The training grounds were a fusion of anticipation and excitement, the air charged with palpable energy as representatives from various academies gathered to witness a spectacle.
At one end stood Bennet, his white hair reflecting the sunlight like a beacon, across from Bennet stood Hugo, and his practice sword was unlike any other, enveloped in flickering flames that danced and swirled along its blade.
The audience, a mix of academy representatives and townsfolks whispered in awe at the sight.
Bennet's eyes shimmered with focus as he tapped into his unique ability, invoking the power of haste. His movements became a blur as he closed the distance between himself and Hugo with astonishing speed. His metal-training sword shimmered with each strike, a testament to the swiftness of his attacks.
Hugo's fire-infused sword glowed with a fiery intensity, his gaze unwavering as he faced Bennet's oncoming onslaught. The clash was explosive, metal meeting flames with a symphony of sparks and crackling energy. The representatives leaned in, their eyes glued to the unfolding display of skill and mastery.
Bennet's rapid strikes were met with Hugo's calculated parries, the flames licking at the metal with each collision. The intensity of their duel was a testament to their dedication and friendship. The arena was a canvas of strategy and spectacle as the two combatants weaved intricate patterns of attack and defense.
As the duel progressed, it became clear that Bennet's strategy went beyond mere speed. His movements were calculated, and his strikes carefully aimed to disrupt Hugo's rhythm. He ducked and weaved, exploiting openings in Hugo's defenses. The crowd marveled at his ability to assess the situation on the fly and adjust his tactics accordingly.
Hugo, undeterred by Bennet's swift assaults, used his fire sword with precision. He channeled the flames to his advantage, forcing Bennet to adapt to the changing dynamics of the duel.
"Your flames, it seems stronger than usual, no?" Bennet smiled as if taunting his brother.
"It's not too late to give up, brother" Hugo winked.
As the duel neared its climax, a collective hush fell over the audience Flames soared and clashed with metal, their dance an embodiment of the skills and determination each warrior possessed. In a final, calculated maneuver, Bennet feigned a straightforward strike only to swiftly change his angle, catching Hugo off guard. His metal sword connected with Hugo's, sending a shockwave through the arena.
"Checkmate" Bennet this time winked at Hugo.
Hugo's fire sword faltered, the flames dimming as his weapon fell from his grasp. The duel was over. The representatives erupted into applause, acknowledging not only his speed but also his strategic brilliance. As Bennet extended a hand to help Hugo to his feet, a genuine smile passed between them—a testament to their unbreakable bond.
Amid the fading echoes of the duel's intensity, the atmosphere shifted as the spectators turned their attention to the figure of Albert, standing with an air of quiet authority. His presence commanded respect, and as the representatives of the academies gathered around, a sense of anticipation settled in the air.
Albert's voice, steady and resonant, cut through the silence.
"Esteemed representatives, I extend my heartfelt gratitude to each of you for being here today to witness this remarkable display of skill and camaraderie." His gaze swept across the assembled dignitaries, acknowledging their roles in this pivotal moment.
"Bennet and Hugo have shown themselves to be exceptional young warriors, each with their unique talents and strengths." His eyes briefly flickered to where the two boys stood.
"I assure you that we, as a family, hold the utmost respect for the academies represented here," Albert stated, his tone sincere.
"In the coming days, after thoughtful consideration, Bennet and Hugo will deliberate on the paths set before them." His gaze shifted to his sons, a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes.
"We understand the significance of the decision ahead," Albert concluded. "Your patience as they choose the academy that resonates most with their aspirations is greatly appreciated."
With a nod of gratitude to the representatives, Albert's words hung in the air, a promise that the forthcoming choice would be made with care and consideration.
The representatives exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging the weight of the moment and the family's commitment to this important decision. One by one, the representatives turned and began to make their way back to their esteemed academies, leaving the training grounds.
Alone now, the three stood looking at each other with smiles on their faces, a unit facing a decision that would chart the course of their future.
Albert's gaze shifted from one son to the other, his expression a mix of pride, concern, and unwavering support. His question hung in the air, a pivotal inquiry that would set their paths in motion.
"So, which academy will you choose?"
A reflective silence settled, the weight of the decision felt by each member of the family. In the stillness, the brothers exchanged another look, a testament to the unspoken understanding between them.
Finally, Bennet stepped forward, his gaze steady as he met his father's eyes.
"We've discussed this, and we've come to a decision." His voice carried a sense of resolution.
Hugo nodded in agreement, his presence beside his brother reinforcing their unity.
Albert's expression softened, a mixture of pride and reassurance evident as he listened to his son's words. At that moment, he knew that they were ready to embrace their futures, guided by their own aspirations and the values instilled within them.
"We've chosen to join the Echelon Academy," Bennet answered.
I'm happy to hear that you've chosen to join the Echelon Academy," Albert answered, a warmth in his tone that reflected his pride in his son's decision.
Out of curiosity, Bennet's voice broke the momentary silence, seeking to understand more about his father's own past.
"Father, to which academy did you join when you were younger?"
Albert's eyes took on a distant gaze as if he were momentarily transported back to his own youth.
"I didn't join any academy," he replied with a touch of nostalgia. "Our ways were somewhat tribal and barbaric."
Hugo, who was hearing this for the first time, leaned in with evident interest, his curiosity piqued by the revelation.
"You see, the children from the Country of Alfiro—across the ocean, far in the north—followed a different path. We were raised in a land where survival and strength were paramount." His words carried a weight that spoke of the challenges and traditions he had once known.
"In Alfiro, our youth were dispatched to the frontier of the beastlands. It was in that rugged domain that we were tasked with acquiring combat skills, safeguarding the border, and maturing into accomplished warriors." Albert continued.
Hugo's eyes widened with intrigue, his imagination painting vivid images of a rugged land where bravery and survival were essential companions. It was a stark contrast to the academies that had just been discussed, and yet, in Albert's words, there was a sense of honor and tradition that was undeniable.
Albert shifted his gaze back to his sons, his voice a blend of wisdom and wistfulness. "Our path diverged due to the trials of our surroundings, and that divergence made us harder than the average warriors."
"But times change, and opportunities arise for each generation to follow their own path."
"We'll provide our answer to the Echelon Academy, and come next year, both of you will be joining them," Albert announced, a broad grin lighting up his face.