The large room was filled with silence except for the soft hum of the monitors replaying the final seconds of the match. Water still rippled in the crater Luna had left behind—calm now, but a reminder of the storm she had summoned.
Administrator Ralden folded his arms, gaze fixed on the monitor. "There's a pit," he said flatly. "Where the platform used to be. How did no one anticipate that level of elemental control from a Class B Whisp?"
Principal Keillor leaned forward, his fingers steepled. "It wasn't just elemental control. That wasn't a raw power display—it was precise. Tactically executed. And look—Luna didn't emerge from the pit… she was the pit."
Vice Principal Rollo, always sharp and sceptical, scoffed lightly. "And that spiral attack from Hauntusk? It was advanced. Krav should've had that match. He did have it. Statistically, he should've won."
Professor Renaris, the calmest among them, tapped a pen against his clipboard. "He had power. But Jimmy had strategy. That Water Clone technique—he layered it into the environment. Created distractions, displaced Luna, and predicted the opponent's response. His timing was flawless. Not instinct… planning."
Keillor nodded. "And the coordination… not a single word spoken."
Rollo snorted. "Sign language? That's not viable in real combat."
Class teacher turned slightly. "No, it's better. Faster, silent. No voice delay. Luna and Jimmy are working like two halves of one mind. I've seen elite tamers fail to reach that kind of link even after years."
Ralden, usually the one demanding stricter standards, sighed. "We put him in Class B thinking we were protecting him—or the school. No early awakening, no known talent, no background. We assumed he'd fade into the background."
Keillor grimaced. "It was a calculated placement, but perhaps not the right one."
Rollo tapped the screen, where Luna's final Aqua Tackle collided with Hauntusk's Shadow Claw. "You saw that, right? That wasn't luck. He used Krav's overconfidence. Delayed the real Luna while using clones and mist. He never even tried to overpower—he dismantled the whole attack structure."
Renaris added, "And don't forget—he let Krav finish the attack first. Gave the crowd hope. Let the opposing team believe they won. Then struck."
Class Teacher nodded, voice low now. "Turns out, the boy who couldn't speak… is the one speaking the loudest today."
There was a pause.
Then Rollo muttered, "Still. It could've gone the other way. If Krav hadn't misread the clone, If Hauntusk wasn't overconfident. There's too many ifs. That doesn't change the fact this match was too close."
Renaris smiled faintly. "Exactly. But that's what makes it dangerous."
"He is passed. Let's start the next match. Let's wait for others to finish. It's a team battle"
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There is still roar in crowds.
A earth type whisp advanced level, Geotremor
# Geotremor resembles a quadrupedal, armoured whisp carved from ancient stone and crystal. Its body is layered with sedimented rock plates that shift and realign as it moves, emitting deep rumbling sounds like distant earthquakes. Each leg ends in powerful claws capable of sinking into the ground for perfect grip. Its back carries a ridged spine made of glowing mineral segments that pulse when it's gathering energy. Geotremor's eyes glow a calm amber, and it bears a heavy, rhombus - looking crest on its forehead carved with elemental runes. When standing still, it looks like a natural part of the terrain—until it moves, with the weight and certainty of a landslide.
That whisp came and with tectonic shift move made all the ground as it was before.
seeing this crowd again into cheer.
Announcer Commentary :
" You can feel the tension rumble through the ground—Geotremor has arrived, and the battlefield is about to get... tectonic. Watch closely! The terrain itself bends to this Whisp's will. Geotremor doesn't fight on the arena—it makes the arena."
"Whoa! Did the ground just shift??"
"My drink just moved… this thing is shaking the whole platform!"
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Announcer said "Let's rock for second round. Aaro vs Henry" jimmy says good luck in sign. she said 'don't loose'.
Here's a detailed, dramatic, and well-paced match between Aaro and Henry:
Match 2: Aaro vs. Henry — Flame vs. Volt
As the dust settled from the previous battle, the next pair stepped forward. Aaro rolled his shoulders, his expression calm but focused. Across the ring, Henry cracked his neck and smiled with smug confidence.
"Let's burn," Aaro muttered under his breath.
The mechanical referee lit up, signalling the match's beginning. A burst of red and yellow flames flared behind Aaro as his Whisp emerged: Pyroine, a sleek fire bird with brilliant crimson wings tipped in gold, its feathers shimmering like embers caught in a breeze.
Henry released Voltusk—a compact, coiled serpent of whitish-blue and purple scales, flickering with static. Two lightning bolt-shaped marks shimmered above its eyes, and its coiling body crackled with pent-up power. Twin circular arcs of energy buzzed on either side of its oval eyes, glowing brighter with each hiss.
The crowd leaned forward.
"Pyroine, Sky Sweep!" Aaro called, snapping his fingers.
The bird launched into the air, leaving a trail of flame behind. Voltusk hissed, slithering in a tight coil, eyes glowing brighter.
"Volt Barrage!" Henry shouted.
Bolts of electricity erupted from Voltusk in all directions. Pyroine dodged effortlessly, twisting and corkscrewing through the air. Its wings caught sunlight, reflecting dazzling sparks.
Then, Pyroine dove, its talons wreathed in flame.
Voltusk arced its back and launched a Thunder Spit—a short-range burst of electric energy from its tusks. Sparks collided with flame mid air, creating a burst of smoke and light.
Crowd:
"Did you see that dodge?"
"That snake's not just flashy—it's fast!"
"That bird's dancing up there!"
"Ground it!" Henry yelled.
Voltusk surged forward in a blur of blue, its coils unwinding into a whip-like streak. It chased Pyroine's shadow across the ground with deadly accuracy.
Aaro narrowed his eyes. "Flame thrower!"
Pyroine spun in midair, generating a circular burst of flame that descended in straight line, forcing Voltusk to retreat. But Henry was ready.
"Voltage Slip!"
In a sudden flash, Voltusk split into afterimages, dodging the flames and striking upward with an electrified tail.
Pyroine took a hit to the wing and faltered slightly. The crowd gasped.
"Stay up!" Aaro said, almost willing his Whisp to push through. Pyroine steadied, its body glowing with ember-rage.
"Fire Dive!" Aaro shouted.
The entire field shimmered as heat radiated from Pyroine's body. It rose high, wings wide, before collapsing into a dive—a fiery comet aimed at Voltusk.
Henry smirked. "Arc Coil Defence."
Voltusk braced, channelling all its power into a charged shield. Electricity wrapped around its body in tight spirals.
Impact. Explosion.
The ring lit up in a blinding flash of fire and lightning. Smoke curled in thick waves. Everyone stood up from their seats.
Announcer:
"A spectacular clash! Who's still standing?!"
As the haze cleared, Voltusk was on one knee—scales charred, arcs fizzling. Pyroine hovered, barely, smoke trailing from its wing, chest heaving.
Then, a flicker of energy sparked from Voltusk's tusk—its last attack: Spark Fang.
The bolt shot out unexpectedly, catching Pyroine in the side.
The firebird let out a cry—and dropped to the ground.
Referee's whistle.
Announcer:
"And the winner is… Henry and Voltusk!"
Crowd:
"No way! It was that close!"
"If that bird had one more second…"
"That snake's crazy strong."
Aaro walked calmly to his downed partner, kneeling beside Pyroine, running his hand over its head.
"Good job," he whispered. "We'll get them next time."
Henry, now cheering with his teammates, looked back and gave a respectful nod. Even he knew—it wasn't dominance. It was survival.
From the bench, Jimmy muttered himself 'Are not they A class student'. Velka leaned forward in bad mood and slight angry eyes to him.
"That match wasn't lost in strength. It was just timing."
And the tournament moved on.