Ahiro awoke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of his dorm room. Today was the day he had been both eagerly anticipating and subconsciously dreading - the day of his first official match at Valorius Academy. He allowed himself a moment to stretch and collect his thoughts before rising from his bed. The digital clock on his bedside table reminded him that the match was scheduled for today.
Opening his Holoscreen on watch he checked his schedule to see his match was on the third batch of the day, precisely at 11:30. A notification blinked on his holo-screen, instructing him to be present in the waiting stands 15 minutes prior to his match.
Ahiro quickly got up to freshen up and after that wore some comfortable training clothes. After he was done with his daily chores he headed to the gym, as he had decided to do a moderate warm-up routine to prime his body for the challenges ahead. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps on the treadmill and the metallic clinks of weights provided a familiar comfort, grounding him in the discipline he had honed over the weeks.
After the invigorating workout, Ahiro headed to the academy's dining hall for a wholesome and energizing meal. He ordered a combination of oats, boiled eggs and salad along with fruit juice to have a properly balanced meal for a healthy start to the day.
Done with the meal Ahiro made his way towards the arena. Unlike the other spectators who would witness the matches from stands, he, as a participant, had a different entry route. Ahiro approached the competitor's entrance, where he scanned his smart-band for access. The door slid open, granting him entry into the inner sanctum of the arena.
Inside, a hovering drone guided him towards a designated changing room. Following the drone. Ahiro found himself surrounded by various uniforms, some lightweight while others looked a little more sturdy and heavy, but each was meticulously designed to provide protection. After changing into the snug-fitting attire, he was ready for the match.
As he sat on the chairs in the waiting area, he decided to check about the uniform he was wearing. He found the uniform not only shielded him from external impacts but also held the ability to detect any internal injuries. A network of sensors embedded within the material would relay real-time data to the arena's medical system, ensuring the safety of the participants. Ahiro appreciated the balance between tradition and technology that Valorius Academy maintained.
The countdown to his match had begun Ahiro took a deep breath, centring himself on the challenge ahead. As the appointed time drew near, Ahiro found himself in the buzzing atmosphere of the waiting room. A digital display mounted on the wall indicated the upcoming matches, and soon, Ahiro's name illuminated the screen.
With a final deep breath, Ahiro left the waiting room along with his fellow competitors. The journey to the arena felt like a pilgrimage, the steps echoing the weight of expectations and aspirations.
Ahiro took his designated position, in arena 3, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The crowd in the stands was a distant murmur, drowned by the focused beating of his own heart. he could see his friends that were cheering for him, he waved back at them to show his appreciation.
Ahiro's opponent also stepped up in the arena, he knew his opponent as his fellow classmate Hector. He was also well aware of the formidable ability at Hector's disposal - <
The announcement reverberated through the arena, instructing the contenders to prepare their abilities. Ahiro's mind raced with strategies, considering every possible move and countermove. He initiated the process, summoning his awakened powers. In his right hand materialized a one-handed shield, and with a practised motion, he employed augmentation to adjust its size, creating a balanced and wieldy defence that was not only light in weight but strong in defence.
His left hand grasped a spear, a weapon he had honed proficiency in during the academy's training sessions. Ahiro's stance exuded readiness, a fusion of defence and offence poised for action.
Across the arena, Hector's transformation began, bones emerging from his body like an ethereal exoskeleton. Bones erupted from his forearms, elongating into razor-sharp claws. Spikes adorned his hands, giving an ominous edge to his combat stance.
As the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, signalling the start of the match, Hector wasted no time. He lunged forward, his movements swift and unpredictable. The bone claws extended, creating a deadly array of offensive possibilities. Ahiro swiftly raised his shield, relying on his <
Hector's attacks were relentless, a flurry of strikes that showcased the versatility of his <
The crowd, caught in the intensity of the clash, watched as Hector's bone formations overwhelmed Ahiro's initial defences. Ahiro, while proficient in both offence and defence, found himself pressured by the relentless assault. Hector's agile manoeuvres and the ever-changing nature of his bone armour made predicting his attacks a daunting task.
A particularly swift motion from Hector left Ahiro momentarily off-balance, and in that split second, Hector exploited the opening. Spikes extended into serrated blades, aiming for Ahiro's flank. Ahiro, quick on his feet, managed to evade the brunt of the attack, but a grazing blow left a cut on his arm breaching his uniform defence causing him to bleed.
The clash seemed to belong to Hector, his <