Confronting their insolence regardless of their status and how strict the law was, Mika's sense of justice kicked in with burning flames, fuming by their immoral actions. No hesitation nor words would stop Mika.
The young noblemen were typically dressed in attire that reflected their high social status and wealth. They often wore finely tailored suits in classic colors such as black and white accessorized with jewels and watches, which exuded a sense of sophistication and elegance. These suits were likely made from high-quality fabrics and tailored to fit the noblemen's bodies perfectly, emphasizing their stature and refinement.
Luxurious as it may be, their heart were as rotten as dung.
"You wanna piece of us, punk!?" The aura emanating from them was as menacing as their gaze, giving everyone a fright to their skin except Sougo and Mika.
"Bring it!" Mika challenged.
The masses stood petrified in shock, their jaws agape, as they watch Mika's stubbornness in the face of a noble. They were powerless to do anything about it, and thus could only bear witness to the unfolding drama with bated breath and wide eyes.
"Let's take this outside, shall we? Let's see how many bruises you get from this." Mika derisively taunted his opponents with an arrogant smirk, as if facing them required no effort whatsoever.
The three, cowed by Mika's bravado, acquiesced to his challenge and took their quarrel outside, agreeing to make Mika's requested place as the site of his impending funeral.
Confronted with calmness in Mika's heart and without the aid of Sougo, Mika exhibited remarkable courage.
Despite his admirable bravery, the two young noblemen recognized his stupidity and forthrightness in seeking a swift death. Nevertheless, Mika chuckled at their unwitting self-reference.
"Heh, don't be so cocky! You'll regret ever challenging us, you won't escape your fated death!" One of the young noblemen began to boast of their honed powers, yet nary a marvel did Mika discern. Merely a Syyon, whom Mika beheld each morning, albeit their magic aptitude displayed some promise, Mika remained unimpressed.
Though they were lauded as extraordinary, in Mika's estimation, they were but feline creatures with mere talons.
"See this fancy magic hourglass? This thing gives us elemental powers, so you're screwed for life!" One of the cocky young noblemen showed their achievement in having a Syyon, calling them "fancy magic hourglass".
"Those are called Syyons, dumbasses!"
"Y'know what? Let's get this over with!" Mika stepped forward. "I know that Syyons aren't something you see every day, but trust me, you won't be able to touch me even with that so-called "Fancy magic hourglass". Only a scratch, maybe?" Talking in a scornful way, Mika did not care about their Syyons or praiseworthy powers.
"You asked for it!" One of the aristocrats commenced the exhibition of their vexation towards Mika, as evidenced by the conspicuous bulging of veins upon their forehead. "Don't forget, this is your call, peasant!"
However, with a gleeful face, one of the young noblemen advanced toward the scene and extended his open palm, causing water to flow in a fluidic stream around it. As the aqueous mass continued to amass, it gradually metamorphosed into the form of a dragon, an impressive sight to behold.
"Prepare to meet your end, peasant!"
With a forceful throw, the dragon was launched forward and swiftly targeted Mika with lethal intent. Nevertheless, Mika skillfully reversed the situation and redirected the dragon toward the nobles without any physical movement.
"H-How?" Employing a spell that typically affects water, Mika surprisingly found the dragon to be susceptible and easily manipulated, prompting a raised eyebrow in astonishment at their vaunted claims which turned out to be nothing more than hyperbole.
"My turn!" As the battle recommenced, a different noble charged toward Mika wielding a dagger made of ice, intent on taking his life. "What the?" However, despite their previous failure in unleashing the water dragon, this young nobleman failed to comprehend the reasons for their defeat.
Mika effortlessly disarmed and incapacitated the attacker using just his bare hands and pinning him down. "You slippery little rat!" Reacted with anger and disbelief, he couldn't move a single inch.
"See? Not so cocky now, huh?" Mika replied with a hint of mockery in his voice, defeating the nobleman without even exerting much effort.
"Oh yeah, I thought I should tell you this, mister Sougo. This is what magic craftsmanship is. With creative imagination, you can create pretty much anything. With limits of course." Care nothing about the fight, Mika preferred explaining magic craftsmanship.
Magic craftsmanship were a form of technique that consist of creativity. With strong imagination and magic control, making any weapon or things made out of magic would be a cinch.
The one wielded the ice sword and the other young nobleman controlled a creature conjured by magic. This technique were exactly the same as creative imagination, launching a dragon-like strike and a sword made out of magic.
However, despite its apparent simplicity, comparing the potency of their magical creations to those that were enchanted after being physically crafted revealed that the latter possess significantly greater power.
"Eyes on me, peasant!" The last young nobleman to defeat came to his friend's aid by invoking a tiger-shaped apparition made of water, and charged forward to rescue him from Mika's grasp.
However, Mika was quick to evade the attack and instead positioned the noble in the path of the tiger, using him as a shield. Despite this, the tiger demonstrated its intelligence by altering its course and approaching Mika from behind, where it clawed at his back, inflicting severe injuries.
"Hahahaha! How'd you like that!?" Rejoiced in joy after his victorious attempt to hit Mika, the young nobleman laughed.
Fortunately, Mika did see this through. He cloned himself as they weren't looking, deceiving them into thinking he had been hit. As the clone was struck, it unleashed a terrifying surge of electricity, delivering a painful shock that left the poor young nobleman incapacitated and humiliated.
"Now, what should I do with you? Electrocution can be an option, but that's far quicker than humiliation." Mika planned to humiliate them even further but didn't seem to pay any mind about electrocuting them either.
The young noblemen were finally in fright of Mika's amazing power, this was the moment they knew they were no match. However, their pride wouldn't accept defeat.
"What's wrong? You looked hesitant at the moment. Why? Is it because I'm just a mere peasant who's much stronger than you, Is that it? Even peasants have what it takes to beat you dolts." Mika smirked while he humiliate them, unconcerned by their pride.
"Why you... Know your place, peasant!" The young nobleman was so furious that he charged his magic aura with maximum output, seeking Mika's lifeless body.
"Enough!" From atop a lofty perch, a hooded figure shrouded by the glare of the sun let out a loud shout, commanding them both to desist in their bloodthirsty pursuits.
His face remained hidden, yet his imposing stance conveyed an air of authority that none dared challenge.
"You?" The young nobleman, seeming to recognize the enigmatic interloper, heeded his stern admonitions, bringing an end to the fight. Though defeated, he refused to accept it, instead helping his fallen friend to his feet.
"You've won this time, but the next we meet shall be your doom!" The young nobleman vowed. "Your death will be painfully slow, know that!"
"Hey! We're not done here!" With no intention of stopping, Mika strode towards the haughty young nobleman, ignoring the stranger's orders to stand down and renounce the impending brawl.
But, from beneath the ground smeared in shadows, the stranger emerged and stopped Mika in his tracks.
"One more step and I have no choice locking you up." The stranger interrupted Mika's progress by restraining him with several shadowy chains.
"Huh?" Mika recognized that the stranger giving the orders was none other than the young man he had previously encountered when before traveling to the Salanka River. "Wait... You're..." Mika finally recognized him.
"You're that stranger from before... And these chains... You're a..." Mika got a glance of a glowing hourglass that shone vivid dark-purple. "A Syyon user too?" Mika looked impressed at how strong the chains were and it wasn't easy to get free from them.
"Silence," The stranger hushed. "This place isn't fit for discussing such matters." The stranger whispered then shrouded the ground with his shadows, swallowing Mika, Sougo, and Luna deep inside.