Reincarnation of the magicless Pinoy
From zero to hero " No magic, No problem! Volume 2 battle Beyond you
Encounter 1: 3v1
Smoke curled into the shattered hallways. Cracks veined through the marble floors. The once-bright walls of Magisterium Academy now burned with black scorch marks.
Footsteps pounded the corridor.
> "He's still on us!" Leto shouted, glancing over his shoulder.
The sound of the white-haired man's boots echoed with dreadful calm behind them—measured, confident. Not running. Hunting.
Mira cursed. "Tch—who the hell is this guy?!"
Sophia didn't answer. Her eyes narrowed. "Split left!" she ordered. "We have to get to the dorm wings—students are still there!"
The three bolted down the forked hallway. They skidded to a stop near the lower faculty entrance. Locked.
> "Let me," Mira said, slamming a palm onto the door rune. "Override!"
It buzzed. Clicked.
They burst through—right into chaos.
Students were screaming. Mana sparks ignited mid-air. Two first-years were trying to put up a barrier spell around unconscious classmates.
> "Leto! Mira! With me!" Sophia called. Her voice cut through panic like a sword.
Together, the three of them moved—Leto shielded one group with an earth wall, Mira dashed through others, casting healing glyphs and yanking students from danger. Sophia guided them all, keeping eyes on the exit.
She tapped her comms crystal. "Caelan. This is Sophia. Do you hear me?"
> "Sophia! I'm at the medical wing—what's going on?!"
> "Contact the capital. Call the knights. We've got an intruder, and I think it's tied to the summoning chamber breach. And… we just saw something. I don't think it's from this world."
> "On it," Caelan said grimly. "Just hold out."
Sophia turned—and saw it.
From the central atrium, something massive pushed up through the floor. A giant humanoid figure. Unstable. Undulating like melting wax.
A shriek unlike anything they had ever heard tore through the air.
The earth screamed.
The ground cracked beneath their feet—and all three of them fell.
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They landed in a collapsed lower level—debris crashing around them.
Mira coughed hard. "Still alive... That's good."
Leto groaned. "Can't say the same for my back…"
Sophia winced, pushing herself up—when she froze.
He was there.
The white-haired man. Calm. Smiling. Waiting.
> "Ah, the little nobles. All here," he said. "How convenient."
Sophia stood up fully. "You're the one behind the summoning breach, aren't you?"
> "Me? I'm just here to watch the old gods crawl back through the cracks." He tilted his head. "But I guess I can play with you first."
No more talking.
The three attacked.
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🔥 Fight Choreography: Team vs One
Leto was first—he raised his arm, stones bursting from his bracers and launching like cannon fire. The white-haired man flicked his wrist—deflecting with a summoned steel arm, like it was nothing.
Mira moved next, close-range. She ducked low, spinning under his counterstrike, striking with a twin blade aimed for the ribs—but the man twisted unnaturally, evading it like a snake.
Sophia came in last—her rapier glinting with gold. She feinted left, then thrusted. A narrow hit—but it scraped across his arm, drawing a line of red.
> "Cute," he said, licking the blood off. "But not enough."
He unleashed a shockwave—blasting them all back.
Mira hit a column, groaning. Leto blocked the brunt with a stone wall, breathing heavily.
Sophia held firm, blood running down her cheek.
> "Still standing?" he chuckled.
> "Yeah," Mira spat. "And we're not done."
This time, they fought tighter. Leto summoned stone to wrap Mira's legs and slingshot her forward—she flipped mid-air, blades spinning, driving the man back. Sophia followed, each thrust of her rapier forcing him into more careful steps.
For a moment—it looked like they were winning.
Until—
He vanished.
Then appeared behind Sophia.
> "Tch—Sophia, duck!" Mira screamed.
Sophia dropped low—Leto tackled her out of the way.
The man smirked again, walking calmly toward them.
> "Your coordination is good," he said. "But you're still not him."
> "Him…?" Leto asked, panting.
> "Yeah," he smiled darkly. "The Black Wraith. You're friends with him, aren't you?"
> "What are you talking about?" Mira narrowed her eyes.
He chuckled. "You don't even know, do you? The boy you think is just some cadet?"
He stepped forward, dragging a blade behind him.
> "Tell me, Princess Sophia… are you in love with Rolien?"
> "Wha—" her eyes widened.
> "Or are you in love with the Black Wraith?"
Leto blinked. "Wait—you have a crush on both?"
Mira muttered, "Girl's got a type…"
Sophia didn't answer.
She just looked at them.
Then clenched her fists.
> "They're not so different," she whispered.
The man charged.
And the fight resumed.
Dust was still falling.
The white-haired man grunted, his breaths heavier now, his movements slower—he was strong, fast, deadly… but even he couldn't ignore pain forever.
They had seconds—maybe less—before he exploded again with fury.
> "We need something bigger," Leto muttered, gripping his cracked staff.
> "We're not enough," Mira said, sweat running down her neck.
Then—
Sophia's eyes widened.
> "Wait… remember what Rolien taught us in training?"
The two turned toward her.
> "That exercise... elemental channeling. He said we weren't doing it like proper warriors."
Mira blinked. "The one he called 'Combat Heat Transfer'?"
Sophia nodded quickly. "Yes! Mira—you're fire-based. That means your body can handle thermal manipulation. You can overheat your blades to increase cutting force."
Mira raised an eyebrow. "You mean… like lighting it on fire?"
> "No. Not the fire itself. The heat. He explained it once—remember?"
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Flashback – Rolien's Lesson
> "Mira, your attribute's fire, right?"
> "Yeah, so?"
> "Then try using the heat, not the flame. Imagine a blade in a blacksmith's forge. It glows red-hot—but there's no flame licking it."
> "...So?"
> "If you can spin that heat around your blade—like vortex it—you'll accelerate the transfer of thermal energy. The blade'll glow, and the edge will slice cleaner than any enchanted steel. It's not flashy, but it'll cut through enchanted armor like butter."
> "Spin the heat?"
> "Yeah. Don't let it erupt. Control it. Like you're tempering it, not burning the world down."
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Present – Mira Activates It
> "Ugh... like this?" Mira asked, focusing.
Her dagger sparked briefly with flame—but the fire danced too wildly.
> "No, no—you're still making it erupt. Surround it. Don't ignite, infuse it."
She gritted her teeth.
Focused.
> "Like a blacksmith... forge... spin..."
A thin shimmer wrapped around the blade—barely visible.
Then—
> HISSSSSSSSSSSSS!
The dagger started glowing bright red.
Everyone's eyes widened.
> "By the stars..." Leto whispered. "That's... that's not magic. That's pure heat!"
Even the white-haired man paused for a moment, eye twitching at the dangerous glow.
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Rolien's Voice – Echoing from Memory
> "The science behind it's simple. The atoms inside the blade absorb and store the thermal energy. You're not casting fire. You're raising the temperature through magical friction."
> "The spinning motion keeps the heat even and concentrated—it doesn't combust, so no flames leak out. What you get is a pure, hyperheated edge. No mana drain. Just lethal precision."
> "I call it—Blacksmith's Edge."
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Back to Battle
> "Now that," Mira smirked, flicking her wrist, "is how you forge a murder tool."
> "Leto, now!" Sophia shouted.
He slammed his hand down again, raising several platforms and walls to box in the white-haired man.
> "You think geometry will stop me?" the man growled, lunging.
But Mira dashed in.
With a glowing blade.
The white-haired man raised his arm to block.
> SHHHRING!
His gauntlet melted under the heat. The blade cut deep into his forearm.
He screamed in pain and jumped back, cradling the burn.
> "What the hell… was that?!"
Mira flipped midair and landed, blade smoking faintly.
> "Courtesy of our favorite overpowered nerd."
The white-haired man gritted his teeth. "Tch... Rolien."
Sophia's expression darkened.
> "You know him?"
> "Oh," the man grinned. "You'll know him soon enough."
Mira's blade was still glowing red, and she moved like a blur—slashing, dodging, distracting.
Sophia gave cover with her barriers, the edge of her focus stretched to the limit.
And Leto?
He stood back, breathing steadily, eyes scanning.
> "He's too fast to pin down," he muttered. "But maybe…"
His mind drifted—back to that day in the training courtyard.
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🧠 Flashback – Rolien's Lesson: Designing the Super Move
> "Alright, Leto," Rolien had said, sketching on a parchment with insane precision. "You're Earth and Wind, right?"
> "Uh… yeah? Why?"
> "I'm helping you build your S.M.—your Super Move."
> "Sm?" Leto blinked.
> "Don't interrupt," Rolien muttered, continuing. "There's four factors to building one: Range, Power, Speed, and Effect."
He held up his drawing:
1. A conical stone drill
2. Cross-sectioned—hollow inside
3. Inside that hollow? A spinning ball of compressed air
4. Final step? Boom. Drill explodes on impact, fragments fly everywhere.
> "Okay… I don't follow."
> "Think of it like this," Rolien said, tapping the sketch. "The stone drill is your delivery system. You fill it with air, compressed and spinning like a mini vortex. Once it hits the target, the spinning force collapses and shatters the stone—sending hundreds of sharp fragments in every direction."
> "That's…" Leto's eyes widened. "Lethal."
> "Simple. But devastating."
> "Why not just fire it with Earth?"
> "You can, but it'll be slower. Add Wind, and you get velocity. Surprise. Penetration. Pressure." Rolien smirked.
Then he paused, grabbed a nearby glass, and held it up.
> "Right now, your mana is like this cup. And you wanna fill this massive pot over here…" He gestured to a soup bowl.
> "Ah... I get it now. So I need to think efficient."
> "Exactly. Your fighting style is mid-range conjurer, but if you mix close-range style with sudden long-range burst…?"
> "The enemy gets confused."
> "They die confused." Rolien grinned. "Let's call this technique…"
> "Drillburst Fang!" Leto exclaimed.
Rolien coughed. "...Not bad."
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🌪️ Back to Present
The white-haired man charged again.
> "Keep moving!" Mira shouted, parrying.
> "Buy me three seconds!" Leto yelled, taking a deep breath.
He slammed his hand onto the ground. Stone coiled and twisted, shaping itself into a long, spiraling drill with a hollow center.
> "Come on…"
Wind gathered in his palm—then poured into the drill's hollow center, spinning rapidly. The compressed vortex vibrated with tension.
He pointed his arm forward.
> "Drillburst Fang!" he roared.
He fired.
The stone drill shot forward, riding a violent gust—faster than a ballista bolt, spinning like a cyclone.
The white-haired man spun, ready to block—but the moment it hit—
> BOOM!!
The drill shattered—fragments flying like razor shrapnel. They tore through his cloak, his arms, his leg, embedding in the stone wall behind him.
He dropped to one knee, growling, blood dripping down.
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> "How the hell—?!" he spat.
> "Learned that from a guy who couldn't even use magic," Leto muttered, dusting off his palms.
Mira smirked. "But could still wipe the floor with all of us."
Sophia said nothing—just looked toward the sky… where a blue pillar had once shone.
> "He's watching," she whispered to herself. "I know it."
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🧠 The Science of the Technique – (Rolien explain)
> The Drillburst Fang works because of the spinning motion.
> The stone drill acts as a hard shell, shaped via Earth Magic.
> Inside, the wind vortex compresses rapidly—similar to how a jet engine builds up pressure in a turbine.
> When the drill hits, the shell breaks under the opposing force and releases the pressure—
> Turning the spinning wind into an internal burst that launches sharp shards in every direction.
> It's not just magic.
> It's physics.
Smoke curled in the air. The stone beneath her boots was cracked and trembling.
Sophia wiped the sweat from her brow, her saber glowing faintly from overuse. She glanced at Mira and Leto beside her—both panting, bruised, but standing.
In front of them, the white-haired man slowly advanced again, as if unfazed by the last clash.
> "We need to end this," Sophia said sharply, her tone steel.
> "He's too fast," Mira muttered. "We're only buying time."
Sophia clenched her jaw.
Then her hand instinctively brushed the scar on her arm—faint now, but real.
And she remembered.
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✨ Flashback –
Location: Old Training Hall – Night Before Midterms
Sophia stood in the training circle, panting, frustrated.
> "This isn't working. I already know healing magic! Why do I need to do it your way?"
Rolien didn't say a word.
He simply stepped forward, drew a real dagger, and before she could react—sliced her forearm cleanly.
> "What the hell?!" she cried out, grabbing her arm as blood spilled down.
> "Now listen," Rolien said coldly, holding her wrist tight to stop the bleeding. "You want to save lives on the battlefield? Then you need to stop thinking like a mage—and think like a doctor."
He pulled her hand down, forcing her to look at the wound.
> "Focus. Where's the artery? Which muscle did I hit? What part's reacting first?"
> "You—You cut me!" she hissed.
> "On purpose. Controlled. Deep enough to be dangerous. Not fatal."
He let go. "Now fix it."
> "You bastard—"
> "Fix it!"
Tears stung her eyes as she gathered her mana. Her first instinct was to cast Heal. She could feel it bubbling inside her.
> "Don't just cast," Rolien growled. "Visualize. Know. You want to fix something? Understand what's broken."
Sophia clenched her jaw.
She focused.
She imagined her skin layers… the torn muscle… the thin vein below it…
Like flipping through anatomy pages in her mind. She followed the pain like a thread, tracing it back to its source.
Her healing magic surged—not wide and wasteful, but precise. Sharp. Efficient.
> "It's working," she whispered.
Rolien gave the faintest nod. "You're not just healing. You're repairing."
The blood stopped. The tissue knitted itself back. The cut closed, leaving only a faint pink line.
> "You could've just explained all that without stabbing me," she muttered.
> "Nope," he replied, walking away. "Would've been boring."
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💥 Back to Present
Sophia opened her eyes.
> "I'm not going to lose," she said softly.
Mira blinked. "Huh?"
Sophia stepped forward, her saber glowing faintly—her other hand igniting with healing aura.
> "He taught me how to survive wounds like these. And I'll make sure none of us go down here."
> "Wait, who?" Leto asked.
Sophia didn't answer.
She just raised her blade, memories of Rolien's cold precision and quiet belief burning behind her gaze.
All three surrounded him now. They moved as one unit, each step calibrated, covering blind spots. Their styles no longer clashed—they complemented.
Mira flanked left, her burning dagger slicing through his guard.
Leto struck from range, launching rock javelins charged with wind.
Sophia took center, the relentless blade—cutting, healing, cutting again.
Their blades hit.
His foot slid.
They saw it—he was on the ropes.
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🌀 But Then—
He laughed.
> "Impressive. Truly. But I didn't come here to die."
He flicked something from his pocket.
A flashbang rune.
It exploded with a thunderous ding and blinding light.
> "No—!" Mira shouted.
Leto raised a shield too late.
Sophia tried to cover her eyes—
—but the world turned white.
When it faded—
> He was gone.
A scorched hole in the wall behind him. No trace left but his blood.
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☁️ Silence
The three stood frozen, panting hard.
> "Dammit," Leto whispered.
> "He escaped again," Mira said bitterly.
Sophia said nothing.
She looked at the blood on her saber. Her heart pounded—not just from battle, but from realization.
They were close. Too close.
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> "Hey," Leto asked, glancing at her. "You okay?"
> "Yeah…" she whispered.
> "You're really in love with Rolien, huh?" he smirked. "But… you're into the Black Wraith too?"
> "Wait—both?" Mira asked, laughing. "You can't pick one?"
"Uh....man I'm exhausted,...." Leto said then lay down at his back " man, thanks to your boyfriend's teaching were still alive. Not is the best time we have our soft drinks( Rolien made them drink coke after he recreated it and both are startled but amaze at the same time when they drink it. Note I'll add it later as a flash back later).
"Leto! Rolien said we can't drink that often it's bad for our body ! Sophia tell this idiot he can't!"
Sophia didn't answer.
She just smiled faintly to herself—heart still racing.
They don't know.
They're the same person.
And now… more than ever—
> She knew she'd never lose him again.
To be continued....