Ogal drifted off after meeting the man with the so called, "Sealing Magic". This would echo through his mind as he walked through the school's outline. Thinking of how little magic skill and intelligence he brought to the table, Ogal halted to sling over his bag with a nudge of his shoulder. From there, he removed the bag with a scabbard containing his much beloved sword.

He had not named any of his weapons, with the insight that weapons can break, and naming them could get you attached to them. Like a dog. 

Ogal had attached the scabbard to his side, fitting perfectly in. With his sense of paranoia- which he thinks is "vigilance"- his sword at his side had relieved him from some worries.

Ogal slung the bag over him again, and began to walk around, thinking about who would be dangerous in this world, and maybe- just maybe- he might meet the person who will seal his fate.