Whispers of Worlds Beyond: A Series - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Distance Training Chapter 69: Distance Training The day was gray and overcast when the students gathered in the combat hall for their lesson with Professor Anwar.

Unlike their normal classroom, the room was vast, with high stone walls that were lined with ancient weapons and artifacts.

The air smelled faintly of metal and burnt wood from previous lessons.

Professor Anwar stood at the front of the room.

“Welcome to today’s lesson,” Professor Anwar began, his voice carrying across the room.

“Today, we’ll be focusing on countering your opponent’s magic based on distance.

Knowing how to adapt to your opponent’s range can mean the difference between winning and losing.” He gave a small nod toward the front of the class, where a long row of mats had been laid out.

“You will pair up with someone from your class.

Each pair will practice countering the other’s abilities while maintaining the appropriate distance.

I want you to think strategically and adjust to the situation.” As the class began, the students were arranged in pairs, each one standing across from their opponent, waiting for the signal to begin.

Among the pairs were Sevan and Aiden, Hanako and Emmeranne, Rupert and Jarek, Adrian and Peter, and Shiloh with Ivara.

Professor Anwar, as always, was standing at the front, his sharp eyes scanning each student.

“Remember, the key to countering is not only to react but to anticipate.

You must think about what your opponent will do next and adjust your stance accordingly.

Distance is everything.

Use it wisely.” With that, he gestured for the first pair to begin.

“Hanako and Emmeranne,” he called, and the two girls moved forward, each assuming a position opposite the other.

Hanako stood still, an air of calm around her, while Emmeranne was more focused and calculating.

The room grew tense as the two prepared to face off.

“Begin,” Professor Anwar’s voice rang out.

Hanako was the first to strike, a fluid motion of her katana slicing through the air.

Her style was fast and elegant, almost like a dance.

The blade was quick, aiming for Emmeranne’s side, but Emmeranne was faster.

She stepped to the side, twisting her wrist to block Hanako’s sword with the edge of her own.

The clash of metal rang out in the hall.

Aiden, Sevan, and Adrian watched from the sidelines, the tension palpable in the air.

Hanako’s swordplay was fluid and precise, the katana flowing as if it were an extension of her body.

Emmeranne, on the other hand, was quick and calculating, always staying just one step ahead.

“They’re good,” Sevan muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the way Emmeranne moved, dodging and countering with perfect timing.

Aiden nodded, but his eyes stayed on Hanako.

The way she flowed from one movement to the next, never hesitating, was a skill she had clearly mastered over time.

But Emmeranne wasn’t an easy opponent.

Her defense was perfect, her counters sharp and calculated.

As Hanako lunged again, Emmeranne blocked with ease, her stance steady as she pushed Hanako back.

Hanako moved again, her katana slicing through the air in an arc meant to catch Emmeranne off-guard.

But Emmeranne anticipated it, stepping backward and then raising her sword to deflect Hanako’s strike just in time.

They clashed again, swords meeting with a metallic clang.

Hanako tried to push forward, but Emmeranne’s grip on her sword tightened, her movements becoming sharper with each exchange.

Hanako’s strikes were powerful, but Emmeranne’s were faster.

“I hear the Jana family is good with swords.

I think they call it katana, though.” Adrian said.

“You can tell that she’s skilled.” “Her brother and sisters are our upperclassmen.” For a moment, it seemed like Hanako might get the upper hand, but then Emmeranne made a sudden move.

She shifted her weight, and in a single fluid motion, she pivoted to the side, evading Hanako’s katana before landing a strike on her shoulder.

The crowd gasped as Hanako stumbled slightly, surprised by the speed and precision of Emmeranne’s attack.

She quickly regained her balance, but Emmeranne didn’t let up.

She followed through, using her sword to press Hanako back.

Emmeranne’s strikes came faster now, the sound of metal ringing with each blow.

Hanako’s katana flashed as she attempted to block and counter, but Emmeranne’s movements were like a blur, her sword dancing in her hands with a practiced fluidity that left little room for Hanako to regain control.

“You’re getting slower,” Emmeranne said as she delivered a series of quick strikes.

It wasn’t just the speed of Emmeranne’s attacks that made her dangerous; it was the way she used every opening, every flaw in Hanako’s defense.

Emmeranne’s experience with combat had given her the ability to read her opponent’s moves almost before they happened, and Hanako was beginning to realize that.

Hanako attempted to regain some distance, but Emmeranne closed the gap again, the tips of their swords grazing against each other in a series of fast, controlled strikes.

Hanako’s breath began to quicken as she tried to find her footing again, but Emmeranne was relentless.

“Don’t get frustrated,” Emmeranne said coolly as Hanako swung again.

“Focus on your control without losing your speed.” Emmeranne then delivered a swift, calculated strike to Hanako’s side, knocking her off-balance, and before Hanako could recover, Emmeranne’s blade pressed against her throat, signaling the end of the duel.

The room fell silent.

Hanako stood there, panting, the tip of Emmeranne’s sword resting gently against her neck.

Hanako lowered her katana, nodding with a begrudging smile.

“I guess you win,” Hanako said, her voice tinged with respect.

Emmeranne withdrew her sword and took a step back, bowing slightly.

“That was a good fight.

Wanna spar sometime?” Professor Anwar stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he addressed the students.

“An excellent display of skill, Emmeranne.

You used timing and precision to gain the advantage over Hanako’s speed.

Remember, every battle has its rhythm.

Knowing when to strike and when to defend can be the difference between victory and defeat.” Hanako nodded, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“Sure,” she said with a smile, glancing at Emmeranne.

“I’ll get you next time.” Emmeranne simply smiled back, though there was a hint of challenge in her eyes.

“Next time.” Aiden, who had been watching closely, turned to Sevan and Adrian.

“I didn’t think Emmeranne would win that easily,” he said, his tone thoughtful.

“Her swordsmanship is incredible.”