I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

The sunbeams suffused the air in a harmonious display of iridescent red, its intensity and hue changing ever so slightly as the clouds floated past its ambient glory in a careful display of nature's beauty.

The light gave meaning to the earth, causing flowers to bloom, and animals to find a source of meal, while others lazed around on the green carpet grass of the fields to enjoy a sunbathe.

During this harmonious event, the classes of year 1 Silver and Bronze could be seen peeking through their windows as they heard a burst of loud laughter, followed by cries of protest to the hardship they endured, coming from the large field next to the Lecture Theater.

Their gazes sparkled with curiosity but that curiosity was soon warped into pity, as they were forced to focus on their tasks at hand.

It wasn't their problem anyway.

The sight they had tried to look away from was what seemed like a marathon race of Thirty students from the gold class, led by their lecturer, Crown Bishop.

They had been running around their track field for what seemed to be like the, the what? 7th? 8th? Oh no, it was, in fact, just their 4th, but the tiredness that was portrayed from their empty gazes was palpable from their expressions. Well, not all of them.

Leading the students were Elsie, Raph, Darell, Royce, and most of the students with the knight professions.

Most mages were left behind, but surprisingly, students like Ciara and some other mages weren't that far off.

In fact, they were only a few feet away from the knight professions.

Ciara was especially keeping up; her gaze wasn't as lifeless as the other surrounding her; why? Because she was someone that paid attention to her physical well-being.

Morning stretching exercises and subtle muscle exercises helped her to keep a lean athletic body.

She would have been a lot faster if it weren't for one of her major headaches…her breasts.

'These shitty things' She thought to herself, trying to maintain an even pace to prevent her bosoms from getting in the way too much.

'Their bouncing as it is, any more would be too embarrassing'

All she could do was endure while trying to keep up. At least she was doing much better than most of the students.

There were girls like Ciara that actually cared about her appearance while she ran, and she hoped to control it so it didn't attract unwanted attention….then there was a specific girl that could not give a damn, and she was none other than Elsie.

She ran with the wind, her hair blowing behind her while she bared her fangs in annoyance.

Her glare was fixed on the Instructor, and her mind was reeling with provocative thoughts.

'How is he so fast for a human?!' She thought, attempting to increase her pace, but at that moment the Lecturer turned back to look at her.

"No, No, Miss Elsie Darkpelt. No use of mana, remember". He said, his smile showing off his white teeth.

He had instructed them just before they had changed to their sportswear that they were not allowed to use their mana, aura, or any other form of energy.

System users were also restricted from using basic skills, or advanced skills.

So at the moment, they were all making use of their basic physical abilities in running down the field. This way, they can improve their fitness and forms.

It wasn't an issue for some of the boys, but the majority had realized one thing from this simple task– They had relied on the system too much.

The system has only one form of energy, and that is mana. After all, all other forms of energy were derived from mana.

Gaia had blessed eleven heroes with mana, but over the years, each hero began to specialize in their field.

Aura became something most swordsmen cursed from the system used, and Mana became something most mages used.

Then Divine mana and Dark mana were also derived, with divine mana being a specialty of the Lucia household and dark mana being a specialty of the Arcanus household.

Ki was a form of energy that wasn't derived from mana, and its diversity in application became palpable.

Then palpable Killing Intent, a specialty of the La Teur household, was derived from corrupt mana, or mana suffused in the blood and gore of ten thousand innocent people. It's a form of energy that was discovered years after the Dark Ages, and it became a genetic curse in the La Teur family for their misdeeds.

At the moment, none of the students were allowed to use any of it, and that led to their disgruntled expressions and breathing as they ran across the field.

At least some students weren't affected by it too much.

Students like Raph, who ran with not as much as a struggle in his breathing, or Darell, who was able to keep up slightly, and then there was Jane, Royce, Javier, and some other system users who kept up ever so slightly, with a hint of distress on their figures.

"Young Master Raffaelo, you seem unperturbed by our predicament?" Jonny asked from behind as they turned round another corner. This would make it their 6th lap, and it seemed like the Instructor was serious about making them run ten times before he started his theory class.

Raph turned behind, his expression unwavering. "Isn't it natural for a Swordsman to build his stamina?" He asked, his gaze scanning through the people behind him when it flickered on recognizing a figure that was some distance away but without any form of distress on her expression.

'Isn't that Sophia?' He thought, recognizing the purple-haired petite girl. 'Was she always that short?' He wondered as he looked away, but aside from her height, he was baffled by another thing. 'She's keeping up, and she doesn't even seem tired yet. There's more to her' He concluded, his eyes getting a glimpse of something he shouldn't have.

'Hah! Does this girl not realize she's a girl?!' He screamed in his head when a figure ran up next to him.

"Wow…she's got some really good melons". Darell said with a whistle, while he stared at the same thing that got Raph's attention.

He clicked his tongue. "What do you think you're looking at?" He asked a hot sensation brewing in his heart unknowingly.

Darell flinched, locking gaze with Raph.

"That's funny. I thought you wouldn't care?" He chuckled, noticing the expression on Raph's face.

Raph raised a brow in confusion. "What are you talking about? Don't you have other people you can stare at?" He asked, turning his head away, as his brows furrowed deeply.

"Hmm….I wish I could, but Tiara is in the Silver class".

'Huh? Did he just admit that he would have liked to see her running?' Raph thought, his gaze snapping towards him again.

Darell chuckled. "Don't you see these girls in their sports shorts? What do you think about it?".

Their sports included a white T-shirt and red shorts. Of course, the male shorts were knee length, and the females were shorter than knee length.

'Huh? Was he always like this?' Raph thought when another figure managed to catch up.

"Stop bothering Master Raph with your lewd thoughts" Jane struggled to say, panting deeply as he managed to maintain their pace.

"Hah shit! Why the heck do we have to do this on our first day?!" He cried out in annoyance, veins popping out in front of his head.

"Heh, you're doing well, Divine son" Darell joked, laughing out loud at the same time.

"Tch. What did you call me?! Elven Bastard" Jane asked with a raised tone. "You're so lucky I'm not allowed to use divine mana right now! I wouldn't even be here with you!"

Jane was a divine son after all, easily summoning a god of speed to assist him would be an easy thing. However, he couldn't.

"You should work on your muscles more, Jane; look at Ciara, for example," Raph pointed out as they turned behind to find Ciara staring at them.

"Oh?" He muttered as a hint of red color flushed her cheeks, causing her to turn away.

"Who do you think she's looking at?" He turned towards Jane, who looked away as well, a hint of red on his cheeks.

"I– I don't know," He struggled to say and remained silent after that, reducing his pace to let the two boys move ahead of him.

Darell and Raph glanced at each other, and a smirk grew on their lips as they turned to Jane and then themselves again, nodding at the same time.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, Raffaelo?" Darell asked.

"Hah, no, no, you must be the one thinking what I'm thinking, Darell," He replied as they continued their pace.

They had finally reached 300 meters, one more was left before they completed their seventh, then three more would be left.

The hard task of running the field was finally almost over.