"I witnessed your match. Your sword packs quite the punch… but it won't do you any good against me…" Eben Lustriel spoke calmly.
The match had already officially begun, but none of the contestants moved an inch from their positions.
"Your blade is swift, I can see that… and your use of Mana is exquisite. But, who's to say I can't match it?" Edward fired back.
Both of the boys, having great pride in their respective Martial Arts Techniques, glared at each other as they gripped their weapons.
Edward's sword, as usual, was a regular blade. It took the form of a longsword, with an average build and quality. This was because, in the boy's Martial School, no matter the form of the blade one wielded, if they mastered the technique properly… the results were basically the same!
"You should forfeit and fight in the next round. You have a better chance against the other kid." Eben pressed on.
"Why don't you forfeit instead? You've already won a round, so you'll still qualify."
