TEASER CHAPTER 7 PART 5
"Haa,
haa, haa ..."
A
young man was swinging his fist at the outer edge of the city wrapped in the
dark night.
His
fist blew the air away and his flowing kicks cut through the wind.
Kevin,
a young man of the Silver Wolf tribe, who belonged to the first class, third
year.
While
breathing roughly, he swung his fist.
His
fist, illuminated by the moonlight, never once faltered, and he continued to
unleash one technique after another.
He
launched a straight fist thrust, then connected with an elbow strike while
sliding his right leg forward, and then linked it with a roundhouse kick with
his left leg.
He
then jumped lightly. While switching legs, he then executed a heel drop with
his right foot.
The
blow, along with the momentum of the roundhouse kick added to it, struck the
ground violently, and due to the impact, the soil bounced up and flew in the
air.
If
it were an ordinary piece of armor, the kick would surely crush the entire
contents of the armor.
However,
in contrast to the brilliance of his technique, even as he delivered such a
blow, Kevin's expression was still stiff.
"This
won't do. He can dodge this...!"
While
gnashing his back teeth, Kevin readjusted his fist.
A
meadow stretched out in front of him. But his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure
standing in the meadow while holding a katana.
The
moment he saw the shadow, a hot, sticky sensation spreads through his mind.
He
remembered the human figure that had fought a fierce battle with Jihad at the
martial arts garden.
An
inferior student. The person he had despised as garbage had shown him
unbelievable feats of skill.
Shattering
Jihad's sword and shield.
The
tenth-class student had accomplished what none of the A-ranked students in the
third year and first class had ever accomplished.
The
hero, whose temporary weapon shattered, finally pulled out his true companion,
which he had never wielded against a student, and faced Nozomu.
The
hero recognized the student, Nozomu Bountis, as someone worthy of him to fight
using his true weapon.
No
one else in the third year was treated that way. No one could make him pull out
his "companion".
And
the person in question, who had the huge sword pointed at him, showed no sign
of being intimidated, but simply looked straight at the formidable foe before
him.
"What
the hell is wrong with that guy! ... "
For
Kevin, who had only judged people by their strength and power, the sight of
Nozomu fighting Jihad was like a bolt of lightning coming from the sky.
Gut-wrenching
rage and humiliation scorched Kevin's body.
But
what irritated him more than anything else was the fact that the girl he had a
crush on had been cheering for that inferior student.
The
words she gave to Nozomu during the combat training had pierced Kevin's chest
like a spear.
The
katana that was drawn because of her support. She stared with eyes shining like
rainbows towards the guy who, despite his handicap, was facing Jihad head-on.
The
battle ended with Jihad's victory. But in that battle, no one could laugh at
Nozomu.
Everyone
was fascinated by Nozomu's appearance, who, even though he was cornered,
struggled to his last breath, trying to find a way out of the situation.
Seeing
Nozomu, who eventually fainted, the girl jumped down into the arena without
worrying about the public's gaze.
She
rushed into the arena faster than anyone else.
Kevin
could only feel the pain from her voice as she ran towards Nozomu while
screaming desperately.
