The narcissistic teacher, Walter Anderson, strutted confidently at the front of the line as he led his ten students from the standard classroom down a narrow staircase to the hidden basement training facility. The air grew cooler as they descended, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights replaced the chatter of the hallway.
The basement was dimly lit, with concrete walls and a faint scent of mustiness in the air. Walter Anderson reveled in the opportunity to showcase his superior knowledge in a more exclusive setting. As the group entered the facility, the students took in the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
"Now, my esteemed students, welcome to the heart of our learning experience," Walter Anderson announced, his tone dripping with self-importance. "This is where we separate the mediocre from the exceptional."
The training facility was divided into two sections. On one side, a spacious room with a large blackboard dominated the space, where Walter Anderson could expound his student’s wisdom. On the other side, a long field awaited physical training activities.
"Behold, the Theory Chamber!" Walter Anderson exclaimed, sweeping his arm toward the blackboard. "Here, I will enlighten you with my unparalleled knowledge and wisdom. Pay attention, for you are in the presence of greatness."
After the theory session, Walter Anderson led the group to the expansive field for the physical training portion. The field was bordered by padded walls, and exercise equipment was scattered around. Walter Anderson, still reveling in his own grandiosity, began explaining the physical training regimen with theatrical flair.
"As you can see, this is where your bodies will be sculpted into perfection under my watchful eye. Prepare to be amazed at the transformation that awaits you!" he proclaimed.
The students, now a mix of amusement and anticipation to see all that could happen in this place of learning “all of you are curious, right? That how can such a splendid faculty exist well my children this is my personal place of extravagant learning so prepare yourself for hell.” Airen with Anna by his side found this a bit much Airen being already intrigued by the ability of this Walter started to think for the first time of a way to bypass his ability
“I may look like a man who has an insight into your ability but I am not, they told me you all are 5 level on the scale so I will pick two of you who will display their ability in a one -on-one combat to see where you all stand” said Walter with a demeaning look toward the students a student raising her hand erect to ask a question Walter nods at her Anabel Williams asks “are you saying all of us are comparably similar in strength” Walter smiled and looked toward Airen and said “YES at least all of you except for one” Airen being annoyed at him smirked
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“Alright than how about madam Anna and madam Aliena have a bit of a cat fight” Walter looked toward both of them as he gestured them to join him Infront. both of them moved and Walter set up the stage for a privileged white girl vs a small blind girl as they faced each other the confrontation between Aliena and Anna was about to unfold. The air crackled with tension as the two girls faced each other.
Alone in the space, Aliena stood confidently, her blindness belying the acute awareness she had developed over the years. The silence was shattered when Anna, cloaked in flames, stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with determination.
"I don't know what game you're playing, Aliena, but it ends here," Anna declared, flames dancing around her fingertips.
Aliena simply smiled, her heightened senses catching the subtle shifts in the air. "You can't burn what you can't touch," she retorted, her blood pulsing with an otherworldly power.
Without warning, Aliena's hand went to her forearm, and with a swift, controlled movement, she drew blood. The liquid shimmered and transformed, coalescing into a slender, gleaming blade. The weapon hummed with a strange energy as Aliena took a defensive stance.
Anna unleashed a torrent of flames, creating a wall of fire between them. Undeterred, Aliena relied on her heightened senses and the echoes of the crackling flames to pinpoint Anna's location. She moved with an almost ethereal grace, the blood blade slicing through the air.
Anna, with flames flickering at her fingertips, lunged through the wall of fire, her fiery assault aimed at Aliena. The blind girl, relying on her instincts, twisted and turned, narrowly avoiding the searing heat. The dance between the two unfolded like a deadly ballet, each move calculated and precise.
As Aliena closed in, she swung the blood blade with fluid precision. Anna countered with a burst of flame, attempting to engulf her adversary. The clash of their abilities created a spectacle of light and shadow, the area flickering with the eerie dance of fire and blood.
Anna, determined to gain the upper hand, intensified her assault, flames roaring higher. Aliena, however, remained calm, her heightened senses compensating for her lack of sight. With a swift motion, she redirected the blood blade, catching Anna off guard.
The blade grazed Anna's arm, drawing a thin line of blood. In that moment, the flames surrounding Anna flickered and waned, the fire dimming as if responding to the injury. Sensing an opportunity, Aliena pressed on, her blood blade dancing in the air.
The battle reached its climax, the clash of fire and blood echoing through the room. In the end, it wasn't just physical prowess that determined the victor but a dance of strategy and adaptation. Aliena's unique abilities, honed by a life without sight, proved to be a formidable match against Anna's fiery onslaught but in front of natural talent and overwhelming power, all Aliena could do was bend the knee. She went flying towards Airen, who didn’t even try to catch her, letting her fall on the ground. Covered with burn marks, she lay flat on the floor where the blade had gone through Anna’s leg. She looked furiously at everyone before noticing that all were scared except for Walter, Airen, and Anabel.
“This time it just might be fun” Walter spoke to himself with glare in his eyes and a smirk on his face