He stared at the Crown Prince candidate. Ezekiel Mainas was socially ranked as the lowest of all the Crown Prince candidates. Publicly, he was known to only be Class B Hunter who was not great at using magic or combat. Thus a lot of the Princes don't think of him as a threat to the throne and everyone never considered him as the next Emperor.
If Xanthe Soleil was considered the strongest Hunter and candidate, Ezekiel Mainas stood at the opposite of the spectrum where he was considered the weakest Hunter and candidate among the Princes.
Izik's brows furrowed remembering what he saw using Perspective. He was clearly a Class S Hunter, not Class B. He may have a reason why he was hiding his true designation however as a Crown Prince candidate wouldn't it be more beneficial if he revealed that he's a Class S Hunter?
It's either he was extremely uninterested in the throne or he was planning something else and Izik doesn't know which one it was and he doesn't know which one he prefer but then he remembered that whatever drama was going on between the duchies and the princes were something he's not part of. And he doesn't even want to be part of it.
It was already enough that Xanthe Soleil seemed to find joy in tormenting him with a manhunt.
His eyes narrowed at Ezekiel. It was hard not to hear about the Princes when the school body loved talking about them. It was understandable considering there was a possibility that one of them will sit on the throne and will lead Serene in the future. He remembered Ezekiel was described as a kind soul who was always helping people and hosting charity events. He was handsome with his red hair and golden eyes which had been a prominent feature of the family of Mainas.
However, the Ezekiel Mainas before him had none of those. His hair was black soft curls and his eyes were silver like the moon. And if he doesn't have Perspective, Izik would never find out that he was Ezekiel Mainas. He would think he was just an unfortunate low-rank Hunter that got into a shitty Guild.
Izik's attention was snatched by Smythe's dramatic eye roll followed by Kameron's string of complaints about Kamikaze. "Their confidence sure is something." He spoke as if those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. "They think everyone is below them just because most of them were ranked A or B and because their spot as a recognized guild is already certain. Assholes."
"They still treat people below their class like shit," Smythe kept her glare at them. Izik turned to watch Kamikaze as they order and insult Ezekiel Mainas. He wouldn't really call Ezekiel a low-level hunter and if everyone knew who he was, everyone will surely not be able to even speak before him.
"You guys, talk like Kamikaze had been around for a long time," Izik commented, watching as the other guild talked loudly to themselves.
"Tch, they don't even look worthy of our time."
"This will be nothing but a sparring."
"Che, They all look like they'll kick the bucket with one punch."
"The girl is mine, I will push her down to where she belongs." Izik cringed at that while Aleksi had to physically stop Smythe from wreaking havoc.
"Because they have been doing it for some time," Quinlan answered Izik. "They purposely don't fulfill the requirements to be a recognized guild instead, they'll just re-register over and over."
"Don't worry, they're all talk," Even Ryo who refused to say anything most of the time spoke. Kamikaze seemed to have built quite a reputation and it wasn't even a good one.
"I am not worried," Izik replied. They were all looking at the other guild who was sneering at them. They didn't even bother hiding the insulting way they looked down at the whole S.O.S. "But I'll be sure to enjoy shutting them up."
Kameron snorted at that, "I like what you just said. Let's fuck them up."
"A friendly reminder since Error is a fan of law and order, killing is illegal," Quinlan chuckled. Izik turned to the guy who only smiled at him.
"The night may be young but let's not waste our time!" the announcer said. It was like whatever word came out of his mouth, everyone was cheering like wild animals. "Let's start with our first match! Bring out the bowl!" A woman came in with what seemed to be a deep bowl. The announcer dipped his hand on the bowl, swirling it around, and picked a piece of paper. "For Kamikaze we have Ikram!"
The crowd roared with cheers as a man around 5'11 walked in the middle with one hand raised. Ikram has long black hair with white highlights that were tied on a high pony. He was also shirtless showing the numerous black band tattoos on both his arms and the huge scars that decorated his body. His face was riddled with facial hair that only accentuate his jaw. His sharp black eyes also matched his features really well. Izik eyed the Katana that was holstered on his back.
This guy, Izik thought as he activated Perspective, looked like a Hunter. It seemed like he embodied being a Hunter with his entire being.
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[ 👤PROFILE ]
[ Name: Ikram
Age: 28
Designation: Class B Hunter
Mana: 1802 / 2000
Level: 71 / 100 ]
[ Active Skills 🗡️ ] | [ Passive Skills 📜 ]
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Although, Izik expected him to look older than 28. Maybe the facial hair made him look older. Izik was honestly expecting him to be around 35.
Another woman came closer to the announcer with a different deep bowl. The announcer happily swirled his hand inside the bowl before pulling out a piece of paper. "Versus!" he shouted and somehow the crowd quieted down. "Season of the Storm's Kameron!"
Smythe winced, "What an awful match." Izik was about to get worried when Smythe followed it up with a giggle while Kameron rolled his eyes. "What? It's boring! Both of you are wind element users!"
"I think it will be plenty fun," Quinlan commented.
"You find everything fun," Smythe frowned.
"Do I?" Quinlan has that overly friendly smile of his on again.
"Yes," Surprisingly everyone in the guild replied, even Izik found himself saying yes.
"Anyway, Kameron, I'll give you 500 gold coins if you finish the match in 15 minutes!" Izik tried to keep his face blank. Glancing at Ikram and knowing his level, he doesn't really think that it will be that easy even when Kameron has a significantly higher level than the guy.
Izik then heard the other guild talk, "You better go easy on him he looked like he will run to his father and cry about being hurt." Was that already an insult? Izik just felt embarrassed for them.
"Ikram, finish it in one blow, we're all itching to fight!"
Ikram replied, "That's not how I work, I will enjoy making him cry." Izik briefly wondered if the same thing happens in the Hunter faction of Bizevau.
"Make that a thousand and I'll finish it in 10 minutes," Kameron began stretching. Lifting his arms in the air, he stretched as he walked in the middle of the open field. Kameron pulled his two metal fans off his holster. The two of them were almost the same height however the build of their bodies was totally different. While Kameron would be on the leaner side, Ikram was all muscles.
Maybe because Izik was new to all of this however he can't really imagine Kameron fighting with a metal fan against a katana.
Would he be fine?
Izik was surprised when he felt Smythe's hand smacking his back. "You look so worried," the lady stood next to him. "Relax, Error. Kameron is more experienced and capable than how he looks."
"I am not worried..." He lied. He wasn't that /worried/.
Smyth snorted, "Don't take your eyes off and you may learn a thing or two. That bitch won't go down easily."
"Alright! Alright!" the announcer happily broke the loud cheering of the crowd. "You all know the drill," he eyed Kameron and Ikram. "You win if, one, you successfully pin your opponent to the ground for 10 seconds. Two, you knock your opponent out. Three, if your opponent forfeit!" It sounded like every other brawl. Izik remembered reading something like this in Seasons of the Storms, that damn novel where their guild name was based of.
"Don't be shy, you can forfeit now," Ikram snorted as Kameron only raises an eye brow.
The announcer continued, "A point will be given to the guild of the winner! Try not to embarrass your guilds, Hunters!"
Ikram pulled his sword off its sheath, he spun it in his hand before stabbing the ground next to him. All the time he had this smug look on his face as if his victory was guaranteed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Kamikaze's Ikram," He raised his hand to point at Ikram. "Versus Seasons of the Storm's Kameron!" He raised the other hand to point at Kameron. "Let the battle begin!" Just like that he teleported outside what seemed to be the supposed battle field.
Ikram moved in a lightning speed. The sound of metal clashing against metal ring all over the place as Ikram continuously threw attacks on Kameron who effortlessly blocked it using his metal fans.
"Woah," Izik muttered under his breath as he noticed the way Kameron moved with grace. Every step, every move was like an intricate delicate dance. His footwork was incredible and so was the speed of his hand in using the fan as a defense against a sword.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Smythe smiled proudly, glancing at Izik on the corner of her eyes. "Kameron's mother is a performer. She was a beautiful and talented dancer who uses fans in her performances."