The day had finally arrived. The training arena, normally bustling with students and teachers, was cleared and silent, save for the distant echoes of footsteps and the soft rustle of banners in the wind. On one side stood the Legendary Sage, his presence radiating authority and mastery of combat. Opposite him, Milly known here only as Mila stood poised, her fists clenched and her mind focused.
She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, a mix of anticipation and restraint. I can't reveal who I really am, she thought, suppressing the instincts of her dragon kin blood. Not yet. Just physical strength… just physical strength.
The Sage's eyes gleamed with a knowing confidence. Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of six spells simultaneously, each streaking toward Milly like lightning.
Her body reacted before her mind fully caught up. She twisted, ducked, and rolled through the air, feeling the heat and energy of the spells whistle past her. The ground beneath her feet left shallow gouges from her landing.
Milly didn't hesitate. Closing the distance, she propelled herself forward, fists ready, relying solely on her physical training. She struck with calculated precision, testing the Sage's defenses without revealing her full potential.
The Sage's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of amusement flickering across his face. "Hmm… you have spirit, little teacher," he muttered, his voice carrying just enough for her to hear.
Milly's jaw set. No magic… just strength.
Her fists collided with the Sage's defenses, sending shockwaves that rippled across the arena floor. The battle had begun in earnest, a clash of raw power against seasoned mastery, and neither side was willing to yield.