The Screen Lit Up.
At first, no one understood how Jimmy had won. Everyone had seen the final moment — that other players were fighting for flags but he was laughing and caressing Luna?
The large arena screen began to play a replay.
At first, only silence. Then, a faint whistle echoed. Soft but real. Many hadn't even heard it during the live match.
Then came the flash.
The audience gasped. On screen, all the flags were vanished at once — like smoke being swept away. The camera zoomed in on Jimmy crouched quietly near a corner of the battlefield. He was making something. He was... signalling?
Next scene: A strange visual. Luna split into two.
Two Lunas.
One stood beside Jimmy the whole time, pretending to be real.
But the second? She was disguised. She had silently taken those flags — unnoticed.
Now the crowd was murmuring. Some were confused, others suspicious.
"Wait, what was that?" someone shouted.
"Did he use two Whisps?"
"Was that allowed?"
"This makes no sense!"
The emcee hesitated, unsure what to say.
Then a voice from the VIP section cut through the noise — calm, steady, and clear.
"Let me explain."
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The committee gave a reluctant nod, and a calm-looking man in a long grey coat stepped forward. He adjusted his round glasses, his voice crisp as it cut through the murmurs.
He turned toward the audience and pointed at the screen.
"What you just saw was not a trick. It was a tactical illusion in our terms."
He tapped his wrist tablet. The screen rewound.
"My name is Arven Kael," he began. "Tactics Analyst and Whisp Synchronization Expert."
"This… is Luna," he continued, pointing to the soft-lit figure forming in the mist. "She used an advanced clone technique — a double-division method only possible with perfect emotional resonance between Whisp and summoner."
He paused, letting that sink in.
"Two perfect copies were created. The first remained by Jimmy's side, acting as a decoy — its only task was to 'exist' and mimic presence. The second? It maneuvered across the field, entirely unnoticed. And that's where it gets brilliant."
The footage zoomed into the clone slipping through a rain-veiled path behind terrain cover, just seconds before the final whistle.
Arven clicked to the frame showing the flags vanishing in a synchronized flash.
"The second clone took the flags exactly at the moment of field reset. And because she was moving in tandem with the environment — shadows, water trails, terrain and at last moment — even the guardian failed to perceive her."
He looked toward the silent committee, then back to the stunned crowd.
"This wasn't just stealth. This was a conversation in silence. A performance between two partners who trust each other beyond words."
The hall went quiet — until someone near the back let out a sharp exhale.
"A Real Genius."
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After some pause
"The opposing team made a fatal error," the strategist — Arven Kael — continued, voice cutting through the lingering noise like a blade.
"They assumed the real threat was in front of them. But the real Luna was behind them the entire time, hiding as one of their own. Even Braequinox was frozen by her true form — not by a clone. From the speed, the electromagnetic signal masking, and her cloaking precision, I can confirm that each strike exceeded Level 3 class thresholds. And it was all done in silence."
A stunned pause.
Then —
Gasps.
Shouts.
Screams.
A wave of chaotic awe erupted like a storm over the stadium.
"What the—she passed their sensors?!"
"WHAT A CLEVER MOVE!"
"That's not just battle sense. That's artistry!"
"Did that kid… just manipulate the field like a conductor?!"
"What a control of her bond… she could act from that distance?"
"He used a clone to stay by his side! A decoy — while the real one dismantled everything!"
"It was like a puppet show with no strings."
One of the committee heads dropped their pen.
A junior judge, jaw slack, muttered, "We... we thought he was stalling. All that time in the corner…"
"He was orchestrating." Another whispered back. "We were watching him watch us."
The camera panned briefly to the judges' table — and now, all of them were on their feet. Even the chairman, a hard-lined veteran who rarely moved, had stood — eyes narrowed in intense focus.
From the edge of the battlefield, Jimmy still sat in partial shadow. Legs crossed. Head slightly bowed. His hat resting on his knee.
He looked as if he had never even participated — and yet, the entire crowd roared his name now.
"That's the one!"
"He baited them with nothing but win in stillness!"
"How many battles has he already watched in his head before it started!?"
Arven Kael turned once more to the crowd, voice rising just enough to command their attention:
"Silence isn't weakness," he said.
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Then from Some where, a voice came but no one knows from where.
"SILENCE — it's a weapon. Far greater than blades, more precise than lightning. It slips through cracks, hides in plain sight, and waits. It does not boast. It watches. And in the hands of someone who sees everything — every flaw, every rhythm, every breath — silence becomes the deadliest force of all. Not hesitation. Not fear. But control. And that… became his true strength."
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Eola's teammates stood frozen.
The screen still shimmered with the final shot of Luna splitting — one clone rushing with Jimmy, the other, real one, vanishing behind enemy lines. The crowd's cheers echoed in their ears, but it sounded distant. Hollow.
"He made us look like fools…"
The tall boy with braids, muttered through clenched teeth. He didn't blink. His fists trembled as he stared up at the replay screen, trying to catch the moment it all fell apart.
"We were watching him the whole time. And still... still—"
"It was never him," said the girl beside him.
She was pale. She lowered her hand slowly from her mouth, eyes wide.
"We thought he was stalling, hiding. But all that time… he was guiding her. Like a puppeteer without strings."
The youngest of them, Binny, shook his head in disbelief.
"The guardian didn't even move. They were guarding the last flag, right? But Luna was already inside the zone."
He turned, stunned.
"She bypassed the guardian completely. That's... that's impossible."
From across the arena, Jimmy stood slowly.
He didn't bask in the celebration.
Didn't raise his arms in victory.
No whistle.
No show.
Just stillness — calm and composed.
He tapped his Codex once.
The floating mic screen above the arena flickered…
and then a sentence appeared, handwritten in quiet blue text:
"Those who helped me — I always helped them. Just… not in ways they realized."
A pause.
The arena detonated.
Laughter, cheers, disbelief — it hit like a wave.
"I'm gonna lose my voice!" the emcee shouted, grabbing the railing and cackling.
"He didn't say a word all match and now drops a quote like THAT?"
He held his head.
"This kid is unreal."
"He's not just clever," said an older woman in the crowd, pressing a hand over her heart.
"He's graceful."
"It was like watching silence come alive," another murmured.
Up above, the word VICTORY shimmered across the dome, rippling with colour.
Blue. White. Silver.
The colours of Luna.
Digital fireworks ignited.
Cascading sparks fell like rain across the sky.
Back at the losing team's side, the strategist was still explaining to stunned reporters from other classes, pointing to diagrams floating in the air.
"They never saw the moment the real Luna left."
He tapped the screen again.
"It happened just after the second whistle. Jimmy didn't speak, but his position shifted just enough to give the command. That's how the second clone split and moved behind the them and went for flags."
A girl with a notepad blinked.
"But how did the guardian Whisp — not see her?"
The strategist smiled faintly.
"Because it was distracted by Luna's characteristics, called water body. The real Luna hid in plain sight, cloaking her movement with a mimicry technique. That freezing pulse we thought came from the clone?"
He looked at the judges.
"That came from her real body. That means Luna has reached attack calibration well beyond Level 3."
A hush spread.
Then a sharp voice from the committee:
"Level 3… and the syncing was done entirely from distance. Through non-verbal cues?"
"Exactly." The strategist folded his arms.
"This wasn't just a win. This was an execution of tactics so clean, so quiet — it blurred the line between strategy and instinct."
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Back on the battlefield, Eola's expression was unreadable.
She didn't blink as she watched Jimmy turn, walking toward the tunnel calmly.
He hadn't even looked their way.
"Why didn't I see it?" she whispered.
But no one had an answer.
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In the stadium
Binny kicked the dirt once.
"We laughed at him."
Daro spat to the side.
"We said he was too slow. Too passive."
Serra's voice cracked.
"He didn't overpower us — he used her. Every step, every moment… he made sure we never saw the real threat. This wasn't Eola's failure. It was his design. Every move was calculated. What a scheming bastard… hidden behind that quiet veil. All this time, he played us like pieces on a board"
Jimmy stood silently, little Swablum perched beside him. The crowd's chaos faded behind the faint smile curving on his lips — a smile not of his pride, but of full understanding. Of control. Of something deeper.
Eyes watched him now — not with dismissal, but with fear, awe, and curiosity.
And still, he said nothing.
To be continued...