braced himself for the impact——

[Chu…]

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Shizuno’s lips lightly touch Moroha’s.
What an unexpected development.

Moroha took a few seconds to realize that he just experience what’s known to society as a [kiss].

Thus, while he’s enjoying the allure, temptation and physical feel of a girl’s lips——

“WHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATAREYOUDOINGGGGGGGGGGGG RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR SISTER??????!!!!!!!!!”
Satsuki suddenly seize Moroha from the back. Intending to physically separate his from Shizuno’s side, but——

“Wait Wait Wait. In any case , both of you keep away from me.” Moroha back-pedalled away from the two girls, pulling his head out of Shizuno’s grip too.

No time to dwell on the lingering feeling of that kiss.

(What a waste.) Moroha feels like crying.

Regardless, an angry Satsuki is no joke. Like a demon, she pursues him relentlessly:

“How dare you, in front of me and to other girls, ki…ki….ki……..kiss! You…you unfaithful playboy!”

Moroha tried to mount a defense:
“What do you mean in front of you? If we are brother and sister, there’s no need for you to get angr-”

“This is this and that is that!” Satsuki interrupted Moroha’s excuses.

Like a sonic weapon, the assault from left and right threatens to blow out Moroha’s eardrums.

What this and that? Why is Satsuki so angry? Totally cannot comprehend.

“Fraga, that bastard! What did he do to you in your previous life…?”

“It’s easier to list down what he didn’t do to me!”

“Fraga, that bastard. Don’t tell me he’s a villain…?”

“That’s right! I was driven to tears many times by him. In fact I feel like crying now!”

“Really? What an evil person……”

“Don’t talk like it’s none of your business! It’s obviously you who did those things!”

“I already said I don’t remember.”

“You are talking like a politician. Are you trying to act dumb. You Heart-breaker!”

Listening to Satsuki’s complains, Moroha is reaching his limits.

(I’m only 15 years old. It’s a first to be called a heart-breaker….”
Obviously clueless, Moroha can only sigh in his heart.
Being scolded fiercely for no reason, yet he can’t do anything.

“ZZZZzzzzzz…….”

“Don’t go back to sleep!”

I got into trouble because of you. Moroha cannot help but palming his face.

“Hey! Wake up, you succubus.”

Luckily, Satsuki has switched her target and is roughly shaking Shizuno awake.

“You! What were you trying to pull seducing my Fraga?”
(My Fraga….) How much of a brocon is she? Although Moroha has long discarded the notion that Satsuki is a normal sister

“I mistook the person,” reply Shizuno expressionlessly when she was forced awake by Satsuki’s roar of rage.

“You would kiss someone you mistook?”

“I was half-asleep.”

“You would kiss someone while half-asleep?”

“Why are you so agitated?”

“Even me, I’ve not been kissed in this life yet! How dare you jump the queue?”

Originally thinking that Satsuki will continue to rage further, instead she became a shivering, crying lump.
What a temperamental girl with her rapid mood swings.

“…Really?” In contrast, Shizuno remains cool and expressionless.

Her thoughts hidden, Shizuno looks towards Moroha.

“Me……?” Moroha pointed at himself.

Shizuno nodded her head, and asked:

"How were my lips?"

“Are you asking me for feedback?”

"It’s for future reference."

“What are you trying to practice for? In any case, why aren’t you in shock or anything?”

“Not really. It’s not like I lose anything.”

Shizuno replied unconcernedly, while Moroha felt his face stiffening.

(Come to think of it. This person actually went back to sleep after with no care or concern.)
Moroha, like facing a fearsome beast, looked carefully at Shizuno.

“——It’ll decrease.”

“What will?”

“Your value as a girl will decrease. Please take more care.”

“Your words are very amusing.”

“In any situation, I believe that it’ll be your words that are funny.”

Although broken out of his pacing by Shizuno, looking at her calm beauty, Moroha decided that he should just let it go.

Shizuno twitched her mouth and revealed lovely dimples. Although she looks like an introvert, it’s still a very bewitching smile.

(Obviously a natural-born beauty, don’t always keep an expressionless face. What a waste.) Moroha muttered in his heart.

“Then, if it happens again, I shall try to be surprised.”

“Please do.”

“Like this?”

Saying that, Shizuno woodenly gave a monotone “Ahhhh”, clapping her cheeks with both hands.

“That’s great. PERFECT.” Moroha casually clapped a few times.

“My value as a girl didn’t decrease, right?”

“It went up in a straight line,” Moroha replied jokingly.

While harmlessly joking around, this is proving to be quite fun. Moroha really thought that.

“Why are the two of you looks like you are enjoying yourselves? Even though it’s your first meeting?”

Moroha heard this very displeased voice. For Satsuki who was temporarily pushed out of the scene, she started expelling her angst as only a young girl could, with tears in her eyes.

“How are you going to recompense me,” demanded Satsuki as she turn her reproachful gaze at Shizuno.

Shizuno, as if the matter doesn’t concern her at all, turned her head away.

Moroha then realized he had been setup. A setup to point Satsuki’s anger at him via introducing a flammable subject into their conversation.

“Ah…no…..that is……”

How do you explain away this awkward situation? Just when Moroha is groping for words……

“Why are you so heartless to me? Onii-sama is an idiot! Dummy! Two-Faced Shape-shifter<ref>'''Bunbuku Chagama:''' She actually called him a Bunbuku Chagama, which is a Japanese folklore about a shape-shifting Tanuki. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunbuku_Chagama</ref>.

“Two-Faced Shape-shifter…..”

“If you like that woman so much, just marry her!” After that salvo, Satsuki ran out of the auditorium crying.

It ended up being a mess from beginning to the end.

“A person as tempestuous as a storm.”

Regarding Shizuno’s statement, Moroha can only agree.

Then——

“Shall we go? Since we are in the same class, it should be the class meeting after this?

“I’ll stay here for a while longer.”

“You’ll be late.”

“That’s my intention,” reply Shizuno calmly as she leaned back on her chair. “Everyone has gone over earlier, are you the same type as them?”

“If possible, I would like to spend my school life in an orderly manner.”
Moroha expressed his sincere wish.

(It’s not easy to get into a school that provide free tuition and amenities. I cannot let this chance go to waste.) Thisis Moroha’s opinion.

“I see. It's the opposite for me.”

On the other hand, that was what Shizuno said. Still, in Moroha’s eyes, she does not seem like a delinquent girl. If you have to state it, it’s more like she is a person who is extremely indolent, more specifically——a person who is weary of the world.

(Hmmmm. Anyway….)

He doesn’t really want to nag at anyone.

“So I’ll make a move first. By the way, can I ask you a question?”

Shizuno nodded her head.

“Those words in your dream. Did you mentioned Shu Saura?”

“It’s just meaningless sleep talk,” Shizuno replied after a short hesitation.

“Really? Still, although it’s embarrassing, can you listen to what I have to say without laughing at me?”

Moroha was going to scratch his head after saying that, but thought better of it. Changing his mood, he asked a question with a serious expression.

“Were you the <Witch of the Netherworld>?”

Shizuno’s expression remained frozen.

Like a Noh Mask, you cannot penetrate her defences or guess her thoughts.

Still, Moroha strongly states:

“In my dreams, I was known as <{{Furigana|The Pluto|King of the Netherworld}}>, Shu Saura.

Moroha frequently dreamt bizarre dreams.

According to explanations from Akane Academy, those are fragments of memories from his past life.

And, in his dreams——

Sometimes he is called Flaga.

Sometimes he is known as Shu Saura.

That’s right. Although minute fragments, it’s undeniable.

Moroha has memories of 2 past lives.

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'''Seiken Tsukai No World Break''' (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) is a Japanese light novel series written by Akamitsu Awamura and illustrated by Refeia. SB Creative has published ten volumes since November 2012 under their GA Bunko imprint.

[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|286px|thumb|right|Cover of Volume 1]]

== Story Synopsis ==

Written by Akamitsu Awamura, the series takes place in a private high school involving the concept of "saviors." They are known as people who possess awakened memories of their past lives. The story tells of a young boy named Moroha Haimura who comes to this private school.

At the school, there are two types of people: Shirogane, who fight enemies with weapons and techniques gleaned from the Prana powered from their own bodies, and Kuroma, who wipe out enemies with magic to manipulate the Mana powers that surpass physics. Moroha Haimura is the first person with past lives of both Shirogane and Kuroma.

== Updates ==
*Febuary 08, 2015 - Volume 1, Chapter 1 Completed
*Febuary 06, 2015 - Volume 1, Prologue Completed
*Febuary 06, 2015 - Project created

== Translation ==

=== Format Standards ===

'''Every chapter (after editing) must conform to the general format guidelines.'''
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]

=== [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break Registration Page|Registration page]] ===

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== Feedback Thread ==

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== ''Seiken Tsukai No World Break'' by Akamitsu Awamura ==
=== Volume 1: Seiken Tsukai No World Break (聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱) ===
[[File:SeiKen_Tsukai_no_World_Break_01_000.JPG|thumb|x200px]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The School of <SAVIORS>]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - The Ideal Brother and the Unrealistic Sister]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - The Guardian of the Holy Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - The Girl Named Ranjou Satsuki]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - The Dragon In Human Form ]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Rank C Promotion]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Chapter 7|Chapter 7 - Hell Fire, Reside In My Sword]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
* [[Seiken Tsukai No World Break:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

== Project Staff ==
* Supervisor:
* Project Manager: [[User:Translatebear|Translatebear]]

==== Translators ====

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==== Editors ====

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== Project Status ==
Project Status: '''Teaser'''

==Series Overview==
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（01） (Nov 15, 2012, ISBN 978-4-7973-7195-6)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（02） (Feb 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7305-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（03） (Apr 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7363-9)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（04） (Aug 12, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7472-8)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（05） (Nov 15, 2013, ISBN 978-4-7973-7523-7)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（06） (Feb 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7556-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（07） (May 15, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-7741-5)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（08） (Aug 12, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8016-3)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（09） (Nov 14, 2014, ISBN 978-4-7973-8167-2)
*聖剣使いの禁呪詠唱（10） (Jan 15, 2015, ISBN 978-4-7973-8248-8)

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