"How in the world is he first place!!?"
"Ok someone pinch me because it seems like am am having a bad dream right now"
"You don't have to pinched bro, you are in reality"
"Did he cheat?"
"I don't think that's possible, both the system and the Headmaster will immediately find out if he did"
"Then how did this happen!!?"
"How is this possible!?" While an uproar suddenly erupted amongst the students that came out the Rift Sanctuary, the gothic kid suddenly exclaimed in both disbelief and fury after he saw that two people are above him as he placed 3rd on the rankings. But it wasn't only him who reacted to this result,but almost everyone in the hall reacted to this result.
"It seems like we overdid it in the killing back there" Morris suddenly whispered to Kaelen with a wry look on his face after he discovered the gap both him and Kaelen is giving the third position.
Apparently, both Kaelen and Morris have 102 and 98 points respectively while the third position which is the gothic kid just have 79 points.
When the pillars of the academy saw the result in the rankings, their eyes immediately glowed as they all suddenly shifted their gaze towards Kaelen and Morris.
"Young ones, how would you like to be a personal disciple of this old one? I can teach you everything I have mastered throughout my life" Vlahiç suddenly asked with a friendly smile on his face.
"Don't mind what this one is saying, not only will I do everything this old hag I saying, but I will also take to somewhere special that will transform you greatly" Carmilia suddenly commented with the same friendly look on her Ice cold face.
"Although you might have had some scuffles with my son back in the Rift Sanctuary, but please don't take it to heart, he is in his rebellious phase. I am also willing to take you in as my personal disciples inwhich I will not only do everything the previous two said they will do, but I will also give you ancient and legendary potions and equipment for your protection and growth" Bowen also commented with a friendly look on decrepit face.
"Dad!!" But the gothic kid couldn't stay calm when he heard what his dad said as he suddenly called out to him.
"Shut up Kelvin!!" But the moment the gothic kid called out to his dad, Bowen immediately berated at him back with a furious look on his face. Right after, the gothic kid who is apparently named Kelvin instantly fell silent as he looked at Morris and Kaelen with a menacing gaze.
But the both of them simply behaved like he didn't existed as they put their full attention on the four pillars of the academy.
"Am sorry Venerables but I have to decline your offer, this is because I am from the Gray family" Morris suddenly replied to the pillars of the academy with a calm and humble demeanor.
It seems like the pillars of the academy expected this answer from Morris and they just simply gave him a nod before they quickly shifted their attention towards Kaelen.
"Well it should be obvious at this point that he will surely pick of them"
"But which of them will he pick to be his master?"
"Well let's just watch and see"
"A personal disciple of one of the pillars of the academy.... What God like luck!!"
"Ok aren't you guys being shameless right now? I asked him first so it's first come first serve" while the students were having a discussion amongst themselves, General Cao suddenly commented with a bitter look on his face
"Oh spare me the meaningless talk. He isn't a treasure that you apply the first come first serve rule, he has the right to pick the best suited master for him" Carmilia replied with an indifferent look on her face. But right at this moment, she suddenly thought of something which made her have a victorious smile on her face as she said.
"Aren't you and my disciple called Lila really close back when you both entered the academy newly, you now have the chance to rekindle the passion you had with her if you become my personal disciple"
"Shit! She is using underhanded means to get him!!"
"You bastard!!"
As soon as the other pillars of the academy heard what Carmilia said, they immediately cursed her with a furious look on their faces. But Carmilia didn't seem to mind at all as she just calmly stare at Kaelen.
As for Kaelen himself, he was completely calm and silent as he kept his eyes closed. In his mind, he could see an image of a passionate looking middle aged man.
This middle-aged man stood with a commanding presence, his aura unmistakably that of a seasoned swordsman. His posture was straight and confident, every movement exuding a sense of purpose and precision. His lean, muscular frame spoke of years of rigorous training and discipline, honed to a razor's edge.
His face was defined by sharp, angular features—a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. His skin, weathered by time and countless battles, had a healthy tan, marked by faint scars that told stories of past encounters. His eyes were a piercing shade of steel gray, intense and focused, reflecting a depth of experience and unwavering determination. They seemed to penetrate through any facade, assessing and evaluating with a keen, analytical gaze.
His hair, once likely a vibrant color, was now streaked with silver, cropped short and neatly maintained. A well-trimmed beard framed his face, adding to his dignified yet fierce appearance. His expression, while often serious, had a certain warmth when he smiled, revealing a passion for his craft and a deep-seated honor.
Dressed in a practical yet elegant manner, he wore a tailored outfit that allowed for ease of movement—a fitted jacket, durable trousers, and sturdy boots. At his side hung a finely crafted sword, its hilt wrapped in worn leather, the blade itself gleaming with a subtle, deadly beauty. The way he carried it, with an almost casual familiarity, spoke of his deep bond with the weapon.
The aura around him was palpable, a mix of raw power and disciplined restraint. It was as if he embodied the very essence of a sword—sharp, focused, and ready to strike with precision and grace. There was a palpable energy about him, a quiet intensity that drew the attention of those around him, demanding respect and admiration.
When he moved, it was with the fluid grace of a dancer, each step deliberate and controlled. His presence alone seemed to command the space, a living testament to the art of swordsmanship and the unwavering spirit of a true warrior. This middle-aged man, with his passionate demeanor and pure aura of a sword, was a living embodiment of martial excellence, an inspiring figure to all who aspired to the same path.
'I will only have one master' while observing such a dignified middle aged man, Kaelen thought decisively before he suddenly opened his eyes. But as soon as he opened his eyes, just for a brief moment, an aura of a swordsman emanated from him. It was minimal but unmistakable—an invisible wave of power and precision that radiated outwards, causing those nearby to pause and take notice. The aura was sharp, focused, and intense, like the edge of a finely honed blade.
The students closest to him felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the shift in the air. Conversations ceased, and every form of movements faltered as everyone turned to look at Kaelen. His stance was now different, more assured and commanding, his eyes reflecting a newfound clarity and determination.
Kaelen himself was only vaguely aware of the change, feeling a surge of energy and purpose course through him. It was as if, for that fleeting moment, he had tapped into a deeper well of potential within himself, channeling the spirit of a true swordsman. The Blade of Eternity at his side seemed to resonate in response, the connection between them momentarily stronger and more profound. But while he still in this state, he spoke up.
"Am sorry great ones but I will have to decline your offers, I swore an oath to my first master to only have him as my master and I don't intend to break that"
But the moment Kaelen said that, the entire hall became eerily quiet, so quiet that you can here the sound of a needle hitting the e floor. After a few minutes went by, that was when Cao suddenly made a sound with an intrigued smirk on his face.
"Oh"