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In this world, there was no such thing as nullifying as magic sequences, regardless of the multiple attempts to do so.
This was because magic sequences were not exactly as short as how you saw them at the front.
A person could imagine a magic sequence as a program or code segment, with a frontend and backend.
The spell you saw in reality manifested firstly in the form of a circle was just the frontend. The output.
If one was to look deeper, they'd find out that the circle was just a condensed form of multiple magic sequence segments.
Segments that determined the shape, element, speed and other attributes respectively.
The idea or theory of nullifying a magic spell was just not ideal. It was impossible.
A normal spell's execution time—if not already pre-stored in a person's terminal—ranged from 2-3 seconds.
So in order to nullify a spell, you'd need someone who could not only dissect the whole spell into its segments in that time frame, but also break them down.
It was impossible for even someone with a time ability who could stretch that window to a minute.
So when people saw a pre-stored spell completely nullified within a second of it being casted, they were flabbergasted.
All of them looked at Azariah with utter shock in their eyes at what they had just witnessed.
Even Alyssa, who was usually composed in every situation, was left at a loss for what happened.
But how would they know that the person who performed the feat himself, had no idea how he had done that.
Azariah, no Yuito, was left completely speechless. Even more so than the people themselves.
Because he was witnessing a phenomenon that he had never placed in almost the entirety of the game. A game that he had created.
So when, the first senior to regain his conciousness stepped up to ask, he had no idea what to say.
"Y-You, what did you just do right now?"
What could Azariah say to this? He himself was witnessing such a thing for the first time!
Fortunately, an excuse came to his mind just in time.
"His Terminal failed to execute the sequence correctly."
It was a reasonable excuse. No, it was perfect.
Beginner level terminals, especially those bracelets given by the academy, had a chance that the sequence would fail to execute completely.
In most cases, it was deliberately done by the academy or institutions to not make students entirely dependant on Terminals.
The senior, was left confused. But so was everyone else as well, because they knew it made sense now that they thought about it.
The boy had used a pre-sequence so suddenly from a bracelet terminal, so it was possible.
There was only one way to confirm.
The senior turned his eyes back, at the boy who was forced on the ground now.
"Did your terminal fail to execute the sequence correctly?" He asked, putting everyone's eyes on the boy now.
The boy looked straight at Azariah's eyes. He himself was the most surprised out of everyone else.
Because he was the only one that knew his terminal didn't fail. It was as if the sequence had just been taken forcefully from him and broken into a million pieces.
Looking into Azariah's eyes, he knew the man was making an excuse.
But exposing him for his powers right now would just give him more fame and popularity.
It would worsen the humiliation that he had faced today. He had to keep a little pride for himself by taking this excuse.
And Azariah knew exactly what he was thinking. The boy had no reason to say the truth, unless he wanted his image to worsen even more.
"W-what else would it be? Do you think he broke down my spell? That s-stuff is only done in your dreams rather than a Division 2 student!"
His words brought attention to Azariah's coat now, informing everyone that he was a Division 2 student.
The lowest of the bunch.
Now that they were thinking about it, the boy was probably right.
A Division 2 couldn't possibly nullify a spell in 1000 years when it couldn't be done by the best of the Synapths in history.
What had even struck their heads?
The boy's terminal must have failed to just execute the spell.
Clearing the confusion, the senior turned back to Azariah.
"My name is Arvin Thorke, a 2nd year member of the Regulation Council. I appreciate your efforts to stop this altercation today. It could have gotten worse if not for you," he said with a smile.
Then, he took a small bow to show his respect for him. The man had jumped to stop the fight as a Division 2 student.
It took guts to do that.
But for Azariah, it wasn't guts. It was an order by a fucking maniac.
Regardless, he acknowledged the senior with a nod.
"That's alright. I hope we can be more vigilant towards incidents like this. The boy had almost hit a mother."
Arvin, surprisingly acknowledged their mistakes.
"Yes, I'm aware. I'll make sure we put more patrols in crowded areas. Now, I shall leave," he said with a nod, before turning to leave.
By now, the other students had started to depart as well. They also thought that it was probably a terminal failure by now.
Making it a relief for Azariah, who wiped his head.
"Thank you so much!" He heard a voice from behind.
Turning, it was the mother and her son.
Staring at the son, Azariah had a deep urge to smack him in the face.
'I almost saw stars flashing before my eyes because of this kid.'
"It's alright, but please make sure to keep your kid by your side. This could have gotten much worse."
The mother quickly nodded, realizing her mistake.
"Yes of course, I can't thank you enough for helping us out there," she said, turning to the kid.
"Thank the mister for what he did, Colley."
The little boy, or Colley, bowed his head in gratitude.
"T-thank you..for the help..mister."
A slight smile tugged at Azariah's lips.
"It's alright, don't worry."
Thanking him once more, the mother and kid quickly departed from the scene.
Everything was normal now, with the crowd dispering as well.
Which left only one person there.
Turning once more, Azariah saw the golden eyes staring at him again.
Alyssa, stared at him with an interested look.
Azariah, however, was quite offended with what she had done before.
"What? So I'm not even going to get an explanation for what you did there?"
He wasn't kidding. Alyssa should have probably been well aware that Azariah was weak.
After all, he was a Division 2 student for a reason.
Yet, she had still asked him to go in the middle of the scene.
Though he could talk however he wanted to her, Azariah knew that he wasn't allowed to disobey any order given to him.
Alyssa however, completely ignored what she said.
"What did you do there?" She asked, her eyes peering into him.
Azariah, completely clueless about what she was saying, shrugged.
"Nothing. I was lucky that his terminal failed right there otherwise, I'd be in a ward right now."
The soft blue-haired girl still kept her silence at his words, just staring at him for a minute.
A short silence stretched between them for a minute before she turned, and started walking away.
"That's your duty. You are only here to obey my orders," she stopped for a second before continuing her walk.
Staring at her from the back, Azariah sighed.
'First day in this world and I got a million headaches already.'
He just knew that this would be a long ride for him.
'Whatever, what can I do now?'