Chapter 24:
Second Chance At Life
The child has changed.
I can feel his magick increase at a significant level.
He reminds me of Nobita.
My eyes close, attempting my best to hold the tears.
My dear Nobita, I’m sorry to have failed you as your instructor.
You were the brightest star, brought joy amongst your teammates, but now you’re buried on the meaningless battlefield.
“If I win, you will revoke your decision, right?”
That boy’s voice shakes me of my past failures.
I cannot let myself be distracted.
He’s a mere child, a peasant…
“That is, if you win…”
He engages the fight like before, this time, he moves at a faster pace.
I anticipate he’ll throw a three-hit combo.
Jab.
I parry it and retaliate.
He ducks under my swing.
Uppercut?
How bold…
I evade it by moving backwards.
He’s going to take this window and throw a haymaker.
What’s this?
Magick is being harnessed through his palm.
A faint breeze swirls behind me, and an energy sphere is formed.
He’s a wind affinity.
No matter, I have challenged wind users before.
This is no different.
But what does he plan to do with that sphere?
“Fujinken!” he shouts.
A wind projectile is fired at point-blank range.
It moves so fast that I barely have time to react.
The impact blows me away, and the devastating pain lingers in my chest.
It’s agonizing.
He’s improved drastically in one day.
He even took the opportunity to fire a projectile while I was moving backwards.
It’s almost like I’m playing into his games.
The child doesn’t stop there as he continues his pursuit towards me.
I snap my finger, creating a barrage of lightning bolts to strike the aggressor.
It stops his tracks, but his will drives him forward.
An innovative tactic is born.
Rather than simply charging at me, the child uses his wind projectile to gain greater distance.
His resolve is strong.
It irritates me…
Why would he go all this way for his friends?
He successfully approaches me, and he doesn’t waste time to strike.
I cannot falter.
Jab, jab, straight.
He maneuvers around me as he throws more of his punches.
I’m forced to be on the defensive until an opportunity awaits me.
My eyes track his movement.
He’s not stopping anytime soon.
Had he not unlocked his new powers, he would’ve exhausted himself.
The child is no amateur fighter.
He jumps in the air, aiming for the head.
Big mistake…
I grab both his fists.
His eyes…
I was right about his resolve.
They are clear as the sky, and strong as metal.
He’s not just fighting for his friends.
There’s more to it.
Almost like he wants to prove something.
No, more than that.
What is it, though…
“Tell me, child. What do you hope to gain if you win?”
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m here to tell you to rethink your decision!”
He gains nothing.
How absurd.
Desire is always in everyone.
“Tell me this then, what do—”
He manages to free himself from my grip.
“What are your dreams? There’s passion in your eyes…”
He points at his chest.
With fiery eyes, he glares into my soul.
“I want to be a hero!”
I should’ve known.
He’s a foolish dreamer.
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