Zeref the Ultimate Guardian [Outdated, being re-written]

Pre-game

  "You're meant for greater things, Zeref," said a strange voice.

"What are you talking about? Where am I?"

Even though it was pitch black, Zeref could "see" space undulating. It all felt so surreal and disconnected, yet coherent.

"The black box."

"What are you-?" Even though he couldn't see the proprietor of the disembodied voice, he felt a universal force lunging toward him, and suddenly, Zeref arose into the conscious world.

He half expected to wake up in his house bed, but then he remembered, "I'm 14 and in secondary, I live in a dorm."

 He got ready as he usually did, with a thin slice of toast and a sunny-side-up egg. With his sword in its sheath and his books, he walked to the main building. As Zeref walked into the building, he admired the view.

"Crap, it's 8:15. No time to muse."

Ever since he got transferred to the "Swordsman" area of the school a month ago, he hadn't been able to see Leah and Wenner.

"Running, running, running, Why don't I ever wake up early?!" He yelled to himself as he sprinted into the main building, taking a detour to go to his locker and take his armor. Then, he ran down from the first floor and to the "basement", going through behemoth doors, which revealed a room full of swords, polymorphic armor, simulations, and more doors. A Lot of them.

"Ah, Zeref. Nice to see you on time for a change," said Dean Dirgen. He was the Dean of the entire "Swordsmanship" wing. He was a short, round man with blue eyes, a balding head, and a ruddy complexion. He was the man Zeref had to answer to. Since he expected "greater things" from him due to his "immense potential," he kept him on a collar, not too different from a dog.

"Well, come with me to Professor Legwin's room," he said. Legwin was around the same height as the dean and with the same eyes, but disheveled-looking. Like brothers with different weights.

"Legwin's just as bad is the Dean."

The classroom was empty for Zeref's convenience. A precaution to prevent any...casualties.

"Today, we'll be trying the Paralyzing Strike, an A-level technique." The Professor said.

"Every person has energy flowing through their body. Cosmic energy, which is the purer, more powerful form of magic, and can only be completely attained by freeing your soul, a.k.a dying permanently, or experiencing death-like sensation and devoting your entire life to becoming a grandmaster, and I do not think a person like you has the patience for that," he said with a sneer and a suspicious loom.

"See, I would derive immense happiness from plowing his face. Alas, that would be a crime." Zeref thought.

"However, every person has magical energy, which is cruder and readily available. That energy flows in specific ways. Mostly in the brain, heart, arms, stomach, and ribs. There are many more spots, though. Since you're astonishingly fast and agile due to an infinitesimal amount of cosmic energy leaking from the eternal soul into your mortal soul, you can use that to your advantage. However, be careful. Cosmic energy weakens your mortal soul, and any magic strike could kill you."

"I know that I'm fast and strong, but weak to magic. This is just repeated information. Get on with the lesson," Zeref continued to think.

"You must strike at least 10 of these pressure points to impair the magic energy system in a significant way. For a few seconds to a full minute, you can paralyze your foe by striking the neck. I will be your subject."