Everyone looked a little bit anxious, as they sat down waiting for him, only the Captain and the vice looked normal. But if they were pretending, then they were doing a good job at it.
Three hours had passed and there was still nothing. Most of them were already sleeping, but their eyes sprang open as they heard a loud noise outside. They all ran outside only to see a blue magic circle, looking at the magic circle Malcon remembered Ecard, the man who had teleported them to meet the king for the first time.
'Speak of the devil.' Malcon muttered under his breath.
Eckhard walked out of the magic circle, his blue hair still tousled in a messy, yet stylish way, his blue eye glowed more than the magic circle itself.
Following him closely was the dwarf of a man.
His cold deep sea blue eye scanned them as he steped out of the magic circle, as though he was trying to sense any threat, after a while he raised up his aristototic face and stepped aside. Finally, The king stepped out of the magic circle with a warm smile on his face.
"You've all grown up." he said with a smile on his face. They all bowed on seeing him.
They were told to go and train while Eckhard and the dwarf prepared the battlefield. The captain and the vice had taken the king to a private place where they were probably discussing Sam.
After about an hour, the vice captain called them all to assemble in front of the house.
"I will be sending you all to an arena where the duel will take place." Eckhard said, raising his hand, and a blue magic circle slowly appeared.
"Perfect Eckhard." the king commented on seeing the magic circle.
"Thank you, your grace." Eckhard said bowing.
"If it pleases your grace." He added, stretching his hand toward the portal.
"I'll meet you at the arena, kids." the king said, still wearing a warm smile on his face.
"And I am expecting a lot," he added, walking into the magic circle, and the dwarf followed suit.
"Please, you will all be entering one by one." Ecard instructed.
As Malcon entered the portal he saw himself standing beside a chair, with the number fifteen embedded in it.
"Take your seat." Bane called out.
Malcon was still staring at the structure of the arena. It was bigger than what he expected, the chairs went round, enclosing the arena.
"it's a nice place." Bane commented as Malcon sat down.
"Very nice." Malcon added.
Few minutes later, Eckhard appeared inside the arena.
"Hope you like the place?" he asked, smiling, and they all clapped and cheered.
"The rules are very simple." He said as a small box slowly appeared on his hand.
"Inside this box, contains the number of the various seats you're sitting on." he said, as he slightly lifted up his hand and the box floated In mid air, going up to where the king sat.
"His grace would randomly select two of any paper in the box, and if the number of the seat you're sitting on is selected, you're to make your way to the arena," he said, arranging his tie.
"Listen carefully." Ecard's voice echoed.
"Only two rules will apply in this tournament. One, once your opponent says yield, you cease to attack. Two, never kill your opponent." he instructed, with a cold voice. "With that understood may we begin."
"Candidate number ten and one." The king called out.
Adrian walked into the battlefield. His white hair flowed gracefully as the gentle breeze swept through it. He had a poker face, as though the outcome of the match didn't bother him, Unlike Diana who looked determined to win.
Adrian was born without an ability, but his mother being a diagon, he was lucky to have inherited her gift. Being born without an ability in a magical world, influenced Adrain to turn his physical strength, speed and agility to a point like none other.
The next Person to walk into the battlearena was
Damian. A tall boy with jet black hair, Every girl's favourite, he called himself. He had a well shaped oval face and an emerald green eye.
Damian walked pridefully past the wall of weapons that had appeared before him. Making everyone scream in praise, even the king couldn't help but smile.
'Your losing this match' Malcon said to himself.
Adrian with his poker face walked past the weapons as well, Making people scream more.
"Fight." Ecard shouted, vanishing.
Despite the commerce of the fight, Adrian stood still with his poker face.
"giving me a head start, are you?" Damian shouted with an annoying smile on his face.
All Malcon saw was a small rise of dust, and in a blink of an eye Damian appeared behind Adrain, and with his hand covered in a yellow elongated light, with a shaped end, went straight for Adrian's head.
Without turning to look at him, Adrian slightly shifted his head, a large amount of airwaves escorted by Damian's hand went past him.
Eckhard, who stood at the top of the sky spectating the match was surprised, not just by the level of speed displayed by the kids, But when he saw Damian perform mana magic.
Mana magic is a highly regarded magic that even people at the rank of a veteran wouldn't dare to use. It involves the use of the raw mana within a person's mana core.
Normally when using the mana within a mana core it is automatically processed and transformed into our individual ability. But using raw mana in a battle, takes a great amount of mana from the core and weakens the body greatly. That is why mana magic was reserved for people mostly in the expert rank. But here a boy still at the specialist rank was already using mana magic.
Damian was surprised at how fast Adrian had evaded his blow. But relentlessly he moved his mana covered arm that Adrian had evaded, but this time for his neck.
Yet again his hand hit nothing but mid air sending airwaves to the Conner.
A sudden large shadow was casted above Damian, looking up he saw Adrian with his poker face staring down at him, his hand clenched to a fist.
"this is getting exciting" Damian shouted, smiling like a lunatic.
And in a puff of balck smoke, Damian was gone. In a slipt second he appeared behind Adrian who was still in mid air. Holding a yellow round object that radiated power.
"Die." He shouted again, smiling.
They was a loud bang as Adrian dropped to the ground, pulled by the force of Damian's attack.
'how can a boy still in the specialist rank use raw mana to this extent.' the king asked himself.
Damian's mouth dropped open as Adrian slowly stood up from the ground, dusting himself, his face still emotionless.