The arena was down to its final fragments, a battlefield worn thin by magic and steel. Through the monitors, spectators watched with bated breath as the last pairs clashed in desperate bids for victory. The air crackled with spent magic and echoed with the song of clashing blades.
Kazuki stood motionless in the arena's heart, his presence alone creating a dead zone no one dared breach. Nearby, Liene lay still, her usual playful demeanor stripped away as she fought against her own body's urge to give in. Her fingers dug into the ground, refusing the teleporter's pull.
A whisper of movement was all that betrayed the attack. Kazuki's body tilted at an impossible angle, the scythe's edge passing through empty air where his neck had been a fraction of a second before. Takumi twisted through the space behind him, his free hand already in motion.
"Time for some fireworks." The metallic spheres spun through the air, Takumi's trademark smirk playing across his face. The explosion that followed painted the arena in harsh light, scattering both fighters. Kazuki's blade carved a furrow in the ground as he controlled his slide, while Takumi landed with theatrical precision.
"Still playing the strong, silent type? Boring." Takumi kept his scythe low, the casual drawl masking his razor-sharp focus. The only response was the slight shift of Kazuki's grip on his sword.
A few yards away, Claire struggled against the paralysis gripping her body. "I-I can't..." she whispered, frustration coloring her cheeks as another jolt of electricity made her muscles seize. The memory of her fight burned fresh – how naturally she had moved, her blade singing through the air with unexpected grace, until that final moment when Takumi's device found its mark. Now she could only watch, amber eyes wide, as the two fighters exploded into motion.
Blades met in a storm of strikes, each movement flowing into the next. Takumi's scythe whirled like quicksilver, seeking openings. He leapt backward, producing a triangular device from his pouch. "Let's spice things up, shall we?" The device left his fingers in a practiced throw, his confident smirk never wavering.
Kazuki's only response was the whisper of steel as he adjusted his stance.
The arena was down to its final fragments, a battlefield worn thin by magic and steel. Through the monitors, spectators watched with bated breath as the last pairs clashed in desperate bids for victory. The air crackled with spent magic and echoed with the song of clashing blades.
On the ground, Claire's face blazed red at Takumi's words. "T-that's not..." she stammered, but found herself transfixed by the battle unfolding above.
The device burst with controlled force, launching Takumi skyward. He twisted through the air, scythe raised high, channeling the momentum into a crushing overhead strike.
Kazuki met the attack with characteristic efficiency, angling his blade to intercept. His gloved hand braced against the flat of his sword as Takumi's scythe crashed down with thunderous force. The impact rippled through the air, but Kazuki stood unmoved, face betraying nothing.
"Not bad." Takumi used the clash to pivot, whirling behind Kazuki in one fluid motion. His scythe carved a deadly arc, but Kazuki was already turning, deflecting the strike. The force sent him sliding back into a low crouch, head tilted slightly.
Before Takumi could press forward, Kazuki surged into motion. His blade flashed out, but as Takumi moved to block, Kazuki vaulted over him with liquid grace. Mid-flip, he twisted, bringing his sword up in a devastating strike that caught Takumi's back.
The blow disrupted Takumi's protective mana flow. His teeth flashed in momentary frustration before his signature smirk returned. "Clever." He spun, revealing a larger device in his palm. "Try this on for size."
The explosion that followed rocked the arena, sending smoke and fire billowing skyward. As the dust settled, Takumi burst through, launching straight into another exchange.
Their weapons sang as they met again and again. Kazuki moved with measured precision, weaving through Takumi's assault as the scythe switched hands with deadly fluidity, each strike gouging the arena floor.
Kazuki evaded with calculated efficiency, springing back in a graceful arc before launching skyward. He landed briefly before charging in, blade flashing. Takumi caught the strike, using his scythe's curve to drive both weapons down. He followed with a sharp kick that Kazuki barely avoided.
They broke apart, retrieving their weapons in mirror movements. Takumi spun his scythe with practiced flair, gripping it two-handed for a precise strike. Kazuki parried cleanly, their blades locking before the force drove them apart.
As they reset, their stances told their story. Takumi stood tall, scythe resting casually on his shoulder, orange hair falling across his confident smirk. Kazuki remained low, sword perfectly angled, his expression unchanging as he studied his opponent with laser focus.
Claire and Liene watched from the ground, spellbound. Liene's earlier frustration had given way to grudging admiration, while Claire's fingers twisted anxiously in the dirt.
"Ready for the main event?" Takumi's eyes gleamed with challenge.
Kazuki's only response was a slight nod. "Mmmhmmm."
With that, they charged. Mana surged through their weapons, edges blazing with light as the arena crackled with tension. Their forms blurred with impossible speed, each movement a deadly dance as they prepared to unleash their Stellar Skills. From the ground, Liene and Claire watched with wide eyes as the titans rushed toward their final clash.
Then everything stopped. Not slowed—stopped. As if time itself had frozen, leaving them trapped mid-motion, only their eyes free to dart around in confusion. Claire lay paralyzed on the ground, her puzzled gaze darting between the combatants. Kazuki remained expressionless even frozen mid-sprint, while shock painted both Takumi and Liene's faces.
A sharp beep pierced the silence. Two words echoed through every student's mind: Time's up. Claire blinked, relief washing over her as she noticed the timer above displaying 00:00. In an instant, everyone vanished from the arena, reappearing in the bleachers amid a wave of collective gasps.
The stadium erupted with a mix of cheers, groans, and excited chatter about the battles. Claire, now back in her seat, jolted upright with a start as energy coursed through her body. Her hands flew to where her injuries had been, finding only smooth skin. Around her, others were making similar discoveries as their wounds vanished.
"W-what just—?" Claire squeaked, looking around frantically.
The battle-scarred arena dissolved into gray particles, reforming into its pristine state. Their instructor Darui materialized in the center, microphone in hand. The chatter died down as all eyes turned to him. Claire glanced at Takumi and Liene, both slumped in their seats despite their restored bodies, exchanging exhausted looks before turning away. Nearby, she spotted Rose—whom she hadn't seen since the battles began—face buried in her hands with a frustrated groan.
A small laugh escaped Claire as she shook her head, attention returning to Darui.
"Ahem, quite the show you all put on... Had me on the edge of my seat," Darui announced, pride warming his voice between light chuckles. "Though I'll admit, that ending left me wanting more. But consider this a taste of what's coming. These battles? Just the beginning. Brace yourselves—greater challenges lie ahead. For now, class dismissed. Rest up, both body and mind. I expect great things from each of you."
As Darui's words faded with his vanishing form, Claire sat processing while students filed out. Movement caught her eye—Kazuki, silent as a shadow, making his exit. Something about his otherworldly calm held her gaze as she recalled his fights with Liene and Takumi.
"If you're done staring, some of us are leaving." Takumi's voice cut through her thoughts, thick with amusement.
"I-I wasn't—!" Claire's head snapped up, face flushing as she tugged her cloak tighter, drawing a wider smirk from Takumi.
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She shook her head, trying to clear away the embarrassment, when she spotted Takumi lounging against the railing by the stairs. Rose stood next to him, radiating her usual cheerfulness as she waved enthusiastically at Claire. Liene hung back slightly, her gaze distant. They were all waiting, ready to leave. Claire's eyes widened in panic as they started down the stairs without her.
"W-wait up, capisce!" Claire stumbled after them, nearly tripping over her own feet. She caught up, doubling over to catch her breath. "You could've... you could've waited!"
"But Claire," Rose's eyes sparkled with mischief, "you seemed so... preoccupied with your observations." She extended a helping hand, barely containing her giggles.
Claire straightened up, attempting to look stern despite her flushed cheeks. "Oh y-yeah? And where exactly were you during all the fighting, hm?" Her attempt at authority was somewhat undermined by the slight quiver in her voice.
"Oh! Would you look at that..." Rose's grin turned sheepish as she clasped her hands under her chin. "Hey, but congratulations! You guys lasted until the very end! That's pretty amazing!"
"You're just trying to change the subject, capisce!" Claire said, finding her footing with a small victorious smile. For once, she had the upper hand in their banter.
Takumi watched from above, absently running a hand through his messy orange hair. His sharp eyes caught Liene's distant stare behind him, still processing the aftermath of the battles that had left the arena dissolving into gray particles. He nudged her with his elbow, drawing a startled yelp.
Liene blinked, meeting Takumi's knowing look and slight nod toward the scene below. Her usual composed smile returned, though something felt off about it.
"Missing some prime teasing opportunities down there. Not like you," Takumi remarked, his tone casual as he studied her from the corner of his eye.
"Oh? And what makes you say that?" Liene's voice was soft, carrying an unfamiliar edge.
"Come on," Takumi leaned back, arms crossed. "Three perfect setups, and you haven't taken a single shot. That fight's still eating at you, isn't it?"
"My, aren't you observant today?" Her voice lilted upward, almost challenging.
"Just calling it like I see it." He shrugged. "Plus, you've been spacing out since we got back."
Liene's gaze dropped slightly. "Just tired, that's all..." The words seemed meant more for herself than him.
"Sure you are." Takumi's smirk softened. "Look, I could totally use this as payback for all your teasing, but I'm feeling generous. You get a pass—for now." He rolled his shoulders. "We should probably wrap this up soon though."
They both turned their attention back to the bleachers below, where Claire stood with all the authority she could muster while Rose fidgeted under her interrogation. The restored arena gleamed behind them, no trace remaining of the intense battles that had just unfolded.
"I-I was just on the other side of the arena!" Rose protested, her usual confidence crumbling.
"Then why didn't anyone see you during the collapse, capisce?" Claire pressed, surprising herself with her own boldness.
"Fine!" Rose threw her hands up in defeat. "I got launched out of the barrier right at the start, okay? One hit and—poof!—I was done! Happy now?"
Claire's giggles broke the tension, and Rose's embarrassment gradually melted into laughter of her own.
The morning slipped away, the clock striking 11:30 AM as the lunch bell echoed through the halls. Students flooded the corridors in both directions, some diving into lockers, others clustering in groups, but a common thread of exhausted groans hung in the air.
Claire and Rose stumbled out of History class, leaning on each other for support.
"Don't forget to review today's material and complete the questions on page 17. I expect those papers tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch," Mr. Renji's voice carried after the departing students.
Twin groans escaped Claire and Rose at their teacher's reminder. Before they could properly express their dismay, a shimmer of light enveloped Mr. Renji. With a soft whoosh, his form dissolved into wind, leaving only rustling papers on his desk as evidence he'd been there at all.
"Talk about a mood killer after all that fighting," Rose drawled, slumping harder against Claire. "What's even the point of sitting through that?"
"I know..." Claire sighed, adjusting to support Rose's weight. "N-no disrespect to Mr. Renji, but..." She let out another heavy breath. "Even the history of Stracia could be interesting if it wasn't delivered like a—like a bedtime story, capisce?!"
Claire slumped against her locker, the morning's History class weighing on her mind. She could still feel the dull ache of boredom—her notebook filled with absent scribbles as she'd fought to keep her eyes open.
Mr. Renji's monotone had droned endlessly about the Treaty of Unity, something about Seven Celestial Territories and trade agreements. Even the creation of the Stellar Chronos calendar hadn't sparked her interest. The bits about Chancellor Lothar and his enchanted quill had barely registered as her mind drifted further away.
"I-I think the only thing I actually remember is wanting it to end," Rose groaned, her sudden outburst jolting Claire from her thoughts.
Claire fumbled with her locker key, carefully working it into the lock. Rose slumped dramatically against the neighboring locker, letting out an exaggerated sigh. Claire focused on organizing her books, the familiar routine helping to ground her scattered thoughts.
She was reaching for her last notebook when movement caught her eye—Takumi walking past with his usual calculated swagger, following Liene who strode ahead with uncharacteristic intensity, her usual playful demeanor notably absent.
Rose watched them pass, her perpetual energy dimming. She turned to Claire, genuine concern replacing her usual bright expression.
"Hey..." Rose's voice dropped to a whisper. "About Liene..."
A throat-clearing interrupted them as another student reached for the locker Rose was blocking.
"Ah! My bad!" Rose jumped aside, face flushing.
Claire glanced at her friend, noting the worry Rose was trying to hide behind her embarrassed smile. "Y-yeah, I noticed too..." she managed, closing her locker with trembling fingers as a thought flickered through her mind. "Ever since that fight, she's been... different. I-I mean, I understand why, but still..."
Rose hugged herself, stealing another glance at Liene's retreating form. "She just seems... not Liene, you know?"
Claire's fingers traced the edge of her locker door, caught between wanting to voice her agreement and her usual hesitation. She managed a small nod, her expression flickering with unspoken thoughts.
Meanwhile, Takumi closed the gap to Liene with an easy stride, noting how her blue hair swayed with her unusually quick pace. He fell in beside her, hands clasped behind his head, wearing his signature smirk.
Liene's eyes flicked toward him, her usual playful demeanor replaced by thinly veiled irritation.
"Going somewhere?" Takumi's head tilted slightly.
"Nothing that concerns you. Mind not following me, boy?" Her voice was soft but carried an edge.
"Sure, right after you stop walking like you're racing an invisible opponent." His smirk widened. "What's with the storm cloud attitude? Secret mission I should know about?"
A stray shard of ice whizzed past them—some student's miscast spell—forcing them to pause briefly before continuing as if nothing had happened.
Liene's eyes narrowed. "The only thing I'm avoiding is that oversized ego of yours. It practically needs its own classroom." The words lacked her usual playful bite.
"Ouch. Points for trying." Takumi's eyebrow arched. "But you're definitely off your game, Blue. Usually, you'd have me reconsidering my life choices by now. Then again, we all lose our edge sometime... yours just happened to come early."
Liene quickened her pace without responding, but Takumi matched her stride. His mind drifted back to their history lesson. Despite his usual disinterest, something about it nagged at him.
He studied Liene's profile with mild curiosity. She was usually the first to engage with lessons like that, yet here she was, lost in thought, barely acknowledging the world around her. A frown creased his features.
For a moment, an image flickered through his mind—standing at the base of grand stairs, reaching toward something just out of view. Ornate surroundings blurred at the edges, figures moving in a world that felt just out of reach. The memory slipped away as quickly as it came, leaving only a strange sense of distance. He shook it off, focusing back on Liene's unusually rigid posture.
Meanwhile, Claire walked beside Rose toward the cafeteria, fidgeting with her uniform's sleeve. "R-right, and then what happ—" Her words trailed off as her attention caught on movement down an empty corridor—a familiar black-clad figure vanishing around the corner. Her heart did a little jump as curiosity tugged at her.
"And then I was like, what's even the point if he's gonna show off like that?" Rose laughed, gesturing wildly. "Oh! Did I tell you about that time during practice when—"
"Uh-huh, that's really... um, interesting... capisce?" Claire mumbled distractedly, already drifting sideways toward the corridor. She nearly walked into a pillar, caught herself, and tried to play it off by pretending to examine the stonework.
"The next class should be—" Rose glanced at Claire, who nodded automatically while stumbling over her own feet. "And seriously, if lunch is stew again..."
"Y-yeah, totally! Wait, what about stew?" Claire's feet had other plans though, as she found herself unconsciously angling toward the corridor, weaving through a cluster of students, carrying her forward until—wham!
She collided hard with someone, sending them both sprawling. Her pigtails went flying as she tumbled.
"O-ow... note to self: walking and thinking don't mix..." Claire rubbed her forehead, still dazed on the floor, her legs tangled underneath her like a pretzel.
"Might want to watch where you're going," came a casual voice.
Claire's eyes snapped open. Blue hair, familiar face—the same student from the arena's opening moments. Her face blazed red as their eyes met. "I-I... you... that is... oh gosh..."
"I-I'm so sorry!" she finally squeaked, scrambling up only to nearly trip again. "I was just... um... investigating the floor? For science?" She managed a tiny, awkward wave, immediately regretted everything about the last thirty seconds, then spun and fled down the hall, nearly catching her sleeve on a door handle in the process.
She pressed herself against the wall in the empty corridor, heart pounding. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth, checking if anyone had followed her embarrassing retreat.
Rose was mid-story, gesturing animatedly. "...so anyway, back at Starfield, there was this guy who—" She turned to where Claire had been standing beside her, only to find empty space.
"Claire?" Rose's voice echoed down the empty hallway.
Around the corner, Claire pressed herself against the wall, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sleeve. She hadn't meant to wander off during Rose's story, but something—or rather, someone—had caught her attention.
Kazuki moved through the corridor ahead with measured steps, his black cloak barely making a sound. Claire hesitated, then peered around the corner again. Her chest tightened as she watched him, equal parts fascinated and intimidated.
Before she could stop herself, her feet carried her forward. She followed at a distance, trying to mimic his silent footsteps. A loose floorboard creaked under her weight, making her stumble. Claire caught herself against the wall, face flushing red even though no one had seen.
Stupid, stupid, she thought, smoothing her uniform with trembling hands. She glanced up just as Kazuki stopped walking.
Claire dove behind the nearest doorway, pressing her back flat against the wall. Her heart hammered so loud she was sure he must hear it. When she dared to look again, Kazuki had already resumed walking, his posture unchanged—as if he'd simply paused to consider something.
He turned left, heading toward the administrative wing. Claire crept after him, keeping close to the wall. She found him standing before the headmaster's office, still as a shadow.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered to herself, leaning forward slightly.
The door opened with a soft click. "Ah, right on time," Mr. Isaac said warmly. Kazuki stepped inside without a word.
Claire bit her lip, glancing back the way she'd come. She knew she should return to Rose, but... Moving on tiptoe, she approached the door and pressed her ear against it.
"Settled in well, I trust?" Mr. Isaac's voice carried through the wood. "Your performance at Starfield was quite impressive, even with minimal effort—"
"The agreement." Kazuki's words cut through the pleasantries like a blade. "Spare me with your poetic ramble, I've completed my part. Now it's your turn... Sir." The honorific carried no warmth.
Claire's eyes widened at his tone. It was the most she'd ever heard him speak—and there was something in his voice that made her skin prickle with unease.
Claire held her breath, fingers white-knuckled against the doorframe. Each word that filtered through made her heart skip. The conversation felt heavy with meaning she couldn't grasp, like trying to catch smoke.
Her mind flashed unbidden to that night—the screech of tires, her own terrified freeze, and then... Kazuki. She remembered how he'd moved, precise and deadly, each strike calculated. So different from how she fumbled through life, yet in battle, she somehow...
She shook her head, forcing herself back to the present. Through the door, Isaac's voice carried that same unsettling calm she'd always noticed but never quite understood.
"You're eager, I see." A pause. "But rushing ahead won't bring you what you're looking for. The threads are still being woven."
Claire shifted her weight, wincing as the floorboard creaked. She held perfectly still, heart in her throat.
"No." Kazuki's voice was flat steel. "I don't care for the process. Do you ever ask how the painting is done, or just focus on the finished piece? I've wasted enough time with your terms. If you're going to keep stalling, we're done here."
A soft chuckle from Isaac made Claire's skin crawl. She pressed closer to the door, barely breathing, even as her conscience screamed at her to leave.
"Tell me, Kazuki," Isaac's voice dripped like honey over glass, "if you had all the answers right now, what would you do with them? Would they bring you closer to what you seek, or only blur the path?"
A heavy silence fell. Claire could picture Kazuki's expressionless face, those eyes that seemed to see everything and reveal nothing.
"Alright," Kazuki finally said, each word measured. "I'll play along. The truth is rarely pure and never simple. So tell me, what difference would knowing my motives make to you?"
Claire's fingers trembled against the wood. There was something in his voice—something that reminded her of sheathed blades and gathering storms.
Claire held her breath as Isaac's words carried through the door. His tone shifted, becoming almost contemplative as he set down his cup with a gentle click.
"True," Isaac said, drawing out the word. "But let's assume, for the sake of this conversation, we erase me from the equation. Forget everything else—just you and your vendetta against them." He paused. "If I were to provide you with answers, if you knew everything—every thread, every piece—how would you handle it? Would you still play your part, or would you go beyond what's expected of you?"
Claire pressed herself further into the shadows, her heart thundering in her chest. Isaac continued, his words precise and measured.
"I know full well. You've already taken down most of their factions, leaving only the last sub-faction and the main one. But do you?"
"Yes."
A shiver ran through Claire's body at his tone at Kazuki response, it was immediate, absolute. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information. Factions? Vendetta? Each revelation only spawned more questions, building a pressure in her chest that made it difficult to breathe. She gripped the wall for support, her fingers trembling against the cool surface.
The silence that followed Kazuki's answer stretched taut as a wire. He offered no explanation, no justification—not because he couldn't, but because he saw no need. The single word carried the weight of absolute certainty.
Through the door, Claire heard Isaac's soft exhale—almost a laugh, but lacking any real humor. The sound made her skin prickle with unease. She could picture his expression, that knowing smile that always seemed to hide more than it revealed.
The sudden sound of movement inside made Claire start. She barely had time to press herself flat against the wall before the door opened with deliberate slowness. Kazuki emerged, his face as impassive as ever, though something in his bearing seemed different—more charged, like the air before a storm. The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that echoed in Claire's mind long after he had disappeared down the corridor.
Claire stood frozen behind Kazuki, her cheeks puffed out as she held her breath. Her eyes darted around in nervous panic, pigtails quivering with nervous energy.
Then—a tiny, high-pitched "meep!" escaped her.
Kazuki spun around, hand reflexively reaching for his sword. His usually stoic face flickered with the briefest look of bewilderment—eyebrows shooting up for a split second—at the sight of Claire standing there, wringing her hands, looking like a startled rabbit.
Claire's nervousness vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed wonder. She bounded forward with light steps, peering at his face with exaggerated concentration. Her tongue stuck out slightly at the corner of her mouth as she studied him, head tilted to one side.
"Hmmm," she mused, circling around him with delicate steps. Her natural grace in movement contrasted charmingly with her awkward demeanor. She paused at his side, absently twirling her pigtail while studying his profile.
Moving with unconscious fluidity, she appeared behind him, rocking back and forth on her heels, humming a quiet tune under her breath. Each movement was precise yet playful, like a curious kitten investigating something new.
She stepped in front of him again, so close their noses almost touched. Her eyes sparkled with fascination as she squinted, then—before she could stop herself—poked his cheek with one finger. "Boop!"
Kazuki blinked slowly, face completely flat except for the tiniest twitch at the corner of his eye.
Claire continued her investigation, each position more endearing than the last—balancing on one foot, attempting (and failing) to mirror his serious expression, tapping her chin thoughtfully while trying to look profound.
Finally, Kazuki let out the faintest sigh and simply walked away, leaving Claire mid-pose with her finger on her chin, other hand on her hip in an exaggerated "thinking" position.
She watched him go, her yellow hair drooping slightly as her expression softened. Then she straightened up, accidentally tangling herself in her own feet and having to windmill her arms to stay upright. Once balanced, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, feeling them warm with embarrassment at her own antics. Still, something about that conversation she'd overheard tugged at her mind.
In his office, Isaac smiled knowingly, taking a sip from his cup—and promptly spilled it on his tie.
Claire glanced back at Kazuki's retreating figure, then at her feet, then back at Kazuki. With a determined nod that made her pigtails bounce, she tiptoed after him, trying (and adorably failing) to be stealthy as she bumped into a wall, apologized to it in a whisper, then continued her pursuit.