Commentator || A warm welcome to each person present here for this exciting event! ||
The following day, the day of battle between Robert Capron and Ryan Walker was approximately about to begin.
Commentator || Please welcome the third prize winner of WN's School competition, Robert Capron! ||
Robert came into view from the east gate. His yellow eyes sparkled. He gave his orange hair a jerk.
Commentator || From the other side, please welcome Ryan Walker! ||
"I don't understand why they even thought about organizing this match ."
"I know right." A few chit-chatting began among the audience.
'Ugh, I knew this was gonna happen.' Ryan walked in front of everyone. He slowly opened his eyes to look at the display screen.
"Huh?!" He became surprised, 'How come the display is blank!?' He thought, he bit his lip.
Commentator || Now that we have both of our competitors, permit the Game to begin! ||
'Fuck I don't know his Trait! I thought they might show it on the screen but- damn I ought to have checked him out!'
Ryan noticed Robert placed his hand inside one of his carry belt pouches. Robert was on his stance already.
'Just why the hell are they now not showing the student's info on the display screen as they usually do?'
This battle was just a practice one not too serious. That was the reason teachers decided not to take the trouble to do that. Another, they thought Ryan would lose this battle within a second so it just felt useless to do.
Everybody knew who Robert was anyway and what his Trait was. Teachers thought there was no need for humans to recognize Ryan anyway.
Robert took his hand out of the carry belt pouch.
'S- Stones?! What,' Robert's hand was full with stones, 'Does he plan on hitting me with stones?' Ryan questioned.
In a blink of an eye, Robert left his place and started out running. Ryan took his guard, with no information about his opponent, Ryan was weaker than he already was.
Robert raised his right hand, Ryan moved back, a stone came flying towards Ryan.
'Huh! He is seriously throwing stones at me, isn't he!?' Ryan kept running backward. Robert was right in front of Ryan, he persisted in throwing stones at Ryan, and Ryan persevered dodging them.
'This is getting annoying.' Ryan thought, 'If this, if throwing stones is his Trait then I am so done with this.'
Ryan stopped. Robert closed up the gap between them. Robert jerked his body, took his leg back, later he swung his leg with complete strength at Ryan. He was aiming for Ryan's torso.
*Thap*
Ryan brought up his left leg to block Robert's kick. Ryan's leg was shaking in the air, Robert was stiff, he implemented even greater force but Ryan didn't allow it to cross any farther.
Robert jerked his right leg then jumped far from Ryan.
'Wait. I have not studied his Trait in any respect. Ugh. Don't care.'
Ryan desired it to end quickly. For it to happen he charged at Robert. To his wonder, Robert didn't move at all.
His hands moved, they came together, at last Robert pushed them opening into palms.
"Ugh!!" Ryan felt a throbbing pain in his back. He was not able to bear the pain, Ryan fell on his fours. Ryan was suffering from pain but he nevertheless heard the clinking sound of some metal falling on the ground.
He moved his head behind him. "HUH?" His eyes went huge after locating what was behind him.
A piece of metal, a pointed piece of metal with a sharp top and thick body…. At least one foot tall was lying at the back of Ryan with its tip colored in dark crimson.
< Injury detected. Activating automatic healing >
Ryan heard a robotic voice he had no means ever heard before, or just he thought that he had never heard it before. Which panicked him. Suddenly the painful sensation in his back began to vanish.
His eyes lifted up, Robert was not standing still, he had a few stones in his hands, he was slowly walking towards Ryan.
Ryan's pain was now gone. Still, the crimson patch remained on his T-shirt. He jumped off the ground.
"What? You can still fight?" Robert multiplied his speed. Robert threw all of the stones he was holding in each of his hands up high in the air.
Ryan moved his head up. "W- what the…." The sight terrified Ryan.
'He is… don't tell me. His Trait is to manipulate stones!?'
At the entrance gate of the school's battle arena. Three mysterious human beings entered the school grounds.
"Sir, Let us take a seat there."
"Sure Sarah." Sarah and Gen accompanied Jackie. They sat down in the back row. The closing row of all the other rows to be had.
All three noticed Ryan running far away from Robert as he persevered throwing pointed stones at Ryan.
"I am amused by this sight. So this is the Academy where they train people to combat against us? Just pathetic."
"Haha. So agreed with you, Jackie." Gen giggled after Sarah.
"By the way, My Lord. The one in black clothes and wounded on his back is Ryan Walker." Gen mentioned.
"Yeah, I recognize. Only the weakest student can be this pathetic."
"As expected from you, My Lord." Gen bowed his head.
"Give your order Jackie, I will go and kill him right now."
"Ugh. No. This is an Academy of Trait Masters. In other words, we are inside the Enemy's base. It would be foolish to assault them right now."
Sarah sat down after getting all fired up and all.
"We can't," Gen repeated.
"Understood, Jackie." Sarah bowed.
"We can't kill him right now. I mean we can kill him in a second but one of us will get killed," frightening smirk regarded Jackie's face. He leaned forward, "So although if we killed him right now we won't be able to get away safely from here without sacrificing one of us. More than that. We are already outnumbered." Jackie completed.
"So what, Jackie. What are your orders." Sarah asked. Jackie laughed….. An evil laugh.
"It must be clear as water, right?"
"What Jackie?"
"It must be clear as water that we can't kill this kid in front of everyone."
"Yeah, that is right, My Lord."
"Well if that is the case….." Jackie grinned.
'His grin and smirk… both are scary and cool at the same time.' Sarah thought.
"If we can't kill him, then we will have to assassinate him!"
Gen gasped. Sarah got out of her fantasy of admiring Jackie, became serious, "We will assassinate him with a plan. smooth or the hard manner."
"Hard manner." Sarah repeated, "Assassinate." An evil grin unfolded over Sarah's beautiful face.