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Chapter 9

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The intense battle between Liebert and Yuvan raged on for twenty gruelling minutes, leaving it nearly impossible to discern who held the upper hand. Liebert, masterfully executing his techniques, and Yuvan, utilizing his exceptional speed, skilfully countered each other's moves, creating a dynamic exchange that kept the crowd at the edge.

Throughout the match, Liebert treated Yuvan as his equal, showing a level of respect that set him apart from his peers. He was determined not to fall victim to the same fate as his fellow cadet. Despite Yuvan's elusive movements, Liebert managed to anticipate and respond to his attacks, demonstrating his advanced mastery of martial arts. Amid the intense clash, Liebert spotted a potential opening in Yuvan's defences. Liebert knew the opening was bait, but trusting in his skills, he went for it and took a shot at Yuvan’s liver.

Yuvan's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to block the punch with his elbow, shattering Liebert's fist in the process. Wincing in pain, Liebert retreated a step, leaving himself vulnerable. Instantly capitalizing on the advantage, Yuvan delivered a powerful uppercut.

Liebert, however, managed to regain his bearings swiftly, countering Yuvan's attack with a quick blow to his cheek.

Caught off guard by Liebert's surprisingly swift recovery, Yuvan found himself fully committed to the execution of his uppercut, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. However, due to Liebert's injured fist, the force of his counterstrike was significantly diminished. In stark contrast, Yuvan's punch surged forward with formidable power, striking Liebert forcefully. The impact was so intense that it lifted Liebert off the mat before gravity took over, causing him to slump unconscious onto the arena floor. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the outcome of the battle became unmistakably clear.

A hushed silence fell over the crowd, mirroring the earlier instance when Lucas was taken to the infirmary. A group of concerned cadets quickly moved forward and carefully lifted the unconscious Liebert, carrying him off the arena floor to seek medical attention. Meanwhile, Yuvan's gaze scanned the onlookers, almost as if he were issuing an unspoken challenge to anyone brave enough to face him next.

However, all eyes soon turned toward Yohan Reinhardt, who had maintained his composed demeanour in the corner. The young man's appearance was a stark contrast to Yuvan's, with his fair hair and delicate build setting him apart. Gracefully rising from his seat, Yohan elegantly made his way to the centre of the arena, and a path naturally formed through the crowd as they parted to make way for him. It was clear that Yohan held a significant presence among the cadets.

Yuvan's memory flashed back to a previous encounter with Yohan. It had been at the entrance of the intelligence office, a chance meeting that left a positive impression on him. Yohan's soft-spoken nature and impeccable manners stood out, especially in contrast to the often elitist and condescending attitudes of their peers. Yuvan felt a genuine connection with Yohan during that brief interaction, appreciating how he was treated without any trace of racial bias.

In Yuvan's mind, Yohan seemed like someone who hailed from a lineage of aristocracy, perhaps participating in the Abwehr to enhance his prestige and reputation during the ongoing conflict. This assumption gained further credibility as Yuvan observed the profound respect that the entire unit held for Yohan. He believed that Yohan's willingness to engage was merely a display of noblesse oblige, a custom of aristocracy where he felt obligated to face Yuvan as a matter of honour. With this perspective in mind, Yuvan approached Yohan with a gentle smile, intending to end the fight swiftly and compassionately, sparing Yohan from unnecessary suffering. After all, Yuvan was feeling the fatigue of back-to-back matches and hoped for a merciful resolution.

Yet, Yuvan's assumptions were proven to be far from the truth. As he charged towards Yohan, anticipating a quick conclusion, he was caught off guard by a sudden and unexpected movement. Yohan moved like a spectre, sidestepping with an otherworldly grace. In an instant, Yohan's strike found its mark, targeting Yuvan's carotid artery with precision. The impact was overwhelming, and the world around Yuvan seemed to blur as he lost consciousness, collapsing onto the mat.

THUD!!

Yuvan's misconceptions about Yohan and his underestimated opponent had led him to this startling outcome. The reality was that Yohan possessed a prowess that transcended Yuvan's expectations, a fact that had been concealed behind his unassuming demeanour. The shock of the defeat resonated through the arena, leaving the spectators in awe of Yohan's hidden strength and strategy.

Yuvan's realization came crashing down on him as he lay on the mat, consciousness slipping away. Yohan wasn't an aristocrat, as Yuvan had assumed; he was something entirely different, something far more formidable. The respect and admiration shown by Unit Thirteen towards Yohan weren't mere formalities or customs; they were genuine expressions of recognition for his exceptional capabilities.

As Yuvan's vision blurred and darkness encroached upon his senses, he managed to catch a final glimpse of Yohan's astonishing skill. Yohan moved with a grace that defied his youthful appearance, sidestepping effortlessly to his left. It was a ghostly, ethereal movement that took Yuvan by surprise, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. In that split second, Yohan's strike found its mark with uncanny precision, targeting Yuvan's carotid artery—a vital and vulnerable point.

The impact was swift and devastating. Yuvan felt a searing pain shoot through him as Yohan's strike landed with impeccable accuracy. The world spun around him, and his body seemed to betray him, collapsing under the force of the blow. His vision dimmed, and he could feel his strength fading away rapidly.

In that fleeting moment before losing consciousness, Yuvan gained a newfound respect for Yohan Reinhardt and the formidable Unit Thirteen. He understood the true depth of Yohan's worth and the awe-inspiring skill that had earned him the admiration of his peers. As darkness claimed him, Yuvan's last thought was a mixture of awe and humility, a stark reminder that appearances could be deceiving, and true strength often lay hidden beneath the surface.

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As they made their way to the cafeteria, the boy enthusiastically guided Yuvan through the expansive training field. The training area was vast, dotted with various practice zones and equipment for honing combat skills.

Continuing their tour, they arrived at a colossal library that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. Countless shelves held millions of books, scrolls, and manuscripts. "This is the library," the boy announced. "It houses a vast collection of knowledge, specially curated for first-year cadets. It's a valuable resource for learning about various subjects, history, magic, and martial arts."

Yuvan was amazed by the sheer volume of information contained within the library's walls. He realized that his time at the academy would involve not only rigorous training but also extensive study to broaden his understanding of the world.

As they moved on, the boy led Yuvan to the academic building. It was an impressive structure that housed classrooms, lecture halls, and laboratories. "This is where we attend lectures, engage in theoretical studies, and conduct experiments," the boy explained. "Academic learning is an integral part of our training. Understanding the principles behind magic, combat strategies, and tactics is crucial for becoming a well-rounded master."

"Finally! This is the cafeteria, which can accommodate thousands of students at the same time," the boy exclaimed as they entered the expansive dining hall. Despite its size, only a few students were currently present, scattered across the back of the hall, enjoying their meals.

"Please, go ahead and take a seat," the boy continued, gesturing towards an empty spot. "I'll go fetch our food. Sit across from the big guy over there; the staff prefers us to sit in designated areas, especially since we're new here."

Yuvan followed the boy's instructions and took a seat across from the mentioned individual. The "big guy" was a towering figure, his presence commanding attention even from a distance.

As Yuvan approached the table, the boy walked confidently towards the food counter, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

True to my expectations, Levi Friedmann is present. Just as my grandfather used to say, "Victory or defeat hinges on the wealth of information one possesses." Despite the Auskunft clan being among the weaker second-grade clans, no one dares to underestimate us. Our strength doesn't derive from concealed weaponry or powerful allies; it's our remarkable prowess in gathering and adeptly utilizing information. A vivid example of this lies in our history—a time when a second-grade Loba clan menacingly approached us, viewing us as an easy conquest. However, we turned the tables through skilful manipulation of information.

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We revealed their elders' dark secrets, sowed discord within their ranks, and even exchanged evidence of the Loba clan's demonic practices for protection from a first-grade clan. The outcome was a triumph. The weakened Loba clan was conquered by the first-grade clan, all orchestrated by us behind the scenes. Just as a wolf unintentionally brings its scent to a lion, we strategically positioned ourselves, leading the wolf to its own demise in the presence of the unsuspecting lion. And in this context, Levi Friedmann is my lion.

The big and sturdy Levi Friedmann, found himself repeating his first year for the third time. Despite possessing the physical prowess of a third-year student, his struggles with Qi (internal energy) control hindered his advancement. My pawn, though physically formidable, bears mental instability stemming from a traumatic childhood event. The memory of witnessing the Asuras annihilate his entire clan before his young eyes has indelibly scarred the heir apparent's psyche. The survival of Levi can be attributed to a twist of fate—an individual sheltered him within an old coffin, escaping the notice of the marauding Asuras.

As I observe this unfolding chess match of circumstances, I anticipate Levi's reaction when confronted with a visage resembling his arch-nemesis. The wearer of that face—my little wolf—is prone to instability, much like a pawn susceptible to upheaval. Will Levi's emotions boil over into a vengeful act? I, Toby Dachensky of the Auskunft clan, hold no desire for your demise, my friend. However, I am but a puppet of fate, powerless to alter its course. Should destiny decree it, what recourse do I possess?

Toby approached the counter confidently, his voice clear and purposeful as he placed his order, "Hey, chief, get me a plate of steak, cooked medium rare, three succulent chicken wings, a generous serving of mashed potatoes, a handful of freshly baked bread loaves...."

THUD!

However, his words were abruptly drowned out by an explosive sound as Levi, fuelled by a surge of rage, tore the concrete table from its moorings and hurled it aside with a deafening crash. His voice trembled with intense emotion as he bellowed, "YOU! YOU DARE MOCK ME!" Levi's fury was palpable as he charged toward Yuvan, his intentions unmistakably hostile. Seizing the moment, Yuvan swiftly rose from his seat, deftly snatching up a pair of chopsticks from the table in a fluid motion.

Maintaining his unflappable demeanour, Toby concluded his order without missing a beat, "....and one hot chocolate, please. I find myself particularly ravenous today." His calm composure seemed at odds with the chaotic scene unfolding around him.

A staff member, observing Toby's placid response amidst the turmoil, couldn't help but voice concern, "I believe your friend may be in trouble. Shouldn't you offer assistance?"

Toby responded with a nonchalant shrug, "Meh!"

The clash between Levi and Yuvan unfolded rapidly. Levi lunged with a powerful right hook, while Yuvan adeptly evaded by sidestepping to his left. In a swift and well-executed manoeuvre, Yuvan delivered a forceful strike to Levi's carotid artery.

THUD!

The ensuing impact was swift and decisive—Levi crumpled to the ground with a resounding thud, his body rendered immobile. The confrontation had ended far sooner than Toby had anticipated, leaving him both surprised and slightly embarrassed at his initial apprehension. "Hmm, in any case, what's done is done. Let's savour our meal and leave," he mused to himself, determined to salvage some semblance of enjoyment from the situation.

“No wonder you were so calm,” Toby flinched at the statement made by the staff when he saw a big guy like Levi falling down like a potato sack to a skinny boy. Toby's mind raced with uncertainty, wondering, "Has he figured out my involvement? How did he become aware of my role in this?"

Toby was taken aback as the staff member's next words seemed to penetrate his thoughts, their implications hitting him like a sudden gust of wind. "Your friend is quite formidable!"

The shock was so intense that Toby involuntarily exclaimed in disbelief, his voice echoing through the cafeteria, "WHAT?!" He pivoted around abruptly, only to be met with the sight of Levi sprawled at Yuvan's feet, his form ominously still. Yuvan's unwavering gaze was locked onto Toby, a silent challenge that sent a chill down his spine. It felt as if the very ground beneath him had shifted, leaving Toby with a disconcerting sensation of instability. In that disorienting moment, his grandfather's wisdom resurfaced in his mind: "Victory or defeat hinges on the information you gather."

Regret gnawed at Toby's conscience. His impulsive haste had led him to act without fully comprehending the complexities of the situation. He berated himself for not exercising greater patience and caution in his approach. The repercussions of his actions were now inescapable, a lesson he would carry with him henceforth.

The sound of the disturbance caught the attention of several instructors, prompting them to arrive at the scene. There, they beheld the sight of the unconscious Levi sprawled near Yuvan, who was now donning an Asura's mask.

"Ethan!!" boomed one of the instructors, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You've barely set foot in this academy, and you're already flouting the rules. Do you aim to court disciplinary action even before your own initiation ceremony?"

"Instructor, it was Levi Friedmann who initiated the altercation and attacked the boy. He merely defended himself," interjected a member of the kitchen staff, seeking to clarify the situation.

The instructor's gaze hardened. "Regardless, violence has no place within these walls. Sparring is confined to the designated training facilities, and damaging the academy's property is unacceptable. Both of you shall face the consequences of your actions. Your punishment will be determined in the headmaster's office. And Ethan, why are you wearing that accursed mask?"

Sighing deeply, the instructor seemed to relent. "Never mind, present your explanations directly to the headmaster. But for now, come with me. An officer from the Order wishes to speak with you. Once that matter is settled, I will escort you to the headmaster."

"See to his treatment and bring him along," he directed the others present, indicating Levi Friedmann's inert form.

"Very well, let's proceed. You can attend to your meal later, once your predicament is resolved," the instructor instructed, guiding Yuvan to follow him. While exiting the hall, Yuvan purposefully slowed his pace as he approached Toby. In a hushed tone, he issued a cryptic warning, "A mere mask won't suffice this time!" With that, Yuvan departed alongside the instructor.

"A mere mask? I paid a hefty hundred crystals for it... And I'm officially screwed," Toby lamented, his words uttered with a mixture of disbelief and realization.

Within the confines of the Zaštitnik's office, a weathered, rugged figure sporting a mane of grey hair and a substantial beard occupied the seat behind the imposing desk. Engrossed in his task, the man—Damon Zaccai—paused upon Yuvan's entrance, his gaze fixated on the newcomer. With a subtle gesture, he indicated for Yuvan to assume a seat, after which he resumed his writing. Yuvan obliged, settling into the proffered chair and displaying an air of patient anticipation.

Time passed as Zaccai's quill danced across parchment, capturing his thoughts and directives. Yuvan remained silently observant; his presence unobtrusive. Eventually, the task reached its conclusion. Zaccai applied his signature to the document, then carefully folded and sealed it, entrusting it to his squire who was present in the room. The squire, in a respectful bow, accepted the sealed missive and departed, leaving the office.

Zaccai's attention then returned fully to Yuvan, “How are you feeling?” his voice suggested an air of seriousness and authority.

"I'm feeling fine, sir," Yuvan responded.

"OK... You might be wondering why I called you here," began Damon Zaccai.

The commander of the Celestial Hawk clan had informed me that someone from your side might approach me concerning the incident from that night.

Very well then, let's proceed.

Zaccai sorted through various reports on his desk, collecting and arranging them neatly to the side. Looking at Yuvan, he continued, "These reports provide a detailed account from the Celestial Hawk clan's perspective, but we need your viewpoint as you were at the heart of the storm."

Rest assured; I won't take up much of your time. I have a few questions for you. Are you prepared?

Yuvan nodded.

Good.

How did you manage to eliminate the intruder who entered your carriage?

I incapacitated him using a mana parasite.

And then you killed him?

So, I thought.

During the grenade explosion, were you wearing the fire-resistant artefact?

No, it was stored in my space ring.

Hmm. Were you awake when the attack began?

I was on the verge of falling asleep.

Were you alone at the time?

Yuvan sensed a hint of intrigue in the old man's tone. He replied, "No, the guards were taking out the trash present in the carriage."

How many guards were there—two or more?

I didn't take notice; I was engrossed in reading.

What were you reading?

I was reading about the history of the academy.

Besides your guards, was anyone else accompanying you?

After a moment of consideration, Yuvan responded, "There was a young boy who joined the guards from the village before we reached the creek. He wanted to traverse the mountain, and the guards allowed it. I didn't object."

Was this boy inside the carriage when the explosion occurred?

I believe not; everyone inside rushed out when the attack started.

Zaccai tapped his finger thoughtfully on the desk.

"We discovered the remains of a young boy within the charred carriage. My theory is that when the cleaning staff entered your carriage, this boy might have inadvertently accompanied them. Then, when the attack commenced, he likely found a hiding spot. Furthermore, the Celestial Hawk clan reported the presence of a third individual upon their arrival. What are your thoughts on the plausibility of this scenario?"

It's certainly a plausible scenario, though I can't be entirely certain.

Uncertainty, hmm. That should suffice. You may leave now. Thank you for assisting me in unravelling this mystery.

Yuvan rose from his seat and headed towards the door, but was halted by the old man's beckoning gesture, “Come here for a bit.”. He complied and approached Zaccai, who signalled him to lean in closer. With a gentle touch, the old man applied his mana to the mask, causing a blue spark to transfer into it, and the red pattern on the mask began to shift. "Now that's an improvement," Zaccai commented. "When you're part of the righteous faction, it's best to embody that appearance. You may go now."

Yuvan departed towards the headmaster's office with the instructor by his side. As he ascended the tower, he crossed paths with Levi Friedmann exiting the office, clutching his neck. Their eyes met, but no words were exchanged.

Soon, Mahendra Varma, a senior instructor, emerged from the headmaster's office and approached Yuvan. He addressed the situation, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Causing trouble before even officially enrolling? Hmm?! Lucky for you, the headmaster is out, attending to his responsibilities as the tower master. Being in charge of the first-year students is quite demanding; he barely gets a moment's rest, and you youngsters are already brewing needless conflicts for him." Varma's stern expression softened as he continued, "However, he's left me in charge of handling these minor issues. Taking into account that this is your first offence and considering your circumstances and statements, which suggest you were the victim, I'll let you off with a warning this time. I see you've fixed your mask, and I'll permit it temporarily, given the condition of your face. But be warned, don't engage in anything that disrespects those of the righteous faction again, as there won't be a next time for you. Now, be on your way."

With a bow of his head, Yuvan expressed his gratitude and left the scene. As Yuvan's figure receded down the hall, Mahendra Varma commented to himself, "A greenhorn Defeated Levi Friedmann, huh? This year's batch is showing promise."

Inside the Zaštitnik’s office,

Zaccai concluded the report, “Nothing suspicious was found while interrogating the boy. Everything is clear now, further investigation on the subject would be deemed redundant.” The old man wrote down the report and thought about the alternative, “How vicious can a thirteen-year-old be.”