Levi Atramov stirred the crowd into a frenzy with his booming voice. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his tone brimming with excitement, "you have now met the remarkable women who will shape the future of the Arknights. But now," he paused, letting the tension build, "it's time to meet the men!"
The arena erupted in a deafening roar. It was well-known that the men were often the strength of the Arknight institution, the foundation on which its power rested. These male Arknights were the crown jewels of their generation, wielding power that made them akin to kings. They could command nearly anything they desired, their influence only limited by the duties they upheld and the lines they dared not cross. The people were eager to see whether this new generation would surpass the last, which had been largely seen as a disappointment—except for the exceptional Yusei Subaru, who had shouldered the weight of his era alone.
Key figures in the crowd leaned forward in their seats, their anticipation palpable. Among them was Yusei Subaru himself, seated near Reikou Tadashima in the royal box of the Zaurelias Empire. The two Arknights, the pinnacle of the previous generations, radiated an aura of immense power, yet it was clear that there was no love lost between them. Their energies clashed subtly, a testament to their rivalry and differing philosophies, though both served as symbols of the Empire's strength.
At the center of another royal box stood Sultan Mehmet, a man in his late twenties with a sharp, regal presence. He had olive-toned skin that seemed to glow under the lights, and his dark hair was neatly styled, with a short beard framing his chiseled jawline. His eyes, a deep, penetrating brown, missed nothing as they scanned the arena. Clad in luxurious robes of rich burgundy and gold, his attire reflected his status, but it was his composure and the slight upward tilt of his lips that hinted at his deep admiration for the Arknights. Sultan Mehmet was known for his hands-on approach to leadership, and his presence here was more than ceremonial—he was already planning visits to the Academy to oversee the training of these new Arknights himself.
Standing next to the Sultan was a gruff-looking man in his early forties. Though his appearance was far less regal, he commanded respect in his own right. At about 176 cm tall, his body was built with aesthetic bulk, muscles sculpted through a life of hard work rather than idle luxury. His olive skin was weathered, his brown hair unruly, and a gruff beard covered his strong jawline. He wore what seemed to be village clothes—simple, functional, and unadorned—yet the air around him was heavy with an almost tangible pressure. His hands, resting calmly at his sides, were fitted with stone knuckledusters, the only nod to his formidable nature. With a playful glint in his eye, the Sultan teased, "My friend, you look as though you've just come from the fields. Are you sure you're dressed for such an occasion?" The man replied in a deep, serious voice, "A man of character is not concerned with his outer appearance." The Sultan merely smiled, appreciating the man’s steadfastness.
Across the arena, in another suite, sat the royal family of the United Kingdom of Aurelian. The king, a dignified figure with fair skin, piercing blue eyes, and silvered hair, sat tall and composed, exuding the authority of a seasoned ruler. Beside him were his children: the prince, with the same strong jawline and fair hair as his father, exuded youthful vigor and curiosity, while the princess, with long, flowing blonde hair and a serene expression, watched the proceedings with quiet interest.
Next to them was Hanz Goldstone, Patriarch of the Goldstone Family. Dressed in a light blue and white suit that matched his icy blue eyes and pale blonde hair, Hanz cut a figure of elegance and authority. His gaze, however, was focused entirely on Reikou Tadashima across the arena. The rivalry between them was an open secret—each had a known male Arknight from their lineage, and today’s introductions would be a test of which bloodline would assert its dominance in this new generation. Hanz’s expression was one of intense competitiveness, his entire being geared towards witnessing the fierceness that would be unveiled on the arena floor.
In another section of the arena sat the representatives from the Butchonsaw Republic. Although not all of their most prominent leaders were present, the Vonstrakov Family—a household renowned across the world for its power—stood tall in their place. The Patriarch, Ifumeni Vonstrakov, was a figure of imposing stature. His dark skin was contrasted by the gleaming gold and red of his ceremonial robes, and his eyes, sharp and discerning, missed nothing. Unlike the others, he did not have a son among the Arknights, but there was a secret talent from their Republic that he knew the world was not yet prepared for. As Ifumeni watched on, a quiet confidence radiated from him—this would be a day the world would remember.
The crowd held its breath in anticipation, their eyes glued to the stage. The young women, now lined up along the left, waited with patience and grace, holding hands in a show of unity and strength. The stage was set, and the arena buzzed with excitement as the time for the introduction of the male Arknights drew near.
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The crowd's excitement reached a new peak as Levi Atramov prepared to introduce the first of the male Arknights. The arena hushed slightly, the anticipation almost palpable. "And now," Levi's voice rang out, "the first of our young men, an Arknight who is already making history as the youngest ever admitted into the Academy. I present to you, Azrael—The Shadow Arknight!"
As Azrael stepped onto the stage, the audience collectively gasped. He was clearly young, perhaps no more than twelve, his presence starkly different from the older, more seasoned Arknights they were accustomed to seeing. His dark hair and pale skin, combined with his piercing black eyes, gave him an almost ghostly appearance as he moved with an eerie calmness. The crowd began to murmur, whispers spreading like wildfire. How could someone so young have the power worthy of the Academy?
Levi continued, sensing the crowd's unease. "Do not be fooled by his age, for Azrael carries within him tremendous potential and power. An orphan, yes, but also a force to be reckoned with. Alongside our next Arknight, he crippled one of the most powerful and corrupt Kuge in the Zaurelias Empire!"
The mention of such a feat caused another ripple of shock to spread through the audience. Yusei Subaru, seated in the Zaurelias Empire's royal box, leaned forward, intrigued by this new revelation. His eyes flickered with interest as he studied the boy on the stage. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of surprise, but it quickly shifted to suspicion as he glanced over at Reikou Tadashima. Reikou, however, remained impassive, as if he had expected this. Yusei sighed inwardly, wondering just how many secret protégés Reikou might be harboring.
Before the crowd could fully digest the introduction of Azrael, the arena was suddenly engulfed in flames from all sides. Panic rippled through the audience, but just as quickly as the flames had appeared, they vanished. The viewers were left in a state of stunned silence, their hearts racing from the sudden display of power.
Levi Atramov, clearly caught off guard, wiped the sweat from his brow as he readjusted himself to continue the introductions. "And now," he announced with a slightly shaky voice, "we have before us another extraordinary talent, one who commands fire itself—Blaze, The Flame Arknight!"
Blaze strode onto the stage with a confidence that was almost tangible. His presence was commanding, every step exuding power and authority. His intense gaze swept over the crowd, as if daring anyone to question his strength. The fire that had just blazed across the arena seemed to have been a mere extension of his will, a demonstration of the immense power he carried within him.
The crowd murmured in awe, their whispers filled with both excitement and trepidation. It had been many generations since a fire-based Arknight had been seen, and the prospect of witnessing one in their lifetime filled them with both hope and reverence. Historically, fire Arknights were among the most formidable, their power often unmatched in battle.
Blaze paused in the center of the stage, his eyes burning with intensity as he raised his voice, addressing the audience directly. "Remember this moment," he declared, his tone bold and unyielding. "For I am the greatest Arknight the world will ever see! A warrior whose name will echo throughout history as the most powerful Arknight to ever live!"
The arena was shaken by the sheer audacity of his words. The crowd, initially stunned by such a declaration, began to cheer, their excitement building once more. Blaze’s arrogance, combined with his undeniable power, left an indelible impression on everyone present.
In the royal box, Yusei Subaru's eyes narrowed as he once again glanced at Reikou Tadashima. Reikou's expression remained unchanged, but Yusei's mind was now racing with questions. How many secrets was Reikou keeping? And how had he remained so composed in the face of such a bold and unprecedented introduction?
Meanwhile, the standing royal families and onlookers from across the realm were equally impressed and surprised by Blaze’s confidence. The girls of the new generation, standing in line on the stage, couldn’t help but glance over at him with newfound interest. Emma Goldstone, in particular, was intrigued. Leaning over to Aurora Ravenheim, she whispered with a smirk, "He’s pretty tall and strong, don’t you think?"
Aurora, her gaze still fixed on Blaze, replied with a calm, measured tone. "He’s not my type, but he’s certainly everything you just said."
The atmosphere in the arena was electric. The introduction of the male Arknights had begun with a bang—literally—and it was clear that this generation would be anything but ordinary. The crowd waited with bated breath for the next introduction, eager to see who else would join this formidable group.
Yusei Subaru immediately recognized the strength and potential of the young man who had set the arena ablaze. He couldn’t help but let a grin spread across his face as he thought, “This one’s got potential. Could be a good rival for Haru. This generation might turn out better than expected.”
He shifted his gaze over to Aurora, standing with the other newly introduced female Arknights. When she noticed his eyes on her, she smiled, and Yusei, ever the cocky mentor, grinned back, thinking to himself, “I wonder how she’ll react to seeing Haru come to the stage. It’s been a while since they last saw each other. This is going to be interesting.” Aurora swiftly rolled her eyes at his usual behavior, which only made his grin widen. He was clearly enjoying the anticipation of the coming interactions.
The announcer's voice echoed through the arena, pulling the attention of the crowd back to the stage.
“Next, we have Matteo Amador—the Vine Arknight!” the announcer boomed. Matteo strode confidently onto the stage, his presence calm yet commanding. “A member of the distinguished Amador family, Matteo is the twin brother of Luella Amador, our newly introduced Flower Arknight! Twin Arknights, ladies and gentlemen—how rare and extraordinary!” The crowd erupted into cheers, clearly thrilled by the prospect of twins both being admitted into the Academy.
Matteo’s outfit was a striking combination of green and earthy tones, adorned with intricate patterns of vines and flowers that seemed to almost blend into his skin. His dark hair, tousled just enough to be stylish, complemented his serene yet powerful aura. As he approached the center of the stage, he moved with a natural grace, as if the very earth beneath his feet was guiding his steps.
Matteo turned and caught sight of his sister, Luella, among the female Arknights. She smiled at him, a simple yet meaningful gesture of sibling solidarity. Matteo returned the smile with a nod, then took his place next to Blaze.
The announcer, clearly still buzzing with excitement, continued, “The Amador twins—both Arknights—are surely a sign of the incredible potential this new generation holds! Let’s hear it for Matteo Amador, the Vine Arknight!”
The crowd responded with another wave of applause, though Matteo didn’t seem to need it. Unlike Blaze, whose entrance had been a blazing statement of power and confidence, Matteo’s was more subdued, rooted in quiet strength and poise. He didn’t need to declare his strength; it was evident in his very being. This generation was indeed going to be one to watch.
The atmosphere in the grand arena shifted noticeably as the next participant was brought onto the stage. Unlike the confident, powerful presences that had come before, this young man seemed to carry a more reserved and shy demeanor. He walked onto the stage with an evident lack of confidence, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his steps hesitant. The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, whispers of doubt and speculation spreading quickly. However, the people from the Kalkan Federation cheered warmly, determined to support their representative despite the clear difference in his demeanor compared to the others. The support, though, was more out of hope than expectation.
The announcer’s voice cut through the murmurs, “And now, representing the Kalkan Federation, we have Aslan Yusiger—the Blood Arknight!”
Aslan did his best to stand straight and maintain a semblance of composure. Despite his obvious nervousness, he managed a small, polite smile. At home, his mother, surrounded by her maids, watched with pride, beaming with joy at her son’s presence on such a grand stage. The Kalkan Federation had long struggled to produce powerful Arknights; it was an unfortunate reality that Kalkan Arknights often didn’t make it into the Academy at all. Their own Academy had seen three generations pass without producing an Arknight of notable strength, and while Aslan’s selection was something to celebrate, it was also a source of great pressure for the young man. The weight of expectations—both those from his Federation and those imposed by himself—was almost visible in the way he carried himself.
Aslan was noticeably thinner and less physically imposing compared to his peers. The other Arknights, many of whom had already shown remarkable strength and confidence, barely glanced at him, the lack of respect palpable. To them, Aslan seemed below average, someone who had managed to get in, but who didn’t yet belong.
However, there was one detail that the crowd couldn’t ignore: his eyes. The bright, piercing red of his irises immediately set off a wave of whispers and speculations. *A vampire? Could he be one of them?* The crowd buzzed with rumors and theories, some people already contemplating the implications of having a vampire represent their Federation. The idea alone was enough to stir unrest, with tension beginning to rise in certain sections of the audience.
Just as it seemed the murmurs might escalate into something more, the Sultan of the Kalkan Federation stood up, his presence commanding immediate attention. He smiled warmly and began to applaud the young man on stage. His applause was a clear sign of support, and as the Announcer quickly pointed out, the Sultan’s approval had a calming effect on the crowd. Aslan, in response, bowed deeply, his respect and gratitude evident in the gesture. The Sultan’s endorsement quelled the immediate desires for protest among the people, at least for the time being. They knew better than to challenge the Sultan’s decision, especially in such a public and important setting.
The gruff man standing near the Sultan, who had been observing the situation closely, leaned in and asked, “Why’d you do that? It wouldn’t have affected your plans too much if the boy didn’t make it, and now you might have some complications if he doesn’t perform.”
The Sultan, his young face calm but thoughtful, replied without hesitation, “An Arknight is an Arknight, no matter the race. Every generation needs a chance to prove itself, and if the boy has been chosen, he deserves his shot just like the rest.” His tone carried the weight of his conviction, making it clear that his decision was final.
As the Announcer continued, his voice filled with pride, he declared, "Now it is time for the Butchonsaw Republic’s time to shine, as usual!" The excitement in his tone was contagious, immediately igniting a wave of energy throughout the arena. The people of the Butchonsaw Republic erupted in cheers and began to dance in their vibrant, traditional manner, ready to celebrate their representative's reveal.
With the spotlight on the stage, the first of the Butchonsaw Arknights was introduced. A young man walked out confidently, his presence commanding attention. "Enri Volkanov—The Forge Arknight!" the Announcer called out, his voice echoing across the grand arena. The cheers grew even louder as Enri made his way to the center of the stage, smiling and waving to the crowd, acknowledging their support.
Enri was a striking figure, standing short at 164cm, his muscles toned and his stance strong, as one might expect from someone who worked with fire and metal. His long black hair was tied back, keeping it out of his determined eyes. He wore an apron over his dark, well-fitted clothes, the armor on his arms gleaming under the arena lights, a testament to his skill and craftsmanship. His broad shoulders and confident posture indicated that while he was a support Arknight, he was a crucial one, capable of providing strength to his allies through the weapons and tools he would forge.
The crowd from his homeland danced even more vigorously, proud of their representative. Enri's role might not have been as flashy as others, but it was clear from his demeanor that he understood the importance of his abilities. He knew his strength was in support, in crafting the tools that could turn the tide of battle, and he accepted it with pride.
As Enri took his place among the other Arknights, the Butchonsaw Republic continued their jubilant celebrations, confident that their nation had sent forth a capable and strong representative, someone who would ensure that their legacy of crafting and forging continued to shine brightly on the world stage.
The next to step forward held even more prestige. As the figure emerged onto the stage, the entire crowd fell into an almost unnatural quiet, their collective breaths held as they absorbed the presence of the one who had arrived. Yusei Subaru’s smile widened, a mix of pride and nostalgia crossing his face as he recognized his former pupil.
The figure that stepped into the spotlight was imposing, not just in stature but in the sheer force of his presence. Standing at 180 cm, he carried a calm, powerful aura that radiated strength with every breath he took. His appearance was striking—his head was shaved clean, accentuating his sharp, chiseled features. His skin was a rich, earthy tone, and his eyes, dark and focused, seemed to bore into the soul of anyone who met his gaze. His physique was lean yet muscular, built from years of rigorous training, every muscle honed to perfection.
He wore a simple, sleeveless brown robe that exposed his muscular arms and broad chest. The robe was cinched at the waist with a thick, coarse rope, further emphasizing his well-defined torso. The minimalistic attire was a stark contrast to the ornate outfits of some of the other Arknights, but it only served to highlight the raw, unadulterated strength he possessed. His entire demeanor was that of a warrior who needed no embellishments to prove his power; his presence alone was enough.
The Vonstrakov family stood proud, alongside Ashelyn and Enri, who both smiled confidently as their star representative took center stage.
The Announcer seemed to hesitate, almost gulping as he gathered the courage to speak. “The Sandstorm Arknight—Callus Imanov!” he finally announced, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of the name. The murmurs in the crowd rose like a wave, but it was the reactions of those who mattered most that spoke volumes.
For the first time, even Reikou Tadashima was visibly surprised. His eyes, usually so unreadable, were wide open in pure astonishment. This was a formidable presence, one that even he had not fully anticipated. Yusei glanced over at Reikou, catching the rare moment of surprise, and a knowing grin tugged at his lips.
It was becoming increasingly clear that this generation was destined to be the strongest yet. With so many powerful contenders already revealed, and Callus standing out even among them, the future of the Arknights was brimming with potential—and with it, the promise of intense rivalry and unimaginable feats. The crowd, sensing the gravity of this moment, erupted in applause, their excitement now reaching fever pitch.
The next Arknight to step forward brought an unexpected twist to the proceedings, one that elicited both amusement and surprise from the audience. It was none other than Angel Goldstone, the embodiment of a carefree spirit, who strolled onto the stage with a nonchalance that made it seem as though he was attending a casual gathering rather than the grand unveiling of the next generation of Arknights. His demeanor was so relaxed that it almost appeared as though he was simply there for a party, not a momentous event that could shape the future of the realm.
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Angel's wings, large and radiant, flared up behind him, almost as if they were trying to coax him into taking the situation more seriously. But Angel, with his ever-present, easygoing smile, merely waved at the crowd with a playful twinkle in his eye, utterly unfazed by the gravity of the occasion. He came to a stop beside Callus Imanov, the stark contrast between them making the moment even more humorous. While Callus radiated a calm yet formidable presence, Angel looked like he was about to kick back and enjoy the show.
The crowd from the United Kingdom of Aurelian cheered, albeit with some hesitation. This was their first male Arknight being presented, and his demeanor was not exactly what they had expected. In the royal box, the Goldstone Patriarch felt a twinge of embarrassment at the sight of his nephew's relaxed attitude. He knew Angel's potential and had confidence that his son would ultimately deliver on behalf of the family, but this was not quite the representation he had hoped for.
Yusei Subaru, however, was entirely unsurprised. He had spent enough time around Angel during the journey to the Academy to understand that this was simply who Angel was—a laid-back, cheerful young man who seemed to drift through life with a smile on his face. The Announcer, catching the light-hearted atmosphere, couldn’t help but make a joke about Angel’s unhurried pace and his chilled-out personality.
"And now, coming to the stage with no rush whatsoever," the Announcer quipped, "we have the ever-relaxed Light Arknight—Angel Goldstone!"
There were a few murmurs in the crowd at this announcement. Traditionally, Light Arknights were known for their noble, serious, and chivalrous demeanor, embodying the very essence of duty and honor. Angel’s cheerful, almost playful disposition seemed at odds with these expectations. Furthermore, the sight of his wings sparked additional whispers. It was uncommon, if not unprecedented, for an Arknight to develop new physical attributes, and many in the audience were witnessing wings on an Arknight for the first time.
His peers, already questioning his seriousness, began to lose respect for him, muttering among themselves about his apparent lack of gravitas. But Angel, true to his nature, didn’t seem to care in the slightest about their opinions. He was entirely comfortable in his own skin, wings and all.
However, when Angel glanced towards the Goldstone Patriarch, he saw the stern expression on his uncle’s face, a silent warning that he needed to do something to redeem himself. Deciding to make an impression, Angel suddenly launched himself into the air with a powerful beat of his wings, taking off so quickly that it left many in the crowd gasping in surprise.
As he ascended, Angel began to perform a series of acrobatic maneuvers that defied belief. He twirled through the air with the grace of a dancer, his wings slicing through the sky in precise, controlled movements. He executed a rapid corkscrew, spiraling upwards with such speed that he became a blur of light and motion. Then, with a fluid, effortless motion, he transitioned into a series of barrel rolls, each roll perfectly timed and executed. The crowd's initial murmurs of doubt quickly transformed into gasps of awe and then into raucous applause.
But Angel wasn’t done yet. He suddenly shot upwards, higher than anyone had expected, before flipping backward into a graceful dive. He plummeted towards the stage, his wings tucked in close, gaining speed. Just as it seemed he would crash, he flared out his wings, catching the air and pulling up in a smooth arc that brought him gently back to the ground. He landed with the poise of a seasoned performer, bowing deeply to the audience, who erupted into thunderous applause.
For a moment, even his peers were silent, their previous judgments momentarily forgotten in the wake of his stunning display. Angel, completely unfazed by the spectacle he had just created, returned to his usual, relaxed self, his smile as wide as ever. He casually waved once more at the crowd before settling back into his place beside Callus, clearly satisfied that he had made his point—and more importantly, that he had kept his uncle from scolding him later.
The crowd, now fully captivated by this young Arknight who had defied their expectations, continued to cheer, their respect for him restored, even if he still carried that easygoing air. Angel had proven that while he might be relaxed, he was no less formidable than the other Arknights presented that day.
The Announcer, sensing the anticipation in the air, moved on to introduce the next member of The United Kingdom of Aurelian. With a dramatic flair, he called forth Lawrence Goldstone. As Lawrence stepped forward, the crowd erupted in an explosion of cheers that dwarfed all previous reactions. He was a figure of renown, already known for his formidable strength and potential. Among the new Arknights, he was undoubtedly one of the two most famous names, a young man whose reputation had preceded him.
Lawrence Goldstone, standing at 170 cm, projected an aura that made him seem taller in stature. His presence was commanding, his confidence palpable. With his platinum-blonde hair tousled perfectly and piercing blue eyes that seemed to mirror the very ocean he commanded, he was the embodiment of strength and elegance. His attire was intricate, blending elements of both warrior and noble—his white shirt partially open, revealing a crisscrossing of netted material over his chest, and his elaborate, ocean-themed armor adorned with blue gems and intricate designs that looked as though they had been forged from the sea itself. In his hand, he held a massive trident, an extension of his power over water, the prongs gleaming with a dangerous beauty.
As he made his way to the center of the stage, Aurora and Emma clapped enthusiastically, their faces lit with admiration. The audience’s response was deafening; whistles and cheers filled the arena as people clamored to show their support for one of the continent's most promising stars. Despite the overwhelming adulation, Lawrence maintained a stoic composure. He stood tall, surveying the arena with a calm, collected gaze before he respectfully bowed to all four corners of the arena, acknowledging the support of every person present.
Yusei Subaru looked at his former student with a sense of pride, reflecting on how far Lawrence had come since his days of training. Meanwhile, Reikou Tadashima’s intense focus was fixed on the young Arknight, his eyes betraying no emotion but a deep, stoic intensity. It was clear that Reikou saw something in Lawrence that warranted his undivided attention. In contrast, Hanz Goldstone, Lawrence’s father, was beaming with joy, his excitement barely contained as he witnessed the undeniable popularity and promise of his son.
The Announcer, barely able to contain his own enthusiasm, continued, “Ladies and gentlemen, it brings me great pleasure to present one of our continent’s shining stars. We are all so glad to see him in good health, ready to take on the mantle of greatness. I give you... The Tsunami Arknight—Lawrence Goldstone!”
The crowd's cheers grew even louder, the arena shaking with the force of their admiration and excitement. Lawrence, standing amidst the thunderous applause, remained composed, a calm yet powerful force ready to make his mark on the world as one of the next great Arknights.
The air in the arena crackled with electricity as the Announcer prepared to introduce the next Arknight. The anticipation was palpable, and the entire crowd seemed to hold its breath in unison. It was time for The Zaurelias Empire to send out their greatest star, and the very thought sent ripples of excitement through the stands. The crowd erupted in cheers even before he appeared, as if they could sense the magnitude of the moment.
With a stride that exuded unmistakable confidence, Luis Tadashima emerged, his presence alone enough to command the attention of every eye in the arena. He walked with a swagger, a natural charisma that swayed the crowd effortlessly. Taking his place on the podium right next to Lawrence Goldstone, the tension between the two rival families became almost tangible. To every Goldstone, there had always been a Tadashima, and once again, history repeated itself as these two titans of the younger generation stood side by side.
In the Zaurelias Empire’s royal box, Reikou Tadashima stood tall, his eyes fixed proudly on his son. He clapped along with the crowd, though his gaze held a deeper connection, a father’s pride intertwined with the weight of legacy. Luis was not just another Arknight; he was the most famous young Arknight in the world, a title that carried with it both admiration and expectation. The crowd's response was nothing short of a roar, a tidal wave of adoration that swept through the arena.
The Announcer, clearly aware of the significance of this moment, took his time, building up the anticipation to a fever pitch. His voice rang out across the arena, carrying an epic prelude that set the stage for the young Arknight’s introduction.
"And now, before you all, I present the most radiant star of The Zaurelias Empire, the one whose name has echoed across every corner of our continent. The son of the Great Reikou Tadashima, he is the Explosion Arknight—Luis Tadashima, the Vibrant Star of The Zaurelias Empire!"
The crowd erupted into an even greater frenzy, if that were possible, as Luis basked in the adulation. From all over the continent, people roared his name, their cheers a testament to his already legendary status. Even Hanz Goldstone, standing in his box, couldn't hide his irritation. His annoyance was clear as he watched the boy who had managed to surpass even his own son’s performance. Luis stood there like a legend in the making, a figure who seemed destined to etch his name into the annals of history.
As the cheers continued to echo through the arena, Reikou couldn't help but reflect, his thoughts tinged with a touch of fatherly concern. "Why isn't he doing the pose? The same one I did when I was his age...?"* Reikou wondered silently. His mind raced as he watched his son, the question gnawing at him. But then, all at once, his eyes widened in realization.
The stadium seemed to hold its breath, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as Yusei Subaru, ever calm and collected, prepared himself for the final reveal. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips—this was the moment everyone had been waiting for. Suddenly, as if the very heavens had split open, a crack of thunder reverberated through the arena, and a powerful gust of wind swept across the stadium, leaving the audience breathless. In a flash, so quick it was almost impossible to perceive, the last podium was no longer empty. Haru Tadashima had appeared, standing there with an aura that commanded attention.
The crowd was struck by a wave of confusion and awe. Whispers spread like wildfire through the stadium. Who was this boy who had seemingly manipulated both wind and electricity, electricity had never been wielded together by any Arknight in history? The mystery only deepened as they pondered how he could wield wind when Emma Goldstone was already known as the Tempest Arknight. The arena fell into a hushed silence as every eye in the vast space fixated on Haru.
In a distant part of the continent, Haru’s mother watched, tears of pride streaming down her face as she cheered for her son with unbridled joy. The other Arknights, standing tall on their podiums, felt a shift in the atmosphere. Haru didn’t merely accept his place; he stepped forward, moving ahead of the others with a confidence that was impossible to ignore. Luis Tadashima, his brother, smiled knowingly, while Blaze, Emma, and the rest of the Arknights looked on, their curiosity piqued by this enigmatic figure. Aslan, standing on his podium, allowed a smile to cross his lips, but it was Aurora who was most visibly affected. Her eyes widened in recognition and amazement.
The crowd's silence was suffocating, their collective breath held in anticipation of the next words from the Announcer. And when he spoke, it was with a voice that grew more incredulous with each passing word.
"People of the Empire, I give you Haru Tadashima—" The crowd murmured in shock, the Tadashima name causing immediate ripples. But the Announcer continued, his voice shaking with the weight of each revelation. "—the firstborn secret son of Reikou Tadashima, the chosen apprentice of Yusei Subaru!"
Gasps echoed through the stadium, as if the air itself had been knocked out of everyone present. The revelation hit like a sledgehammer, and the shock only mounted as the Announcer went on.
"The first Arknight to harness the power of Lightning—" The crowd erupted into frantic whispers, disbelief hanging in the air like a thick fog.
"—and the first Arknight to wield Dual Elements!" The Announcer’s voice trembled as he spoke, the shock of it all almost too much to bear. "The Dream of The Zaurelias Empire—THE THUNDERSTORM ARKNIGHT!"
In that moment, Haru lifted his twin katanas, their blades shimmering with latent energy. He crossed them together in an X shape, a gesture so familiar yet so audacious in its execution. With a swift motion, he slashed them down onto the ground, a display that sent a shockwave through the arena. Reikou Tadashima’s eyes widened in realization and shock, his mind reeling at the implications of what he had just witnessed. His signature move, the very embodiment of his legacy, had been claimed by the son he had abandoned. And more than that—Luis was smiling and clapping, giving his silent approval of his brother’s actions.
Reikou gritted his teeth, forcing a smile as he clapped along with the rest of the crowd. He knew he had to play his part, to control the narrative around this stunning development, but inside, he seethed. Both he and Yusei Subaru stood, clapping in unison, presenting a united front, though their thoughts were worlds apart. Meanwhile, Hanz Goldstone’s face twisted in anger, the crowd’s thunderous applause only deepening his frustration. How had Reikou and Yusei, two sworn rivals, conspired to create such a powerful alliance? How had this come to pass?
The Sultan, standing tall at the front of his box, couldn’t help but be impressed. His stern expression softened slightly as he watched this unparalleled talent. How had he never heard of such a prodigy? The mysteries surrounding Haru Tadashima only deepened, but one thing was clear—the world had just witnessed the rise of an Arknight who would change everything.
As the crowd's thunderous applause began to die down, Haru Tadashima took a step forward, his presence demanding attention. The entire stadium fell silent once more as he raised his voice, filled with an unshakable confidence. "I am Haru Tadashima, the Future Greatest Arknight to ever live!" His proclamation echoed through the arena, leaving no room for doubt. The words hung heavy in the air, and Blaze, standing on his own podium, couldn't help but knot his brow in a mix of challenge and irritation.
But Haru wasn’t finished. "I will be the one to destroy The Breacher threat once and for all!" His voice boomed, resonating with an almost prophetic certainty. "When I am finished in this world, it will be a completely different place from what you see now. What you believe about this world will change forever!"
As he spoke, Haru felt the presence of Seisaku within him, a powerful force that gave him even greater resolve. He performed a cross sign with his katanas, a gesture that held deep meaning, and when he pointed towards the sky, a deafening clap of thunder rolled through the clouds above, accompanied by flashes of lightning that illuminated the stadium. This was his entrance, one that would be remembered for generations. With a cold, unyielding swagger, he turned and walked back to his podium, the eyes of every Arknight following him with a mix of awe and respect.
Aurora, standing among her peers, found herself lost in thought, her mind fixated on Haru. She had spaced out, the sheer impact of his presence leaving her momentarily stunned. It wasn’t until Emma gently shook her, bringing her back to reality, that she snapped out of it. "Do you like him?" Emma teased, a playful smile on her lips as she noticed Aurora’s flustered state.
Aurora blushed furiously, her face a deep shade of red as she stammered, "No! Of course not!" Her denial was unconvincing, but then, with a more serious tone, she added, "But... I know him." It was a truth she couldn't deny, even if her feelings remained complicated.
Haru reached his podium, but before he could fully settle in, Luis Tadashima stepped forward and quickly grabbed his arm, lifting it high into the air. The gesture was a powerful statement, one that symbolized the unity of the Tadashima household. The crowd erupted in applause once more, their cheers filling the stadium as Reikou Tadashima clapped along, his expression carefully neutral.
The Announcer, recovering from the spectacle, couldn’t help but comment, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Ladies and gentlemen, what a show of unity and power from the Tadashima family! It seems the bond between these brothers is as unbreakable as their resolve. Truly, this generation is shaping up to be one for the history books!"
Emma watched the display with wide eyes, a teasing smile forming on her lips. "Looks like we’re going to have a good chat about this later," she remarked, her tone playful yet curious. The implications of this alliance were vast, and she was eager to understand the dynamics at play.
The stage was set, the players revealed, but the story was only just beginning. The future of the Arknights, the fate of the world, and the hidden truths that Haru had alluded to were now at the forefront of everyone’s minds. The arena buzzed with energy, and the anticipation for what was to come next was palpable.
The Announcer, with a flourish and a commanding presence, addressed the audience once more as the excitement in the arena reached its peak. "Ladies and gentlemen, as we approach the end of this spectacular showcase, remember, you will see these Arknights again—whether in action or in the upcoming tournaments!" His voice echoed through the vast stadium, keeping the crowd on the edge of their seats. "But before we conclude, we have a historic announcement to make."
The Announcer took a deep breath, his tone becoming more solemn as he prepared the crowd for what was to come. "For the first time in the Academy’s storied history, there will be a new way of doing things. And to present this change, please welcome the esteemed Principal of the Academy, Ali-Solomon Demir the Seventh!"
The crowd murmured with curiosity as a figure stepped forward. Ali-Solomon Demir was a man of commanding presence, standing tall with a broad frame that exuded both strength and wisdom. His skin was a rich, warm brown, and his hair was dark and closely cropped, with streaks of silver at the temples, signifying both his experience and his age. His eyes were sharp, a deep amber that seemed to pierce through anyone who met his gaze, filled with the weight of decades of leadership. He wore the traditional robes of his station, a deep indigo trimmed with gold, symbolizing the authority and history of the Academy. On his chest, he bore the emblem of the Arknights—two crossed swords surrounded by a wreath of laurels, a mark of honor that reflected his long-standing service to the institution.
Ali-Solomon stepped up to the podium, his robes billowing slightly with the movement, and surveyed the new generation of Arknights standing before him. They looked strong and formidable, each one a testament to the rigorous selection process that had brought them here. Even Aslan, with his nervous demeanor, and Angel, with his carefree attitude, held a place of importance in this gathering. The weight of their future, the responsibility that came with being an Arknight, hung in the air.
"Welcome, new Arknights," Ali-Solomon began, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the authority of a man who had seen many generations pass through these halls. "You have been chosen to undergo this rigorous two-year course to prepare you for the challenges that lie ahead in the greater world. Use your time here wisely and preciously, for the lessons you learn will shape the rest of your lives."
He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in before continuing. "But today, I stand before you to announce something unprecedented. For the first time in the Academy's history, there will no longer be two separate classes. Instead, you will all be united into one class."
The students exchanged surprised glances, the shock palpable among them. This change was significant—an indication that the Academy was shifting its traditions in response to the evolving world.
Ali-Solomon continued, his tone unwavering. "The original dorm for Class 2 will now become the Girls' Exclusive Dorm, and Class 1's dorm will be for the Boys. This restructuring is designed to foster both competition and camaraderie among you, as allies who will one day stand together against the threats to our world."
He let the announcement settle before delivering the next piece of news. "To keep the spirit of competition alive, and to push each of you to your utmost potential, there will be rankings assigned to every Arknight in this new class. These rankings will be based on your overall ability, acumen, and results, and they will be given to you tomorrow. Know this—your ranking will play a crucial role in determining the quality of your life here over the next two years."
The crowd buzzed with excitement, the students standing a little straighter as the weight of these words settled in. The competition had just become more intense, and the stakes were higher than ever.
Ali-Solomon raised a hand to quiet the crowd before delivering the final, most anticipated news. "And that is not all. There is even bigger news, news that concerns the common people."
The arena erupted in excitement, the audience unable to contain their anticipation. What could be more significant than the changes already announced? The Principal stood tall, his presence commanding the attention of everyone present, as he prepared to reveal the final piece of the puzzle that would shape the future of these Arknights—and the world they were destined to protect.
Ali-Solomon Demir, with the crowd’s full attention on him, allowed a brief moment of silence before continuing his monumental announcement. His deep voice resonated through the arena as he spoke, "As is tradition, at the end of your first year, the prestigious King & Queen Tournament will take place. However, this time, we are breaking tradition. Instead of limiting the contestants to only those within our Academy, we will be opening the competition to all Arknights between the ages of 10 to 25."
The revelation sent a ripple of murmurs through the crowd, the excitement palpable as they absorbed the magnitude of the change. "This means that the best of the best from across our continent, whether they are current students or Arknights that didn't get in and are still honing their skills in the field, will all have the opportunity to prove their worth in this grand tournament."
The Principal paused, letting the significance of his words sink in before continuing with even more exciting news. "This tournament will not be confined to one location. It will be held across all four of our continent’s major powers, giving each of our great nations the honour of hosting part of this grand event. The first leg will take place in the Sultan Stadium here in Bulistan, followed by the Royal-King Stadium in Aurelia City within the United Kingdom of Aurelian, then the Invincibles Stadium in Pivon of the Butchonsaw Republic and finally, the Zaurelias Empire's Stadium of Will in Zaurel.”
The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the excitement of such a widespread and inclusive tournament lighting up their spirits. It was a rare and thrilling opportunity for the continent to witness the very best Arknights from each region competing on the grandest stages.
Ali-Solomon raised his hands, calming the audience so he could deliver the final part of his announcement. "The four men and four women who make it to the semifinals will, as always, have the honour of facing the Elven Continent's Strongest Arknights of the New Generation. But this year, for the first time in 200 years, the Elven Continent will be hosting this final stage of the competition. This has only happened once before, during the very first competition ever held."
The arena could barely contain its excitement, with cheers and applause resonating throughout the stadium. This was a historic announcement, one that would be talked about for generations. The Arknights standing on the podiums were filled with a mixture of pride and determination, knowing that they would have the chance to be part of something truly monumental.
Ali-Solomon smiled at the energy of the crowd, his expression proud yet composed. "And with that, I bid you farewell. Arknights, welcome to the Academy. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow morning as we embark on this incredible journey together."
The new Arknights, standing tall and formidable, bowed in unison, a gesture of respect and gratitude. As they straightened up, they waved to the crowd, each movement met with a chorus of cheers and shouts of encouragement. The show had finally come to an end, but the excitement for what was to come had only just begun.