A girl with dull brown hair and cyan eyes went onto the stand. She seemed very confident as she flips her shiny brown hair, and stalks onto the stone terrace. Licht followed not too far behind, the voices whispering in his ears were not pleasant. They were the same voices that taunted him when he first used Spirit Magic.
His ears were constantly being abused by their shrewd voices and mocking giggles, and Licht got more irritated by the minute.
"Get away from me," he muttered to the entities he could not see. The loudest and most provocative spirit laughed, "It's not like we're harming you in any way-"
"You are harming my peace of mind." Licht interrupts in a whisper, as he climbs the stone steps to the terrace. The spirit ignores him as she continues, "We just like sticking to things we find interesting."
"Dunno if you've noticed, but I'm not a 'thing'." He retorts in an annoyed tone. He had already taken his position, and he waited for Susanne to make the first move.
"Well, you humans are the same to me regard-"
"Shut up. I'm busy."
"Kyaaa!~Why I never!" The voice called out in faux offense. Licht gritted his teeth, "Please keep shut. At least for ten minutes, no, six is enough."
"Let's make a deal, hmm? Then, I'll leave you alone. It's a simple request. ~" He unsheathed his sword after seeing Susanne point her one of both longswords at him. "What is it?" He reluctantly asked.
"All you have to do is..."
"[Ice Needle]!" Susanne yells out, as ten needles of ice appear above her. Less than a second later, they are flying across the stage straight at Licht.
"Saved Magic?" Viscar leaned forward as if trying to get a better view of Susanne. "So, it's not a myth then. This class is full of surprises."
"Woah! This match is over man."
"Shame, though. That little brown girl was my type...and she was such a looker."
"Umm...I think that's a dude. See the uniform?" They kept talking about Licht like his fate had been decided. It didn't help his already bad mood, and with what the spirit had requested...
"Katana Sword Arts: [Nanatsunotsuki]." He chants calmly. The ice projectiles shatter into snow that glitters on the stage. It becomes quiet, no one had seen what had happened.
Susanne is frozen from the shock, as she watches Licht quietly place his sword back into his sheath. Saved magic, the rarest skill anyone could have. To the point that it was considered a myth. All she had to do was use mana to prepare her spells in advance, so it doesn't use any mana when it is used eventually.
Just what did he do?! She wanted to finish him off with magic alone to show her superiority. She was a dancer, a rare class, she didn't need to get all close and personal with some useless noble with a defective status.
Viscar watched and he could tell what she was thinking from her expressions alone. "Another one, huh? She'll definitely pay for underestimating him?"
"[Ice Needles]; [Ice Needles]!" Twice as many projectiles appeared above her once again. Licht didn't look fazed, though he looked like he was contemplating something.
"Just agree to those terms and you won't have to hear my voice." The shrewd voice said suggestively.
Licht scowls as he takes his katana from his sheath, "Katana Sword Arts: [Nanatsunotsuki]." It happened once again; the snow fluttered and melted on the ground. The audience soon realized that the ice needles had been shattered.
"What was that?! I couldn't see what happened!"
"She said Nanasono...Is that a rare skill?"
The crowd was bustling, intrigued by Licht's skill and attack. "All I need to do is use Spirit Magic and you'll leave me alone?" He asks the entity with his eyes narrowed as if he had seen the entity he cannot see.
Susanne growled, she dashed towards Licht; her longswords dragging behind her. She closes the distance and jumps to the air, getting ready to swing at him. Her swords move closer; aimed at his neck.
Viscar wanted to move, but he needed to see the outcome. But if he didn't move to help Licht could be in great danger and could possibly die. His reputation would plummet if he let that happen; still, he couldn't ignore his excitement. What would Licht do now?
"Movement Magic: [Teleport]." Licht chants calmly, reappearing a few feet away from his former position. Whilst, Susanne stares baffled at his disappearance.
Licht exhales and stretches out his arm and open palm, "Spirit Magic: [Phantom Palm]."