Beads of sweat began to form on Ryoshu's brow, a physical manifestation of the swirling anxiety that consumed his thoughts. With a furrowed brow, he glanced concerned at his fellow students. The atmosphere was thick with tension, weighing heavily on each of them. Some wore expressions of sheer terror, their eyes wide with fear, while others clenched their fists in a futile attempt to steady their trembling bodies.Empathy flooded Ryoshu's heart as he observed their distress. He could almost feel the waves of fear radiating from them, tangible and suffocating. It was as if their terror had taken on a life of its own, weaving its tendrils into every fiber of their being."I can't blame them," Ryoshu murmured to himself, his voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of their surroundings. His own legs trembled beneath him, betraying the facade of composure he desperately tried to maintain. With a frustrated sigh, he brought a trembling hand to his thigh, delivering a sharp slap in a fu
The battlefield erupted into a frenzy of chaos, and arrows filled the sky like a relentless hailstorm. Each shaft, sharp and deadly, seemed to possess a mind of its own, seeking its target ruthlessly. Among the chaos stood Kenzo, a towering figure of resolve amidst the tumult, commanding even amidst the overwhelming onslaught of projectiles. Amidst this flurry of death, Kenzo's focus remained unbroken, drawn to a single arrow amidst the barrage – Ryoshu's. With a steely determination, Kenzo tracked its path through the chaos, his eyes locked onto its trajectory with an almost unnerving intensity. There was an unmistakable aura surrounding Ryoshu's arrow. A sense of purpose and precision set it apart, capturing Kenzo's undivided attention amidst the chaos.In a practiced motion born of years of discipline, Kenzo reached deep within himself, his hand finding the familiar grip of his second sword, the Lightning Sword. With a silent reverence, he whispered its name as though invoking
Amidst the swirling chaos of the ongoing battle, the tension crackled in the air like electricity, palpable and charged with anticipation. The arena buzzed with activity as contestants vied for dominance, their every move scrutinized by spectators and competitors' watchful eyes. In this tumultuous environment, the scoreboard flashed a significant update: "40 points... the archers have made clever use of the situation! But there's still not much unity among them. 315 remain."The recent onslaught, marked by a flurry of strikes and counterattacks, had left no corner of the arena untouched by its devastating impact. The ground bore witness to the fallen, their numbers growing with each passing moment as the battle raged. The clash of weapons and the cries of combatants echoed throughout the arena, a haunting symphony of conflict underscoring the fierce competition."It's over," Master Kenzo's voice cut through the din, his tone laced with resignation and wry amusement. "I accidentally
"I thought I could easily survive with all these useful skills," Ryoshu mused as he sat alone by the flickering campfire, reflecting on his abilities and the many challenges he had overcome. His journey had been long and arduous, filled with trials that tested his endurance, resourcefulness, and sheer will to survive. From treacherous mountain passes to the dark, creature-infested forests, each step of his path had been fraught with danger. And yet, he had always believed that his extensive skill set—honed through countless battles and relentless training—would see him through any situation that arose.However, all that changed the moment he crossed paths with Kenzo. The man's presence was like a storm, intense and overpowering, and it quickly became evident that Ryoshu was not as prepared as he had thought. Kenzo moved with a fluidity and precision that Ryoshu could only dream of, his every action exuding confidence born of true mastery. In their brief encounter, Ryoshu felt expos
He tightly closed his eyes, feeling the warm blood trickling down his skin, pooling on the cold ground beneath him. The pain was intense, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, but Ryoshu focused on the lessons he had learned, trying to engrain them into his very being, letting them become a part of him. The chaos around him seemed to fade as he retreated into his mind, replaying each crucial moment, every decision that had led him here."I... remember now." His voice was barely a whisper, a soft murmur amidst the chaos. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming into focus with a new clarity. Everything seemed sharper and more vivid as if he were it all for the first time. Colors were more vibrant, sounds more distinct, and even the air felt charged with an electric intensity he had never noticed before.Suddenly, his perception of the world shifted dramatically. He could now sense every minute detail around him. The gentle whisper of the wind through the leaves, the subtle rustl
His entire face was shrouded in fabric, tightly wound around his head, leaving only minuscule apertures for his eyes and nose. He stole glimpses of his surroundings through these narrow gaps, the only solace in an otherwise suffocating situation. Amidst this concealment, he found a strange comfort. He seemed invisible to those around him. It was as though his struggles were insignificant, lost amidst the chaos and tension that permeated the room. This feeling of insignificance was exacerbated by the looming presence of Kenzo, whose formidable figure demanded the attention of all present.Kenzo’s patience wore thin as he stood there, waiting in vain for a response from the group. His frustration was palpable, etched onto his features as he finally addressed them with a mix of irritation and determination:““If you persist in your inaction, I will have no choice but to pursue each of you individually. And let me make this clear: no leniency will be granted. Ineffective hiding will only
But this time, instead of a thin, neat slash like the one before, the sword's path was crude and immense, creating a gigantic gap in the building where he stood. The sheer force of the strike had cleaved through concrete and steel, leaving a gaping chasm nearly ten meters wide. The edges of the gap were jagged and raw, evidence of the overwhelming power behind the blow. Debris was scattered everywhere, chunks of concrete and twisted metal strewn across the floor, and dust hung in the air, slowly settling like a shroud over the scene. This massive breach made it nearly impossible for an ordinary person to jump across, effectively isolating one side of the building from the other, turning it into a fortress of sorts, barricading any straightforward approach."20 points for knowing how to utilize the terrain," Kaminari's voice boomed, reverberating through the structure's remains. His tone carried an authoritative weight, echoing off the shattered walls and through the cavernous space
But just as Ryoshu was about to entirely turn away, a faint, desperate groan reached his ears from somewhere behind him. The sound was weak but unmistakable, a cry for help that cut through the scene's chaos."H-help me..."Ryoshu spun around quickly, his eyes scanning the wreckage. Amidst the debris, he spotted a hand clinging desperately to the floor. Once smooth and polished, the floor was now cracked and splintered, bearing the scars of the teacher's overly powerful sword technique. Chunks of wood and stone lay scattered around, a testament to the violent force that had been unleashed.The hand was small and pale, fingers trembling with effort as they gripped the damaged floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryoshu's instincts kicked in. He lunged forward and grasped the hand firmly. The skin was cold and clammy, and he could feel the desperation in the weak grip. Whoever this was, they were barely hanging on.Ryoshu knew he had to act fast. Summoning all his strength, he began to