Chapter 86 The sword maiden, Fanatio?
Holy Sword Tournant Arc
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(POV: Fanatio)
Fanatio Pendragon.
That is my na.
The daughter of Gal Pendragon, the renowned Sword King of the Shield Kingdom.
Our family's reputation stems from being the defenders of the Shield Kingdom's inhabitants, earning us the nickna "shield" among the populace.
For generations, there has always been a direct descendant of the Hero God, Saint lcius, within our family, and my brother, Velzar Pendragon, is one.
He awakened his source, becoming a mber of the 10 Battle Gods of Akaza, holding the coveted third seat.
Velzar's exceptional power was unrivaled and even deed the Holy Sword Festival beneath his interest.
However, , who aspired to escape my brother's shadow, such a person rendered nothing more than the unremarkable second child of the Sword King.
Despite this, I prayed that my performance in the upcoming tournant would change my circumstances.
With everything in , I hoped to earn the respect of others based on my own accord rather than heritage.
I wanted to beco my own person.
...
I entered Whiterune, the grand coliseum where this prestigious tournant was to take place.
The sheer scale of the arena was impressive. However, not the best I'd seen.
Alongside the coliseum was the registration area for the contestants, and amidst the nurous contestants present, one caught my attention - a person dressed in black.
It was an unconventional outfit for a tournant like this, but they wore it with confidence nonetheless.
As I approached them, they seed unbothered and engrossed in a book they were reading.
I cleared my throat, catching their attention.
"Excuse , miss," I said, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but if I may interject, it would be foolish to participate in a tournant like this wearing no armor."
Without looking up from their book, the person spoke in a calm yet firm voice, "Is that so?"
"Yes," I replied, hoping to make a point. "Your life would be at risk in the battles to co, and most of the other contestants are probably stronger than you. Only an amateur would dress this way."
They let out a sigh before speaking up, their voice a tad bit muffled by the mask they wore.
"First of all, I'm not a girl," they said, causing to freeze in shock. "If you couldn't notice that, then maybe you're the amateur here. Secondly, I appreciate your concern, but I have my own reasons for wearing this outfit."
I was taken aback by their response, but his confidence was undeterred.
"That was uncalled for," I retorted.
The masked boy simply shrugged and went back to reading his book.
"You know I'm trying to help you here," I said, hoping to make ands.
"I agree that it's inappropriate for to call you an amateur... but shouldn't that go both ways?" he replied coolly.
I was at a loss for words, but before I could say anything else, a loud voice interrupted us.
A burly man with a scar on his head and armor all over his body strode towards us.
His comrades trailed behind him, guffawing at their leader's jokes.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the man nad Ress said, addressing the masked boy.
"Going to a ball, are we? You're dressed all fancy!" His cronies laughed at the jibe, but the masked boy didn't even flinch.
He just turned a page in his book, the sound echoing through the library.
"There's no need for this," I said, trying to intervene.
But he was having none of it.
"My na is Ress, a Rank B adventurer... and honestly, this kid has no place here. It would be an insult to strong people like ," he said, nodding to his minions.
They all chid in agreent, causing a stir among the people.
But just when it seed like all was lost, the masked boy closed his book and stood up.
His movents were graceful, as if he had rehearsed them a million tis.
"Your na's Ress, right?" he said in a voice that was deceptively calm. "Would you please... shut up?"
It was a simple, yet stunning retort that left everyone gobsmacked.
The area was silent, the only sound being the masked boy's footsteps as he walked away.
Ress and his squad were left with their mouths agape.
"Are you gonna let him talk to you like that Ress?"
Ress was frustrated for a mont but then regained his composure and gruffly told his comrade "Shut up."
His pupils darted to the corner of his eye, fixated on the masked boy leaving, and then his arm moved in a blur, drawing his greatsword at lightning speed.
"You bastard!" (Ress)
The whistling sound of air rushing by was deafening as Ress held the sword tightly with both hands before sprinting towards the masked boy.
"Watch out!" I shouted.
Ress' blade was already coming down.
But then...
The unexpected happened.
The masked boy drew out his thin sword so quickly, even I couldn't believe my eyes.
With a sharp ringing noise, the masked boy's sword collided with Ress' greatsword, and the latter snapped in two, as if it were made of glass.
A small cut appeared as blood trickled down Ress' cheek.
There was a mont of stunned silence as everyone watched in disbelief.
How could a sword that thin destroy a greatsword?
Ress' comrades rushed to check on him as the masked boy silently walked away.
"What the hell was that?" Ress exclaid, a mixture of pain and rage in his voice.
"Did he use so kind of skill?" His comrades had no answers.
They were all just as bewildered as their leader.
This boy... beneath his delicate exterior, lay strength.
As I watched the crowd fade away behind , I knew I had to catch up to the masked boy.
I sprinted until I finally caught up to him.
"Hey, wait up!" I shouted, trying to sound as friendly as possible.
The masked boy stopped and turned around to face , his eyes scanning from head to toe.
"What do you want?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
"I just want to talk to you," I said, trying to smile confidently. "I'm curious, what's your na?"
The masked boy raised an eyebrow.
"If you're going to ask for soone's na, isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?" he retorted.
I rolled my eyes. "My na is Fanatio Venzeia Pendragon," I said, trying to keep my patience in check. "And you are?"
The masked boy hesitated for a mont before responding.
"Black," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled, "Nice to et you, Black."
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