Holy Sword Tournament Arc
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(POV: Akashic Records)
Jericho confidently strode into the arena, glancing up at the bleachers to see Genevieve and Garret waving and cheering him on.
"You can do it, Brother Jer!" (Genevieve)
"Go for the win, Prince Jericho!" (Garret)
With his impressive Rank B [Sword Mastery] and Rank C [Magic Sword Mastery], he had reason to feel confident.
"(I'm sure I can win this... if I at least get into the main elimination round then maybe I'll be able to show father that I'm more suited for a Margrave than a Duke. C'mon Vesis and Royce, don't fail me now..)"
Vesis and Royce... the names Jericho gave his biceps.
He grinned and drew his sword, a normal one rather than a magic sword, and adjusted his radiant high-grade armor.
As he awaited his opponent, the coliseum grew quiet.
Suddenly, a figure strode onto the arena with echoes following every step.
