There was a squadron of about 30 people, all of which were enlightened. They called out for us while surrounding the building.
Amon and I opened the steel doors leading outside. One of the soldiers had a megaphone, activating it to talk to us from a safe distance like we had hostages or were monsters of unknown caliber.
"Dude, they are just kids," one of them says to his colleague.
"Yeah, didn't you read the report? They are tier 5 mages dumbass, don't underestimate them," his colleague warns.
"Tier 5? There's no way these kids are so strong," the first one laughs.
The megaphone activates with a high-pitched sound.
"I want to see both hands in the air. Surrender yourselves!"
Amon and I look at each other, his expression a devious one to say the least.
He raises both brows three times, nodding his head towards the soldiers. I sigh at his manic white grin, showing both of his sharp canines.
"Don't kill anyone, okay?"
"Roger that!" he says while cracking his neck.
"You have three seconds to raise both hands! I will not repeat!!" the strongest soldier yells through the megaphone.
"1... 2..."
"3!"
At his mark, Amon and I disappeared from our standing positions, leaping into the crowd of soldiers. Most of them had handguns or other firearms. The guns were infused with mana that neither of them could produce. At most, the soldiers ranged from a glass full to 2 bottles worth of mana in their manapool.
As I appeared next to my first victim, I launched a strong kick, sending him flying into another colleague of his, knocking both to the ground. My kick was strong enough to shatter a few of his bones, but nothing lethal.
Guns and rifles were aimed at me once I made my first move, but their reaction time was second-rate at best. I dodged the bullets, punching one of them in the gut, hard enough to disable him for the rest of the fight.
I grabbed one of their levitating vehicles, lifting it up to block the oncoming bullets.
Letting it go, I kicked the vehicle with enough might to knock a few of them down. The flying car crashed into a nearby building, exploding in a ball of fire.
Speaking of fire, behind me were only quick flashes of hellfire, made by Amon's feet to move better. I turned around for a second to see him create an explosion which launched him 20 feet into the air while knocking the soldiers in all directions. His frame was flying high above the ground, with mana being condensed in both of his hands, which were joined together behind him. All of the soldiers focused on his exponentially growing aura, pointing their weapons upwards.
"Kaaaameeee!!" he yelled out while pressuring a sphere of hellfire powerful enough to eradicate the entire city in a single blast.
"Amon!!" I shouted.
"Just kidding! Calm down man," he laughs as a bullet pierces his shoulder.
He descends down in a flash, laying out the rest of the soldiers. The fight ended, and we stood victorious over the bodies that could no longer continue fighting. A no-deaths victory was achieved, making me nod in satisfaction and believe in Amon a bit more. He might be a good companion after all.
The soldier with the megaphone took a transmission device out, activating it with a static sound. "W-we need backup."
A person appeared next to the soldier out of nowhere. "You don't need anything. Call off any backup, these kids obviously mean no harm," he says while walking past him.
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He was a middle aged gentleman with long, wavy lavender hair and relaxed icy blue eyes. Garbed in elite white robes showing off his Sword Saint status, this must be Usui.
"I'm assuming you're the Sword Saint they called for," I conclude.
"Did the longsword give that away?" he asks sarcastically, as a purple blade deeper in color than his hair connects to a black handle with two spikes in both directions. He loosely holds onto it, with a countenance of the same gesture.
"I can see you're no regular swordsman. Let's get straight onto the point," I say sharply. "I need to take your title."
"It will be no easy task, you know that?" he asks.
I release my aura, letting it surge through the street. Even though I flailed only a portion of it, some of the soldiers puked onto the floor, while Usui got visibly disturbed.
"I've never seen someone as strong as you at your age... Still, not all of it is in the aura," he argues.
"Where do we fight?" I ask directly, taking my Sunsword out.
"I'll take us somewhere," he smiles mysteriously.
He raises the purple blade, drawing a circle above him with it. The blade leaves a trail of the same color, creating a magic circle that affects only Usui, Amon and I.
Amon gives me a concerned look, hellfire already coalescing into his fists. I shake my head, signaling that no resistance is needed. The magic circle drawn is made from spatial magic, and will transport us somewhere where we can fight in peace.
Amon could've burnt through the spatial magic while I could dispel it, but none of that was necessary since there was no malicious intent with that spell.
As mana particles start getting richer in the surrounding air, a bright purple light pulls us somewhere. We are transported to a different location, but not a far one as I would find out.
We were teleported into the orb we were in previously, at the top of the 1st House.
"Revealing your magic affinity already?" I ask, even though I could read through it even before he cast his spell.
Usui whistles with two of his fingers, calling for a girl we already knew. Millie answers his whistle, walking up happily.
"You'll bear witness to our fight since you are a government official."
She nods, taking out a pen and paper which we would sign after our fight.
Usui then raises his sword at me, his serious expression telling me that he won't underestimate the prodigy child in front of him.
"Just because you know my affinity doesn't mean you'll know how to beat me," Usui claims, activating his magic.
He takes a step forward, but vanishes instantly, teleporting behind me.
Amon nods his head in surprise, "Ooh!"
I spin around, parrying his slash since I could sense it coming. This sends me flying through the air, so I spin with a backflip and land gracefully onto my feet.
He gives me no time to react, closing the distance quickly while issuing a quick pierce. I glide my sword along his, deflecting the stab while counterattacking.
His spatial magic is activated yet again, as he dodges my attack by teleporting a dozen feet from me.
"Troublesome," I note while coursing light magic through my body.
I rush over to him at unprecedented speeds, swinging my sword. He barely manages to block it, using his magic to warp the space around him in order to gain more time to react. I still smash him back into the other end of the gymnasium, after which he coughs violently.
I get ready to fly at him again by using my magic, but he stands up instantly, swinging his sword from a distance. A portal is opened just in front of him, as his slash travels through it and exits out of another portal, right behind me.
I evade the teleporting cut, moving out of the way without turning around.
Usui is left flabbergasted, gripping his sword tighter in frustration.
"How can you see my attacks!? I wield spatial magic, one of the most unpredictable and chaotic affinities!"
"Unpredictable my ass," I mumble incoherently under my breath, remembering the abstract dream magic that I was killed by and its all-encompassing effects.
"I've seen worse," I state, still unsure whether to use the
"Rain Swords"
Swords of light rain down quickly around Usui, one of them gashing his back shallowly. He is stunned by my quick-acting spell that trapped him for a moment. As I dash forward at the confused Sword Saint, he regathers his composure and activates his spatial magic.
I could feel the mana fluctuation enough to know where he would appear, so I changed my direction by spinning on my toes. I welcomed his appearance with a blade to the neck, which he blocked awfully.
His balance was thrown off, so he stumbled onto the floor with his purple blade extended towards me.
"Transport," he orders.
His spell starts enveloping me, attempting to transport me somewhere else. I quickly grasped the structure of his magic, disabling the spatial effect before it could be activated. As soon as he cast his spell, I decast it, leaving him lying on the floor at my mercy.
I disarm him with a single swing, the black-purple sword sliding across the floor until Amon steps on it, stopping it. He lifts the sword off the ground, inspecting it like a new toy.
"You're done," I point the tip of my sword at Usui's neck.
"I lost so quickly," he sulks, "How... Who are you, kid?"
"The name's Adam. Now, hand over the title," I command, extending my hand out.
"Of course, we'll go into the association right away," he shakes his head and stands up, not believing his eyes.
"Cool sword," Amon notes, the purple blade glowing red incandescently as he occupies the sword with hellfire. He swings it, letting his blazing flames roam throughout the training ground.