The Elliot Family was one of the few mystic families in Obedin City.
As one of the foremost cities in Delta State, it was normal that mystic families would be in the city, most especially when it had such a famous mystic academy.
The Elliot Family was one of the bigger mystic families in the city.
With a history of having produced more than 1 advanced Mystic warrior, dozens of intermediate Mystic warriors, they were a powerful family with a lot of connections and influence in the city.
What really set the Elliot Family apart from other mystic families was the rumors that it was a sub-branch family of the Ancient Elliot Family.
The Ancient Elliot Family was one of the few Great Mystic Families who started all the way from the age of awakening, joined in the building of the shelters, and was now a powerhouse in one of the 7 Great Shelters.
Just this connection was enough to set the Elliot Family apart from others, and the fact that their bloodline mystic ability was lightning was the cream on top the cherry that made sure that they stayed at the very top.
Even among elemental mystic abilities, there were stages.
It was well known that the power of a mystic ability depended on the power of the mystic warrior, but this was not the only factor that affected overall strength.
Wind and earth mystic ability were generally weaker than fire mystic ability, the same way fire was weaker than lightning mystic ability.
Apart from the rare special mystic abilities, among the elemental mystic abilities, lightning was the strongest, having the most destructive power.
Of course, lightning being the signature mystic ability of the Elliot family didn't mean that other lone mystic warriors could not awaken it.
The difference was that it was proven long ago that bloodline inherited mystic ability was always stronger than the one that was awoken and learned.
This was what set the Elliot Family apart from others, and of this new generation, Turan Elliot was the star of this forefront family.
Turan Elliot, a blonde-haired youth with fair features, a moderately handsome face and a well-toned muscular physique was a student of the Obedin Mystic Academy, and was Rex's academy mate.
Following in the footsteps of his ancestors, he did not disgrace his bloodline as he was the undisputed best student of this latest batch of students that were about to graduate from the academy.
No other student had been able to stop his tyrannical lightning mystic ability.
He saw no other student as his direct rival, except one that he barely recognized as a nuisance. Rex Vector, this was the hateful student who prevented him from graduating as the best in all departments of the academy.
He graduated with excellence as the very best in all other areas, his preferred battle domain department which was the sword domain was the only department where he lost to the hateful Rex Vector.
From then, Rex who he never knew till then finally caught his attention. He was arrogant and proud, but he was not such a d*ck to not accept a loss.
He only felt disappointed. If Rex had awoken mystic energy, then he could embrace him as his rival but the sword genius disappointed him.
Once he knew that Rex didn't awaken mystic energy, he discarded the kid from his mind. He didn't even remember the looks of the kid.
He never bothered with him again, but his lackeys did. Like in every age, the richest or strongest kid with the best background in big academies like the Obedin Mystic Academy were always immortalized.
Turan never looked for friends, but both girls and boys flocked after him. One of these boys was Collins, who self-imposed himself as his personal assistant to take care of any inconvenience on his behalf.
He knew about the bully relationship between Collins and Rex but he never cared. If the kid could not protect himself, then he should have never gone to the academy, leeches like him simply wasted academy resources.
With Rex already relegated from his mind as a non-entity, no one was his direct rival to clinging first place in this upcoming graduation battle, he was confident of that.
Despite being confident, Turan never slacked even for one day.
During the one week of preparation, just like other students, he trained, refining his skills and mystic energy control like his life depended on it.
The main difference between him and other students was that his family house was a mansion that had everything. He had his own personal combat training chamber with advanced training equipment all available for his use.
At this moment, he was going through an agility swordsmanship training.
Mechanical robots were placed at different parts of the training chamber at such a sheer number that they dwarfed him. These robots could move, and they also had real swords that could cut a head off.
Turan's challenge once the time started ticking was to erupt with speed, running through every single one of the robots, evading all their sword strikes, while striking with his mystic sword through their mid-section.
The point in the robots' mid-section where he was supposed to strike was covered by a red ribbon. If he failed to strike there, then he failed the challenge.
3…, 2…, 1! Now!
Boom!
Turan exploded with speed as his blue eyes pinned all the robots down. Once he got within range of the robots, he started a dance, a sword dance.
"Dance of the 10,000 Drizzling Swords!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The spectators who were Turan's lackeys could only see a blur, followed by loud whooshing sounds as the boy prodigy cut his way through the robots.
Turan cut non-stop for 10 minutes straight before he finally stopped.
Then, all the robots fell apart like dropping leaves in autumn.
[Congratulations Young Master Turan!]
[You completed the challenge with 89 sword slashes, 37…]
Turan did not listen to the training chamber A.I's rambling. He turned around amid the excited cheers of his spectators, and arrogantly went to his resting chair.
There, he rested his back and his nerves, and drank a bottle of water.
Before Turan could begin enjoying his rest though, a familiar annoying voice reverberated. Just hearing the first word already brought a frown to his face.
"I had a new prophecy; you will lose the final battle".
Hearing the calm and nonchalant tone in which his elder brother said this, Turan was angered as he sprang up from his resting chair and clenched his fist.
"F*ck you!" He yelled at him.
The spooky-looking youth with spooky dark green hair, lazy green eyes, who also wore a dark green outfit behaved like he was not the one that was just cursed at.
"I just felt it right to tell you as an older brother".
With that, Bruno Elliot left the combat training chambers, leaving Turan fuming as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
This event already brought bad memories to Turan. He could still remember vividly this time 5 years ago when he just entered the academy, his elder brother came and told him the same thing.
Then was. "I had a prophecy; an all-round excellent academy result in all departments will be clinched from you in the one department that you think you are most proficient at".
5 years down the line, the hateful Rex Vector came.
Turan gritted his teeth. "I'll show you that your mystic ability is not omniscient!"
"I'll win this tournament no matter what!"