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The northern shore of Venichian
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"…"
Of course, the school prepared a stopping point before reaching the actual dungeon. It was further down south. So, they settled in the coastal town for 1 day, before continuing on a separate form of transportation.
Julian leaned on the fence, staring aimlessly into the ocean. The ocean was so familiar to him. The land, as well. So many tragic things occurred to Julian here.
But strange enough, he felt some sort of odd comfort. A feeling of familiarity.
"Your name… it's Julian, right?" a voice, belonging to one of his classmates, asked him.
Julian turned around. It was Jurizah, the one on his team.
"Yeah… You're, Jurizah, right?"
"Yeah. Everyone's sparring. They told me to get everyone. I'll show you where it is."
"Oh… Okay."
They began walking.
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There was a huge grassy field, in which all the students circled. In the middle of the field, two students stood there.
It was Gervem and Arum.
"Who do you think's gonna win?"
"In a fight like this, definitely Gervem."
"Arum's more skilled with the sword, no?"
"We're forgetting that he's still extremely skilled with combat in general!"
The crowd murmured on and on.
"3… 2… 1… Go!"
Arum and Gervem raised their hands.
Swsh!
A gust of wind blew through the entire field. Gervem and Arum dashed at each other, reaching in the middle.
Instead of clashing straight ahead, Arum moved with the moment, redirecting Gervem.
"Ack!"
Of course, Arum was aware of Gervem's uncanny strength.
Gervem got up.
Crsh!
Another leap.
Instead of redirecting, Arum dodged, jumping up to avoid the attack.
Gervem crashed into the ground.
"Wow! Arum is making Gervem look so sluggish!"
Arum landed down, slamming the bottom of his foot into the top of Gervems head.
The clear victor of this battle was Arum.