<Monday Morning, Arcadia Hunter Academy>
–CLANK!
The room, whose sole purpose was to accommodate students engaging in a spar, was now filled with weapons clashing. It was still very early in the morning, even before the classes.
On the first day of the week and its first hours, it was expected that the training grounds would be deserted.
Yet there were two students who were doing different things from others.
–CLANK!
With each second passing, sparks continued to fly through the ceiling, two weapons clashing. One was two short blades coated with a red aura, while the other one was a long stick with a metal head coated with a yellowish aura.
SWOOSH!
The figures were blurry, as it was very hard for any normal onlooker to clearly see what was happening there. But the constant sounds of weapons clashing made it evident that there was an intense clash going on there.
–CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
The spear rapidly pierced through its opponent, the yellowish aura flashing in rapid succession.
Yet, the daggers, now turning the aura of colors to gray, also rapidly intercepted its path, clearly not letting the spear do as it wished.
For a split second, the fight seemed to enter a stalemate as the two figures stopped moving. There revealed a blue-haired young boy holding a spear, his eyes focused yet his face with a smile.
"HA!"
He gathered his breath and, with a shout of spirit, converged his aura right on top of the spear, swirling like a hurricane.
「Spear of Hartley. Extension」
The swirl of energy shot forward in an attempt to take down its target.
–SWOOSH!
Yet, before the energy could hit the target, the young boy's purple eyes flashed for a second. Shadows swirled around his feet, channeling energy. In an instant, he disappeared, flashing away.
The swirl of energy was missed, reaching out to the wall and getting nullified by the formations surrounding the training grounds.
"Here I come!"
However, contrary to how his attack was missed, the spear-holder didn't even seem to be flustered, as if he had already expected this to happen.
Utilizing his superior stats and his talent at controlling mana, he appeared right before the purple-eyed boy, his spear already targeting his shoulders.
"Tch."
The purple-eyed boy clicked his tongue in annoyance, seeing his opponent not giving up the pursuit. Since he was in the process of evading the attack, it was hard for him to move normally.
The purple-eyed boy, realizing he was in a tight spot after narrowly evading the spear attack, relied on his agility and close combat training.
–THUD!
With a swift, acrobatic movement, he dodged the spear's stab and kicked the spearhead upwards, creating an opening.
Seizing the opportunity, he quickly grabbed a dagger from his belt and hurled it towards the spear user, aiming to exploit the moment of weakness.
However, the spear user, with his fast reflexes and strong physique, anticipated the incoming attack.
'This….I can't use my spear fast enough.'
Realizing he wouldn't be able to retrieve his spear in time, he made a split-second decision. He freed his second hand from the spear and channeled mana into it, forming a protective barrier.
CLANK!
As the dagger hurtled towards him, he intercepted it with his bare hands, the mana coating acting as a shield against the blade. The dagger clinked harmlessly against his hand, deflecting off to the side.
"Huh?"
Yet, just as he thought the attack was over, his vision, as well as his senses, grasped an incoming projectile. Before his eyes stood something; he could feel the mana swirling around that very thing.
"Magic?"
–THUD!
Before he could even question just when he conjured the magic and fired it, his forehead echoed with pain, his posture shaking. Though the attack lacked the necessary strength to deal a serious injury to him, let alone fatal, the precise location of the attack messed with his eye nerves, blurring his vision.
–SWOOSH!
Following that, as his vision cleared, he saw a silhouette appearing right before his face and felt the cold blade on his neck. He heard rough breathing from the person before him while he himself remained untired. The boy's hoarse voice broke the silence, "It is over," he declared, his cold purple eyes showing no emotion.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the spear user smiled while raising his hands in surrender. "Yeah, I lost," he admitted defeat. "You really are clever when it comes to fighting, Astron."
Hearing him speaking like that, Astron looked into his eyes, opening his mouth. "Not everyone is blessed with overwhelming talent like you, Ethan 'Hartley.'" He spoke while emphasizing the word Hartley, his hoarse voice slowly returning to normal.
It seemed he was slowly recovering his energy.
"…..Right…." Ethan didn't deny it; instead, he lowered his head, looking at the traces of fighting around the training room.
There was a lot of leftover mana on the formations and the walls that were slowly repairing themselves—some cracks on the ground as well as cuts on both of their clothes.
'To think I wasn't able to land a decisive blow on him….Though I didn't go all out for the sake of training, considering my stats and my prowess, I thought I would win this spar at the end.'
He thought to himself, looking at the purple-eyed boy floating the dagger he had just thrown.
'He had even managed to master some magical spells….He really is an all-rounder type…'
The guy named Astron was an enigma to Ethan. He couldn't understand him, no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know what he wanted or what kind of person he was. He knew he was talented at using daggers and bows and fighting in close combat. Adding magic to that, he somehow became very unique.
'Yet, it feels like his stats can match mine…..how is it possible? Is he also in the range of mid-rank-5? Even with my newly risen stats, I couldn't overpower him clearly. Maybe it is his way of fighting? Hmm …..'
He threw a quick look at the status window appearing at the corner of his eyes.
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?Name: Ethan Hartley
?Occupation: Spearman (Level 5)
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