Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

While Zero was returning from his home, some rather unusual things were unfolding at the academy.

It was night, and the sound of someone's footsteps resounded in the night's quiet behind the Instrs building.

With clean brown hair and a fair skin tone, the man carried a sword on his waist. He walked with an air of certainty around him, it was like the dark of night did not scare him at all.

He walked a long way before he was into an isolated area, away from the rest of the campus where there was only plain ground. And then he stopped.

His eyes were pinned at a certain something which was a distance of around a dozen of two meters.

It was another man but since his face was on the other side, it was hard to recognize who it was. However, there was one thing which would seem strange to even a kid.

Below his feet was opened a large magic circle; its light was dim so it was hard to spot it from afar but when standing close, it was clear as day.

Some type of energy was rising up from the circle and gathering around the man's hand. He seemed to be doing something, as there were sparks coming out from the area around his hand.

From behind it looked like he was drawing something in the hair with his hands—something circular.

"Quite busy, aren't you?" the man with the sword said.

The man in front of him stopped, left every motion and stood still.

"Ryfin Jekar, huh? I've been told to be wary of you," he said. He was right, the man with the sword was indeed Ryfin; class 1B's homeroom teacher.

"Then you should've followed that advice," Ryfin replied. "Your time here is over. I can't have you causing any more troubles."

"Troubles, you say? I'm afraid but you are going to have lots of them soon. For starters, I'LL LET YOU TASTE DEATH!!" the man disappeared from his place and appeared right before Ryfin.

It was not teleportaion, his speed was just too fast. The man raised his arm and snatched at Ryfin.

A burst of sparks appeared between the two as Ryfin slid out his sword from its sheath and blocked the man's attack.

"Some nails you've got there," Ryfin said as he gestured toward the man's hand with his eyes.

From his fingers were emerging sharp claws that were at least five centimeters long and strong enough that they didn't break even after clashing with Ryfin's sword.

"You're not going anywhere!" the man said and held the blade of Ryfin's sword with both his hand. Surprisingly, his hand didn't bleed when he did that.

"Oh? I think you might have a misunderstanding here," Ryfin said. Despite the situation he was into, his voice was cool and composed, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

The man narrowed his eyes as he didn't understood what Ryfin meant. He increased his grip around Ryfin's blade as to not let him escape.

Though his narrow eyes were forced to be widened with shock when the next second Ryfin disappeared from in front of his eyes. There was no sound, no movement, he just vanished.

"You were pretty confident about the durability of your skin, weren't you?" the voice was Ryfin's, and it was coming from the behind.

Before the man could turn to look two jets of blood were sprayed before his face, looking down he saw that both of his palms were cut in half and his fingers were lying on the ground.

The man's face distorted with anger, and he growled like a beast as he turned toward Ryfin.

"Well, well, now you are looking like your kind," Ryfin said and jerked his sword in the air, removing the man's blood from the blade.

However, his words were on point. The man's body was changing.

His veins started popping up as extra blood rushed into them, his muscles enlarged and the size of his limbs increased. His canines teeth shifted forward and grew in length, soon after that his other teeths grew in size as well.

And they didn't look like human teeth at all. They were pointed at the end, like a beast's.

But the thing which set him apart from humans, and monsters as well was the glowing horn that tore his skin and came out from his forehead. It was glowing in a bright white with a tinge of red.

The man was no longer a human. In fact, he never was.

"You need to be erased! You are a threat!" he said, his voice was heavier this time when he spoke.

"Oh? I'd to say I'm proud that your kind sees me as a threat," Ryfin said as he bowed down graciously, as if accepting his words as praise.

"You will die!" the man screamed.

His horn shone brightly and glowing lines emerged from the steam was his horn and spread all over his body. They were like tattoos, expected that they were glowing and looked more like runes.

The man opened his jaw and a tiny ball of energy appeared before his mouth. But it grew in size. First it was the size of a pea, then it grew bigger and turned to the size of a ball, from it kept growing in size and in about a second or two it was as entire coliseum.

At a size big the ball of energy started interacting with its surroundings. The wind around the area picked its pace and in time quick and powerful gusts were hitting Ryfin and flickered his clothes and hair. The dirt from the ground also started getting attracted toward the ball of energy.

"Man, that's something,," Ryfin said; he said to raise his voice because the wind was now even louder. "If you released it here you'll wipe out half the city…I'm afraid I can't have that."

Putting his sword back in its sheath, Ryfin raising his right hand toward the sky and held his wrist with his left hand.