The two weapons that were thrown out spun around and flew back again, each slicing through a cavalry's helmet. Not only that, they hovered spinning around the boy, until he reached out both hands, then they stopped spinning and fell into his hands.
Immediately, applause once again resounded through the field, enduring and endless.
Jones stood up slowly, tidied his attire, and then loudly said: "First, let me make it clear. This... incredible boy you see, Hassan, is a student of our Giant Snake City Magic Academy, recommended for admission by Duke Beisher, who is also my Aunt Yilin. However, throughout the entire duel, he did not use any magic. And furthermore... we are actually displaying two weapons."
"Two?"
"Do two sickles each count as one?"
The audience began to murmur softly.
Sitting on the opposite chairman's stand of the training ground, Yilin, clad in armor, quietly craned her neck, carefully watching the field, trying to find out what the other weapon was.
