The Sixth Match: The Roar of the Wind vs. the Sun's Blaze
As soon as Dan Taro left the arena to a roaring crowd, the excitement began to build again. The previous match had left a deep emotional impact, but the audience was hungry for more action.
The announcer's voice boomed with enthusiasm: "And now, the sixth match! It will undoubtedly be one of the most exciting matches of this festival!"
He paused for a moment, then continued: "From the Sixth Division... the fighter who controls the yellow wind as if it were part of his body... Taiju Tokabe!"
Hanamiya: You have a good member, Yakin.
Ken Rokushin, Captain of the Sixth Division: Taiju is a genius. He possesses advanced wind magic, and I think he'll surpass A-level soon.
Rindo: And his opponent isn't easy, is he, Yamakoto?
Makoto Ito, Captain of the Eighth Division: That's right. She possesses sun magic and wields two spears, which is very rare.
Ivan: Sun magic or advanced wind magic? Which is more powerful? Naofumi: I expect Taiju to win. He has immense magical power.
He's also a master of Ki.
Hotaru: That's right. Taiju will reach S-level if he continues like this.
Rin says: I think you shouldn't judge too soon. His opponent isn't just any girl. She's from the 8th Division and at A-level, possessing advanced sun magic.
Emperor: Ritsu, are there any unusual movements?
Ritsu: None. The Special Forces are watching from among the spectators.
The mysterious figure was secretly observing the situation and speaking telepathically, saying: There's no sign of the Black Mage here. Is he making any moves on the other fronts?
Second figure: No.
Third figure: He'll come. I'm sure of it.
"Taiju! Taiju!" some of the spectators shouted, especially those from the 6th Division.
Taiju raised his hand in a calm wave, then turned his gaze toward the opposite entrance. The competition's spokesperson:
"And from the opposite side... from the Eighth Division, the warrior wielding the Lyre Spear and drawing her power from the sun itself... Makinami Makimaki!"
The cheers of the spectators and her Eighth Division colleagues erupted.
Lights burst through the entrance, and Makinami appeared in her gray costume, shimmering with black and yellow. She carried two spears that glowed yellow, sparkling as if igniting in the sunlight. Her black hair, also streaked with yellow, cascaded over her shoulders, and her wide smile reflected unwavering confidence.
"Finally! A real showdown!" Makinami exclaimed, leaping gracefully into the air, creating a golden aura around her.
Facing Taiju, Makinami looked up at him with childlike excitement. "You're Taiju? Nice to meet you. I've heard you're quite skilled with your Yellow Wind Magic, but we shall see who wins—your magic or mine?"
Taiju smiled slightly: "We'll see about that, Makinami of the Eighth Division."
Makinami laughed: "I love that confidence!" But beware, I'm not playing games!
The Battle Begins: Wind vs. Sun
The starting whistle blew, and instantly, the two fighters moved.
Makinami slammed the tip of her spear into the ground, sending a golden arc towards Taiju. "Sun Shot!"
But Taiju had already vanished. He moved like a breeze, leaving a trail of air in his wake. He rose into the air and hovered for a moment above Makinami.
"Yellow Windstorm!" he shouted, waving his hands downwards, and a powerful gust of wind rushed towards Makinami.
Makinami rolled quickly to the ground, dodging the storm, then leaped forward, thrusting her spear at Taiju. "Sun Piercing!"
Seeing the spear approaching rapidly, Taiju twisted away, but the tip grazed his cheek, leaving a superficial scratch.
"I touched you!" Makinami cried out happily as she landed.
Taiju touched his cheek, then looked at the blood on his fingers. He raised His eyes met Makinami's with a serious smile: "Yes... but this won't happen again."
Ivan: I understand. They both know what their opponent is doing, especially with their advanced ki technique. But what's going on? There are nine people with energy similar to mine. One is in the arena, and the other eight are scattered. I also sense someone else's presence. Are they watching him? There's no point in moving; I'm being watched by the Holy Heroes.
Evolution: Battle of Wills
The fight intensified. Makinami was attacking fiercely with her spear, each thrust accompanied by a flash of solar magic that scorched the air around her. Taiju dodged and evaded, using the wind to propel himself in unexpected directions.
"Sun Fist!" Makinami shouted, gathering solar energy in her left fist, then unleashing it at Taiju in the form of a fireball.
Taiju spun around swiftly, forming an air shield with his hands. The fireball slammed into the shield, creating an explosion of steam and smoke.
When the smoke cleared, Taiju had He vanished.
"Where are you?" Makinami looked around cautiously.
"Here!" Taiju's voice came from behind her. She turned quickly, but he had moved again. This time, several air clones of him hovered around her, all looking exactly like him.
"Wind Splitting Technique!" a spectator shouted.
"Which one is the real one?" Makinami cried out in frustration.
She charged at one of the clones with her spear, and it vanished like smoke. Then she charged at another, and it vanished too.
"They're all fake?"
Suddenly, she felt a strong gust of wind behind her neck. She turned quickly and raised her spear to protect herself, but there was no one there.
Taiju laughed above her. He had soared high into the sky, surrounded by swirling air currents. "Are you tired?"
"I haven't even started yet!" Makinami growled.
Climax: Blitzed Wind vs. Scorching Sun
Makinami gathered all her strength. Her spear began to glow intensely, and the sun's magic around her became so thick that the air began to ignite. She looked up at Taiju in the sky, then shouted at the top of her lungs, "The Greatest Solar Spear!"
A massive beam of golden light shot from her spear, hurtling toward Taiju at incredible speed. The heat was so intense that even spectators in the front rows could feel its glare.
Taiju didn't flinch. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, their deep yellow gleaming. He raised his arms to his sides, and the wind around him began to swirl wildly.
"The Bayonne Tornado!"
Suddenly, a huge vortex formed around him, a colossal whirl of air that sucked everything in its path. The solar spear collided with the vortex, paused for a moment, then began to drift slowly.
Makinami's eyes widened in surprise. "What? It's... it's pushing my attack aside!"
The vortex grew stronger, sucking the solar spear into it and spinning it around itself. Then, it suddenly launched the spear into the sky, where it exploded in a dazzling flash that astonished everyone.
Makinami jumped back, her breath ragged, her spear glowing faintly. She watched Taiju slowly descend to earth, surrounded by the remnants of the tornado.
"How... how did you do that?"
Taiju landed gracefully, looking at her calmly. "The wind can't resist the sun. But it can guide it."
The End: A Well-Deserved Victory
Makinami tried to get up again, but her legs gave way. Her magic was almost completely exhausted. She gripped her spear tightly and looked at Taiju, who stood a few meters away.
"I... I won't give up!" She tried to raise her spear, but it slipped from her weary hand.
Taiju slowly advanced toward her and stood before her. He looked at her with eyes full of respect, then extended his hand.
"You fought bravely. You're stronger than I expected."
Makinami looked at his outstretched hand, then at his face. For a moment, she seemed to refuse, but in the end, she smiled and took his hand.
"I... I'm not finished yet. Next time, I'll win."
Taejo helped her to her feet, then gave her a slight bow. "I'll be waiting impatiently for that time."
The announcer's voice filled the arena: "The winner of this incredible duel... Taejo Tokabe of the Sixth Division!"
The crowd erupted in applause. Their performance was truly worthy of such admiration.
As they left the ring, Makinami turned to Taejo and said, "By the way, you don't look bad when you fight."
Taejo chuckled. "And you're terrifying when you're angry."
The Seventh Battle is Coming
The speaker's voice echoed again: "And now, after six exciting battles, we come to the seventh battle of the day! Get ready..."
Second Division: Vitzel Rusaki vs. Fifth Division: Yuri Kamda
Entered: Vitzel Rusaki
Entering the Arena: Vitzel vs. Yuri
To the cheers of the crowd, Vitzel Rusaki, the swordsman of the Second Division, entered with light steps that barely touched the ground.
His long blade gleamed with a silvery sheen, surrounded by an aura of wind and light lightning, reflecting his "Multiple Speed Magic."
Ivan: His sword is well-polished, and his movements are incredibly fast.
Rindo: Vitzel is a genius with the sword, but his opponent is your brother, isn't he, Ninth Division Lieutenant Tatsuo Kamda?
Tatsuo: Who will win?
Hotaru: The Lieutenant's brother is powerful, possesses formidable magic, and also wields two powerful hammers.
Ivan: This battle will be a clash of speed and strength.
In contrast, Yuri Kamda of the Fifth Division stepped forward, a man who seemed to be made of the mountain itself. He carried two massive hammers that emitted an orange glow, his body encased in heavy leather and metal armor, while dust billowed around his feet from the "Dust Magic."
Speaker: "Seventh showdown! Will the swift blade be able to pierce the solid rock?"
The Battle Begins: The Dance of Death
Fitzel shot forward like an arrow, trying to exploit his incredible speed.
Fitzel: "Speed Art: Triple Flash!"
Fitzel vanished from his vantage point and reappeared at three different points around Yuri simultaneously, delivering lightning-fast stabbings. But Yuri didn't flinch; he slammed his hammers into the ground with tremendous force, unleashing the "Debris Explosion" technique, creating a backlash of rock and dirt that forced Fitzel to retreat at the last second.
Yuri: "Speed is nothing compared to the stability of the ground, Swordsman!"
Hanamia: It seems they're getting more skilled every day, both teams. That's very good.
Raiden: The ambition to reach higher levels is natural, and we too must reach higher levels. Don't forget what happened before; our opponents are much stronger.
The Climax:
Shattered Hammers and Flaming Blade
The fight intensified, and Yuri reached the peak of his power. He used his hammers to create a "sand grave," trapping Fitzl's feet in sticky sand and immobilizing him. Yuri raised his giant hammer and brought it down with his full weight, a blow that would have ended the duel.
In that critical moment, Fitzl squeezed his sword hilt until his hand bled, summoning all his magical power.
Fitzl: "Beyond Limits... Ultimate Speed: Infinite Cutter!"
Fitzl exploded with tremendous thrust, sacrificing his balance to break free from the sandy confinement. He transformed into a beam of light and pierced Yuri's rocky defenses, passing between the hammers by mere millimeters.
The End: A Bloody Victory
The arena fell silent. Yuri stood frozen, his hammer suspended in mid-air, before cracks appeared in his solid rock armor and he erupted in a torrent of blood. Yuri collapsed to his knees, struggling for support with his hammers, but he lost consciousness from exhaustion and injuries.
Fitzel, meanwhile, stood a short distance away, his sword trembling in his hand, his body covered in bruises and cuts from rock fragments, before he too fell to one knee, panting bitterly, barely conscious.
The crowd erupted in applause.
Announcer: "What a suicidal fight! The hard-fought winner... Fitzel Rusaki of the Second Division!"
Speaker: The battles have intensified. What will happen in the next showdown?
The Eighth Showdown: The Mist of War and the Dance of Blades
Entry into the Arena: Bill Sadok vs. Lisha Sukai
Shouts erupted in the arena as the eighth showdown was announced. Bill Sadok of the Third Division stepped forward, a giant black hammer slung over his shoulder, emitting a fine gray mist; it was "Smoke Magic," the magic that masked his destructive power. Naofumi: This boy has a very powerful hammer and magic.
Meanwhile, Lisha Sukai of the 7th Division emerged, as agile as a panther, wielding a long golden spear that glittered in the sunlight. Her aura was calm yet conveyed deadly precision.
Speaker: "Battle Eight! Smoke Hammer vs. Speed Spear! Who will set the pace first?"
The Battle Begins: Disappearance in the Mist
Lisha didn't wait; she charged like lightning, unleashing a flurry of rapid spear thrusts. But Bill didn't budge. Instead, he slammed his hammer into the ground, activating the "Black Smoke Veil" technique. In an instant, a thick fog enveloped the arena, completely obscuring Lisha's view of her opponent.
Lisha: "You think the fog will protect you? Enhancement Magic: Sensational Sensation!"
Lisha closed her eyes, relying on her senses to locate Bill, and just as quickly dodged a treacherous hammer blow that would have shattered her bones. Climax: The Unerring Hammer
Tensions rose; Lisha began using the length of her spear to deliver long-range, smoke-piercing blows, causing minor cuts to Bill's arm. Realizing Lisha wouldn't fall easily, Bill decided to end the duel with his secret technique.
Bill focused all his magic within the hammer, causing the surrounding smoke to transform into a swirling tornado that swirled toward the hammer's center.
Bill: "Smoke Burst: Molecular Shattering!"
Bill unleashed a terrifying vertical strike; it wasn't just the hammer that struck Lisha, but the pressure of the air and the explosive smoke that followed. Lisha tried to block the blow with her spear, but the impact was too much for her. Part of her armor shattered, and her spear flew away. She collapsed to the ground, unconscious under the weight of the magical pressure.
The End: The Third Division's Domination
The smoke slowly dissipated to reveal Bill Saddock standing tall, hammer in hand, while Lisha lay peacefully on the ground despite her crushing defeat.
Announcer: "What a stunning finale! The winner of Match 8 is Bill Saddock of the Third Division!"
The excitement and drama intensified.