Chapter 62
Proctor Pov:
The Fight commenced as the boy across the arena form me dashed forwards. He had a good stance and posture and was holding the shield protecting the vitals. He is skilled, but can he move in time for this.
I dash beside him swinging my sword down towards his neck. I won't hit it, but I want to see how he will react to i—. I can't finish thinking as he blocks, from a weird angle at that.
He is facing upwards with only his toes on the ground keeping him up. Other wise he blocked it with sheer strength while keeping himself up in a impossible stance. This boy is not your average boy, he is even better than the last two.
I jump back as he twists swinging his sword. He twisted to his right pulling my sword away as he threw his own in at my feet. No average boy would think of that, in fact, no average man would. This kid is definitely C class for sure.
I use magic to strengthen my body and I dash faster than he can react. I hit his sword out of his hand, and follow up with a punch destroying the shield. Now this should be easier that he has no weap—. I can't think as I am punched, Hard, in the gut. What was with that insane power.
The punch threw me up in the air by a foot and I jump back, dampening the blow. This kid might as well be a B class adventurer, but I will call it there as he is to go—. Again I can't think as he appears before me going for my throat.
"Stop," I say ending the match before he can grab my throat. "C class," I say surprising everyone as the boy heads back to his seat. What kind of insane training would be required for that type of skill. I look at where he goes and see the prince who I tested earlier, and the princess, and two others.
From the looks of things he is the older brother of the two. I finish up the last examination of the day, which is Henry and go to report to the guild master. But as I do, the young boy who was with the royals comes up to me. "Can we spar?," He asks with a smile.
"How old are you, you can't unless you are ten. Wait till then to take the tests," I tell him wanting to finish this up and report.
"Just let him, he is better than you may think. You know why all the nobles are gathering, don't you want to test out one of the kids who did that," Theo calls out. Wait, that would explain that other kids power, but if this is the younger brother it might be easier.
"Fine, how old are you?," I ask so I can adjust properly.
"I am turning eight later this month," He says. Well then he can't use magic yet.
"What type of fighting are you up for?," I ask him and he thinks for a second. Looking closer he has Dirty-blonde hair, wolf ears, a fluffy tail, dark green eyes, and is around 52 inches tall.
"Brawling or swordsmanship, you choose," He says with a smile on his face. Man why does that smile creep me out so much?
"Then Swordsmanship it is then, I trust you have your own sword?," I ask him. I look and notice that he does, it is concealed under his shirt.
"Yeah, this is a old family sword," He says pulling it out. But the engraving on it, where did he get that type of sword, the style of it means it is ancient. But the runes on it show it to be a mithril sword, when did his family get that. Wait, it was probably a gift from royalty.
"Then we will start in a bit, I have to report to the Guild master first," I say leaving to get him as the boy responds.
"Alright, we will be waiting here," he yells. Man, he might be worse than that Audrin boy.
I head through the guild arriving at the Guild Masters. He was a former AAA class adventurer, but he retired. I knock and he responds, "Enter." So I enter.
"How were the tests?," He asks seeing that it was me.
"Ok, but there were a few irregulars," I tell him.
"Oh, who?," He asks me back.
"Well, there is a total of three C class's today, one of which, is a child. He was the one to save the prince and Princess. Then you had a cocky bastard who thought he could be C class. Then you had the prince who was mediocre in his fighting. An now the younger brother of one of the tested asked for a mock battle. An the prince backed him up," I finish.
"Was this boy perhaps around 62 inches, Dirty-blonde hair, Dark green eyes, Wolf ears and tail down to his ankles, and had a mithril sword?," The guild master asks, describing him perfectly.
"Yes, how did you know?," I ask curious.
"You shall see, now lets go and do this Mock Battle, where you lose in any time!," He says laughing.
"What do you mean, it is impossible for a child, almost eight years old, to beat an adventurer of my class. He can't even use magic so the sword is only good for it's durability," I tell him thinking back.
"Let's see just how well that holds up, shall we," He says as we enter the arena.
"What the Kimer!," I yell at what I see. Sure the boy was in the ring sitting down, but the stands were full of people. The GM is laughing so I ask, "What is so Funny?!"
"Well, we kinda decided to make it an event. People wanted to see the power of the one who saved the Prince and Princess from a monster flood. So there are a lot of commoners and nobles here. Also, no need to go easy on him," The GM says as he goes up to the stands.
Why the Gridef did this happen!