ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: MORRIS ENTERS THE PLATFORM

“Winner in platform 2: Stallion Rose!!”

“Winner in platform 4: Ferg Gregory!!”

“Winner in platform 5: Hellen Paul!!”

Right at this moment, the Pacesetters Rookie tournament has begun as various battles could be seen and witnessed in different parts of the academy. And Morris who is Kaelen’s best friend is currently in the arena that is located at the northern part of the academy.

‘I wonder who she is going to pick as her opponent?’ Morris thought as he observed the girl who is currently climbing the platform he is facing.

This girl is slender yet strong as she step on the platform confidently with a large shield held firmly in her grip. The shield, nearly as tall as she is, is intricately designed with swirling patterns that seem to tell a story of ancient battles. Her demeanor is calm and focused, radiating a quiet strength. She wears the uniform of an internal student of the Pacesetters Academy, the emblem of the school emblazoned proudly on her chest. Despite her unassuming stature, there’s an air of unyielding determination about her, as if she alone could stand against any foe with just her shield as her weapon.

Bam!!

As soon as this girl reached the center of the platform, she immediately slams her shield into the magic imbued concrete before she turned to face Morris and the others.

“You, face me” And not long after that, She confidently spoke up as she pointed at the person right next to Morris. When Morris noticed this, he suddenly had a wry smile on his face as he thought.

‘Seems like I won’t be entering the platform just yet’

The person the girl with the shield picked as her opponent a boy who stands with a quiet, composed demeanor, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. His presence is calm, almost serene, like the surface of a still lake untouched by wind. He is a student of the Pacesetters Academy, his uniform crisp and unblemished. His eyes reflect a deep, inner tranquility, as if he’s mastered the art of silence and patience. Despite the peaceful aura around him, there’s an underlying intensity, a sense that beneath the calm exterior lies a potential for swift, decisive action with his blade.

“I forfeit” But surprisenly for Morris, the boy suddenly spoke up in a calm manner as he looked right into the eyes of the girl with the shield. Not even giving the boy the chance to reconsider his decision, the sly looking middle aged man immediately spoke up.

“Winner in platform 3: Charlotte Kentucky!!”

“Hmph! Coward” muttered the girl with the shield who is the one the middle aged man called as Charlotte before she walked down the platform.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Charlotte walked down the platform, The calm looking boy beside Morris suddenly climbed up the platform before he turned to look directly at Morris.

“I pick you as my opponent” And right after, the boy said with an intense look on his face.

“Huh?” Morris muttered with a bewildered look on his face. Not only him though, but even Charlotte had a darkened look on her face as she thought.

‘This bastard’

‘Well it seems like my luck wasn’t good enough’ But in the end, Morris gave in as he stepped onto the platform with his scepter.

“Forgive me but I was ordered to do this” Morris opponent suddenly said with an emotionless tone as he got himself ready for the battle. But when Morris heard him, a deep frown suddenly appeared on his face as he quickly asked.

“And who exactly ordered you to do this?”

“I will tell you after this battle” the boy replied in a stalwart manner. When Morris heard him, he quickly got himself ready while he said.

“Very well then”

And so, Morris twirled his scepter, sparks of magical energy crackling around it. His eyes glinted with determination, ready to unleash his power. The boy, on the other hand, remained still, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his expression unreadable, as if he was one with the stillness of the world around him.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, Morris sent a barrage of fireballs toward the boy. The flames roared through the air, a searing wave of heat threatening to consume everything in its path. But the boy remained unfazed. In a single, fluid motion, he drew his sword, the blade gleaming in the light, and with a graceful arc, he sliced through the air, dispersing the fireballs into harmless embers.

Morris narrowed his eyes, realizing that brute force wouldn’t be enough. He switched tactics, conjuring a series of intricate runes in the air, each glowing with a different elemental energy. The runes exploded into life, sending a whirlwind of attacks—lightning bolts, shards of ice, and gusts of wind—toward the boy.

The boy moved like water, fluid and unhurried, his sword cutting through the chaos with precision. Each swing of his blade was deliberate, calculated, as if he could see through the very fabric of Morris’s magic. He deflected the lightning, shattered the ice, and sliced through the wind, all while maintaining his serene composure.

As the battle raged on, Morris began to feel the strain of maintaining his magical onslaught. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his movements became more frantic, trying to find an opening in the boy’s defense. But the boy, like a still lake, reflected every attack, absorbing the energy and redirecting it with calm efficiency.

In a final, desperate move, Morris gathered all his remaining power into a single, massive spell—a storm of raw energy that crackled and sparked, ready to engulf the entire platform. He unleashed it with a roar, the sheer force of it shaking the arena.

But the boy remained undaunted. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, centering himself, before stepping forward into the storm. His sword moved with blinding speed, a flurry of precise cuts that sliced through the heart of the spell, dissipating the energy in an instant.

The storm collapsed in on itself, leaving only the quiet boy standing amidst the dissipating light. He lowered his sword, the calm aura around him undisturbed, as Morris fell to one knee, exhausted and defeated.

The crowd erupted into applause, but the boy paid them no mind. He sheathed his sword with a quiet dignity, giving Morris a respectful nod. Despite his victory, there was no arrogance in his demeanor, only the stillness of a lake after a storm.

“The person who ordered me to do this is your brother” but before the boy walked off the platform, he suddenly spoke up in his usual tone.

But as soon as Morris heard him, his expression suddenly and drastically changed as a sudden chill began to emanate from his body while an image of a young man appeared unconsciously in his mind.

Morris’s elder brother is a tall, imposing figure with broad shoulders and a commanding presence. His hair is a deep shade of auburn, slicked back neatly, revealing a strong jawline and sharp, focused eyes that glint with intelligence and experience. His facial features are chiseled, with a slight scar running down the side of his left cheek, hinting at battles fought in the past. He wears a tailored, dark-colored uniform that accentuates his muscular build, with intricate patterns embroidered along the collar and cuffs. His expression is one of calm authority, exuding both confidence and a hint of sternness.

‘I will get you back for this’ Morris thought in determination as he slowly stood up from the platform and began to walk away.

“Winner in platform 3: Julian Bergen!!” Right at this moment, the sly looking middle aged man suddenly announced right after he glanced at the platform Morris is in.

But both him and Morris failed to notice two people who are currently standing at the edge above the arena. One of this said people is a young man who looks exactly like the young man Morris thought of not too long ago.

As for the other person, it is also a young man who stands with a posture that radiates discipline and confidence, his back straight and his gaze sharp. His short-cropped, jet-black hair is immaculately groomed, complementing his strong, angular features. His piercing eyes, a striking shade of steel gray, survey his surroundings with calculated precision. Dressed in a crisp, tailored uniform adorned with insignias of rank, he carries himself with the air of someone far beyond his years in experience. Every movement is deliberate and efficient, reflecting the intense training and natural talent that mark him as a military prodigy.

“I told you Julian will get the job done” said the young man who seems to be in the military as he had a satisfied smile on his face.

“Seems like I was wrong for doubting you earlier, forgive me” the other young man who apparently is Morris’s brother replied with an awkward smile on his face.

“It’s fine Drake. But from now on, I want you to know that you should never doubt me, not now or even when we will give this damn school a surprise” The young man replied to Morris’s brother with a sly smile now on his face.

“Got it” Drake conceited with a light smile on his face while he thought.

‘Am sorry Morris, but I just gotta show you your place’