“And we have a winner! Congratulations to Lett!!!!” – Leanne

I did it…

Lily is on the ground, she passed out from her injuries.

Just a moment later, I fall down myself.

The healers come in and help us.

They quickly heal her injuries, but for some reason, they can’t heal mine.

“It doesn’t work when you guys do it.” – Lily

She stands up like nothing happened and walks over to me.

She puts her left hand on me, and suddenly my injuries heal.

“I absorb moisture with my right hand, and I can put it back with my left. Only I can heal those injuries.” – Lily

Before I’m able to thank her, she walks back to her team.

Although she healed my injuries, I’m still so tired after using that attack, I can’t move…

How ironic, the winner is the one who seems to be in the worst condition…

Leanne picks me up and carries me back to my team.

“That was an amazing fight!! The score is now two to two! The next fight will decide which team wins! Will it be team Leon, or will it be team Shin? I can’t wait to find out! Anyways, let’s get on with it already! Kuro and Alex, you may get into the arena.” – Leanne

--- [Kuro’s perspective]

There was a time in my life when I didn’t know what true strength was.

…

I’ve always been naturally strong, stronger than anyone else around me.

For better or worse, that’s just how it’s always been.

My mother died giving birth to me.

I was simply too big; the only way to get me out was to cut her open.

It always made me stand out.

When I was only five years old, I was already 150 cm tall, and I had the strength of a grown man.

Although I don’t remember it very well myself, my father loves to tell me stories about how I would break all my toys.

I was apparently too strong for them…

Although my life had been pretty unusual up until this point, it was only at the age of seven that it really started being a problem.

As I was playing football with some other kids at the playground, a kid on my team passed the ball to me.

I was close to the goal, and he saw the opportunity for me to score.

I didn’t want to let him down, so I kicked the ball as hard as I could.

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The enemy goalie lunged himself towards the ball and stuck out his arms in order to catch it.

I saw the ball connecting with his hand, and I knew he caught it…

Disappointed in myself, I turned around to apologize to the teammate that passed to me, but for some reason he looked like he had seen a ghost…

I apologized, but he didn’t respond.

Confused, I asked what was wrong, but he just ignored me.

I walked up to him to ask him once again, but before I could get to him, I heard loud screams come from behind me.

I instinctively turned around.

It was the goalie…

From the looks of it, as he had caught the ball, the force was so strong that his shoulder dislocated, and his fingers broke.

That was the moment when I realized how strong I was…

I wasn’t like the other kids, I was…

Different…

As time went on, I started using my strength more and more.

I used it to get what I want, and no one could stop me.

I started thinking I was better than other people, simply because of how I was born.

My strength gave me everything.

Power, money, freedom…

Anything I wanted; I could get.

The power had totally gotten to my head.

It was like I was blessed by the Gods!

Well, at least that’s what I thought until I found out how much bigger the world really was…

After years of this, someone had finally had enough.

The older brother of one of my victims was a hunter.

A strong F-rank hunter who was even said to be on par with some E-rank hunters.

He beat me up so badly I couldn’t walk straight for over a month…

He showed me that my idea of strength was wrong, it wasn’t something you could get with muscles alone.

Divinity is the power of the Gods, the very essence of this world.

Nothing could ever hope to surpass it.

But after such a humiliating defeat, I was only motivated.

If I ever wanted to get back to where I once was, the strongest around, I had to master Divinity manipulation.

I started spending every day and night training.

Progress was slow at first, but soon enough, I got the hang of it.

I started getting stronger and stronger.

After years of training, I was way stronger using BDM, than I had ever been before.

The next step was to become a hunter.

I did the F-rank hunter exam, and I passed with flying colors.

I joined The Dwarfs Guild and started doing some missions.

After a few more years, my progress started stagnating…

The higher ranked people were still so unimaginably far away, and I was already starting to reach my peak…

As it was starting to sink in that I would never get back to where I once were, I fell into depression.

For a large portion of my life, I was strongest man around.

There was no one around me that could even hope to challenge me.

My strength gave me ultimate freedom.

Everything was perfect…

I wanted to get back to where I once was, but I couldn’t.

No matter how much I trained my BDM, I would never get as good at it as some others…

There was a time in my life when I didn’t know what true strength was.

This was that time.

I quit the guild and stopped being a hunter.

I was mistaken, I didn’t need to master Divinity at all.

My loss to that hunter had clouded my mind.

My younger self was the one that was right about everything.

Well, all but one thing that is…

I wasn’t blessed by the Gods at all, for I was the one who would surpass even the Gods themselves.

The only way to surpass the Gods, is by surpassing the power of the Gods.

That power is also known as Divinity…

I started training as hard as I possibly could.

Every.

Single.

Day.

My training with BDM couldn’t even compare.

In only a few months, my physical strength had surpassed my strength using BDM.

A couple more, and I was stronger than I would ever get using Divinity.

The only thing left to do now was to beat the man who once beat me.

I tracked him down and challenged him to a fight.

It was now many years since our first fight, and he had ranked up…

Last time he was merely compared to E-rank hunters, now he was one.

That however, was not enough to stop me.

Three blows…

That was all it took for him to die.

The man who had once led me astray using the power of the Gods, had been defeated by my own strength.

I re-did the F-rank exam, and I obviously passed.

The Dwarfs did not invite me back, so I joined a different guild instead; Atlas.

I could have passed the E-rank exams whenever I wanted to; there was no rush.

The only reason I didn’t enter before was just because I was too busy training.

This year however, I was able to make it.

My strength is ever growing; it’s nothing like it was back when I beat that E-rank hunter.

These F-rank hunters are mere ants compared to me.

There is no doubt that I will win the final match.