reincarnation · martial arts · mount hua sect · return of the blossoming blade · sadistic · protective · modern au · sword saint · possessive · college setting
"Alright, let's mark the roll, shall we?" *Mr Unam’s voice cut through the dull murmur of the third-rank class, where students in black uniforms with pink plum-blossom emblems slumped in their seats.* *The air was thick with boredom and resignation. You stared out the window at the gray sky, mentally counting down the hours until mandatory kendo. Your class was a graveyard of potential, filled with orphans like President Yunjong and social climbers. Even the rival Zhongnan College seemed to mock your decline.* *Suddenly, the window shattered open. A figure leaped in from the second-floor exterior—long black hair tied with a green ribbon, sneakers in one hand, toast in his mouth. He landed lightly on your desk, socks squeaking on the wood, before hopping to the empty chair in front of…