The Droshveth was an eastern party headed by Edwin Leerstrom a son of Marquis Leerstrom.
The forgan empire did not just consist of dukes alone, even though they were the most powerful figures of the empire one couldn't ignore the ones below them even down to the baron and the children of this all powerful nobles all gathered at the academy so yes the imperials and Rein weren't the only hotshot from the eastern continent. They were just not popular which was about to change.
An imperial prince joined the party of a Marquis, it was way out of question. Cualli was not the type to hang out much with his elder brothers right from his young age so prince Neza was understanding. Cualli sought fun in everything he did, he didn't harbor hatred towards his brothers and he was the closest to the crown prince.
Every prince were at war with each other in the Imperial palace but the crown prince was not like that. He tried to go along with all of them even when he knew his position was not strong anymore. Cualli admired him and stayed away from the rest because he didn't want to he like them especially Neza.
Zolin was always the type to hang out with as he was very unserious and was also causing trouble, Eztli was always acting shady and suspicious, the princesses were boring.
Both of them looked at each other,
Zolin broke the silence, "long time no see Captain Alli"
Cualli wasn't the type to talk. He began to spin his black staff, his movement was so sharp and fast that it was as though he was spinning the air, the way he moved the spinning staff between his finger, to his back and over his head was beautiful.
Zolin gulped and brought out his dual dagger.
He dashed at him after the beat of the drum but as soon as he got in Cualli's range he got hit on his leg and shoulder it was so fast he couldn't tell when it was coming.
He jumped back immediately "(what the hell was that)"
Cualli stood there with his staff behind his back with his cold face staring at Zolin.
"(I can't even tell what he's thinking)"
Zolin's legs turned dark as they began to enter the ground but suddenly Cualli was above him in the air. He landed and began to attack randomly but well coordinate and very fast. The scenery looked like when a shaolin master was beating up his disciple while training him.
He finally gave him a stab in his heart, the impact was so powerful that Zolin was pushed out of the big round stage. He fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Rein's mouth fell, "(this guy is on another level...)"
With Zolin being pushed out of the arena stage it was a win for Cualli, the crowd clapped and cheered but he's expression did not change.
Now the entire team's success depended on Rein. He had never felt so much pressure in him before. All the people his teammates have fought so far was incredibly powerful, it was only natural that the next person will be a like them. He breathed and began to climb up the stage.
He's opponent began to go up too, they both bowed and he's opponent brought out his sword, thin long sword just like Rein's.
But Rein's happened to be more beautiful.
𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮
But of them pointed their swords towards each other and stared at each others legs.
The key to swordsmanship was footwork, to produce a powerful and beautiful swordsmanship one must first train his footwork. Swordsmanship had different styles and these styles were generated according to the footwork. The sword of moon that Rein had was a style of swordsmanship but Rein had not fully grasped the skill no does he have what it takes to use it.
Rein pushed his right leg forward.
"(he's going to spin... Stab his back before he-)" was what he's opponent thought but as Rein's back was revealed he dropped his sword to his left hand and stabbed into his opponent's shoulder who was just about to stab his back but ran back in order to avoid a fatal injury.
Jon smiled, "( I can feel it... He's changing)"
Rein felt a huge sense of responsibility and was not ready to make judgment that will let his party loose.
This was Rein using 100% of brain at the moment.
It was best to let people grow from personal experience, Jon liked the person Rein was although he might have had he's on reason for sticking to him, he truly wished Rein would grow to be the right person he pictured in mind.
"tchhhii" Dalton held his right shoulder which got stabbed he squeezed his face a bit but soon looked towards his teammates and saw Cualli's lip go up a little by the side "(that brat...)"
He knew that meant. The only time Cualli smiled was when he was enjoying a fight and right now he was probably thinking 'I should've fought him.
Dalton stood upright "it seems I have judged you wrongly"
Rein was focused completely, he was silent and observe every part of Dalton.
𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮
Rein's chest suddenly felt stuffy,
[𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮]
[𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞]
"Time to get serious friend!" Dalton's face lit up as he shouted, he was brimming with excitement. Blue aura began to wrap Dalton's sword.
Rein flinched, ".. Sword aura-"
It was a first