Power only es from experience, real experience

  That's what I've always thought anyway. Tactid training mean little without throwing yourself in the mix of battle that improves your skills. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to make a ge.

  In my past life, I was a mere strategist, who moved armies on the chessboard of war. Now I've been reborn as Ryn Ashford, the sed son of a noble family, and I refuse to waste my time.

  That's why I'm here.

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  The bandit camp ys before me, a colle of small tents and flickering campfires, filled with ughter and versation. Funny, they think they're safe out here hidden in the wilderness. They have no idea what's about to emerge from the darkness of night.

  I feel the excitement bubbling inside me. Tonight, will be my harvest.

  With a quick fliy wrist, I jure a mana sword, a shimmering bde of pure magical energy that hums with my power. I step into the shadows of night, cloak following behind me in red and bck, a specter of death among the living.

  As I approach the first bandit, he notices me too te. My bde fshes through the air, slig through his defenses. He falls without a single sound. One dead.

  The camp erupts into pure chaos as the remaining bandits begin to realize the dahey scramble to grab their ons, but I'm already upon them.

  Time to test my mana sword.

  I unch a barrage of magical bolts at the group, the projectiles crag with my energy. They scream as they explode into showers of light, and I hear the satisfying thud of bodies falling on the cold dirt floor.

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  "W-who the heck are you?!" a bandit shouts in fear, panic seems to creep into his screaming. I turn to face him, smirking as I cut him down.

  "I'm just a guy looking for some excitement," I say, my voice dripping with casual self-reliance. With a simple wave of my hand, I send a torrent of fire toward the bandits. They raise their arms to shield themselves, but it's too te. The fmes begin to engulf them, and they disappear turning into nothing but ash.

  I begin to cut through the bandits like a whirlwind, my mana sword dang in the air. Each strike is lethal, precise hitting their oints. I revel in the chaos, the sudden rush of bat that fuels my thrill of battle. Bandits fall oer aheir cries echhout the night.

  Suddenly, one of the remaining bandits stumbles back, her eyes wide with fear. "H-he's like a reaper!" she mutters, staring at me with horror.

  I pause for a moment, then bursted into ughter. "Catchy! I am the Reaper!!!"

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  With my resolve renewed I plunge bato the fray, unleashing my magic. I jure lightning around my sword as it cleaves through armor and flesh alike. The remaining bandits' resolve crumbles as they witheir friends falling before me, like fresh wheat before the scythe.

  "Please! DON'T KILL ME!" another bandit begs, but I only ugh harder, enjoying the sweet sound of begging desperation.

  "Run", I taunt before summoning a bolt to their back, stepping over the fallen bandit the leader emerges – tall and imposing, wielding a massive sword which crackles with magic. He's a Spellbde, just like me but his sword merely pensates for something else.

  "You truly think you take me down, kid?" he bellows his voice filled with arrogance.

  "I'll—"

  I don't let him finish his sentence. With a fliy wrist, I unleash a wave of my raw energy that crashes into his chest like a tidal wave. He's thrown backward, his sword flying from his grasp as he crashes to the ground.

  "Too slow," I taunt, steeping over the bodies of his bandit friends to approach him.

  "How disappointing".

  He struggles to his feet, desperation in his eyes. "I-I won't be bested by a KID!"

  I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "You really thought you stood a ce?" "How insulting..."

  With, that I swung my mana sword that cleaved through the air, severing his head from his shoulders. Nice workout today.

  The remaining bandits trembled with fear watg their leaders body twitch lifelessly. I wipe the blood from my bde, gng down at the blood puddle I stood in.

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  "Run if you value your lives" I remarked casually, surveying the age of the bandit camp.

  The bandits begin to flee, abandoning their friends as they scramble into the trees. I smirk, letting them run. They'll spread tales of the mysterious killer who swept through their camp like a reaper.

  As I stand among the bodies, I take a moment to feel the power I wield. This is what true strength feels like—not sitting in a or participating in royal politics.

  It's so exhirating.

  The smell of bat filled the air.

  My favorite thing about fighting people is that unlike mohey show fear. And at times they go past there limits and that's wherue lesson begins.

  When I finally made my way back to the Ashford Estate, dawn begun to break, and the t walls of the estate came into view. I slip through the gates, unnoticed, a shadow among the night.

  It's my sed year at the magic academy tomorrow and the sed semester is about to begin.

  But now something deep inside of me cwed at my new name.

  I will bee the stro spellbde... by being the Reaper.

  I needed no one.... but myself.

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  A/N: YAY! Another chapter released! I pn to be releasing a character description page here in the few days. Holy, I'm surprised I have people reading my story... so thank you so much for reading chapter 1 and 2.

  Anywho.... Like I previously stated I will be creating a character description page starting tomorrow and you get to see what they look like. Due to this chapter 3 will be a little te to release so I apologize ahead of time. Also, if ahinks Ryn is ruthless and has he isn't I swear! He's just misuood! You'll see as the story progresses. I 't wait to introdue new characters (here in the feters) and how they i with Ryn.

  Okay... thats all byeee! < 3