Two days went by in a flash.
It was currently the last day of the festival.
For two days, it was mostly just booths and stalls.
But for the last day, it was when the festival beca really interesting.
In the afternoon, exhibition matches would be held. And at night was when the performances would start.
The talent show.
Brandon was one of its participants.
Using his connections with the student council, he scheduled himself to be last.
Not only that, but he was a secret perforr.
No one else besides Belle and Adrien knew he was participating in the talent show.
But for now…
Bang—!
He was currently fighting in the exhibition matches.
It wasn't a full blown tournant.
Just a form of entertainnt for the guests.
Each participant would have two matches scheduled.
Right now was Brandon's first match.
And he was up against Reinhard.
Voooosh—!
A torrent of flas headed towards him.
Waving his hand, the flas dissipated. But as soon as it did, a hand appeared before him.
Before Reinhard's hand could touch him, the earth shifted and a solid wall protruded from the ground.
Booom—!
An intense explosion occurred and the ground shook. Debris scattered, as rock dusts filled the air.
"Huh…? Earth…?"
Reinhard was taken aback.
Crouching down, Brandon touched the ground.
The ground shifted, and Reinhard's legs were encapsulated by a thick layer of earth.
Booom——!
The earth around Reinhard's leg ignited. Giving him no ti to react, Brandon extended his palms towards him.
Fooooo—!
"Akh..!"
A gale of wind sent Reinhard hurling away.
Crash—!
And he crashed onto a nearby rock.
"Woah!"
"Wooo….!"
The audience's cheers reached his ears and echoed throughout the entire stadium
Tzz—
Empowering his legs with lightning, Brandon rushed towards him, leaving trails of blue sparks.
Flas materialized and coiled around his arm. He swung his fist at Reinhard.
Thud!
But he was stopped mid-strike as Reinhard caught his hand.
Expecting it, a gust of wind blew from Brandon's leg, and Reinhard was sent vertically up.
"Ah."
Reinhard was startled.
Suspended mid air, Reinhard recoiled upwards, igniting flas towards Brandon.
Boom— Booom——!
Dashing to the side, Brandon quickly dodged the crackling flas.
Swoosh!
Looking up, he could see that Reinhard was up even higher.
Brandon continued looking up and he closed his eyes.
He wasn't as good as Belle.
He wasn't even sure if he could master it to the sa degree as Belle did.
But…
Swoosh!
Empowered by wind, Brandon was lifted up.
Swoosh, swoosh—!
He walked in the air, as if he was walking a flight of stairs, nearing close to Reinhard.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
Fou–
"Ah."
As expected.
It was too hard for him to do the movents at the mont.
And as if he misstepped, Brandon gradually fell from the air.
Boom—!
An explosion echoed from above and Reinhard instantly headed towards him.
In just a few seconds, he had already appeared before Brandon.
Crossing his arms, Brandon braced for impact.
Boom!
An explosion ignited, and Brandon was sent crashing down on the ground.
"Akh…!"
"Woooh…!"
"Get him!"
Once again, cheers erupted from the audience.
The exhibition match was good training.
Brandon didn't want to rely too heavily on his skills at the mont.
He wanted to master the basics of combat first.
Brandon tried to get back up, but Reinhard didn't let him as he followed up with another attack.
Boom—!
However, Brandon flashed forward and narrowly dodged the incoming strike.
Brandon stepped forward and let the mana flow around his body.
A myriad of colors emitted from him.
Red.
Orange.
Yellow.
Green.
Blue.
Purple.
Swoosh—!
Brandon instantly blinked away and appeared before Reinhard.
"Shit—"
Reinhard cursed under his breath. He tried to move, but realized he was locked in place as earth encased his legs.
Boom– Boom— Boom——!
Explosions repeatedly occurred, and debris continuously scattered. But it was to no avail as the earth around his legs would materialize at the sa ti.
And that was when…
BOOM——!
An explosion erupted from below him and he was sent upwards once again.
Splash!
A wave of water washed over him and Reinhard hurled downwards.
Tzz—
A bolt of lightning followed shortly after.
"Akhhh!"
Reinhard twitched spontaneously.
All of a sudden, Brandon appeared before him.
Wind and lightning coalesced on his fists.
And…
BANG—!
Reinhard flew a significant distance away.
Crash!
Brandon tried to follow up with that attack. But that was when…
—That's enough. Brandon Locke wins.
The referee's announcent echoed, and Brandon halted before he could burst.
"Woooh…!"
"Crazy!"
"So that's the first-year's top ranker."
Cheers resounded and echoed throughout the entire stadium. Brandon shook his head and paid no heed to it.
He looked ahead.. A gaping crater was plastered on the wall as Reinhard was slumped down.
Brandon walked towards him.
And as soon as he neared Reinhard…
"Uh…?"
Reinhard's eyes were shot wide open. But his pupils weren't present.
He seed to have passed out.
"Heh."
A laugh escaped Brandon's lips.
He might've gone a bit too far…
***
Seated with their audience around her, Rachel's eyes lit up.
"He's gotten stronger…"
Indeed.
The current Brandon was leagues above his forr self.
She clenched her first.
"I want to catch up to him."
She solemnly stated.
She didn't participate in the exhibition matches, since the girls decided to cheer for the boys.
" too."
A voice reached her from the side. It was Claire.
" too, too."
Amy chid in as well from Rachel's other side.
They didn't know about her plans about confessing to Brandon. The only ones who knew were Raven and Reinhard.
'I'm not confessing.'
Is what she said in her thoughts.
She just wanted to spend ti with him. To see how Brandon felt about her.
Yes, her plans kept changing.
"Haha~"
She suddenly laughed.
Of course, she knew how Brandon felt about her.
It beca evident to Rachel that Brandon treated her more or less like a little sister.
"Haa…"
She breathed out a sigh.
She hadn't seen him for the entirety of the festival's first day. While on the second day, there was a substantial amount of trouble that occurred.
Brandon was significantly busy yesterday. He wasn't even able to help out with their cafe.
She respected his duties and didn't bother him.
"Look, there he is."
Their heads flicked towards the entrance of the audience area. A figure erged.
And Rachel's eyes lit up as soon as she recognized him.
Thus she called out to him.
"Brando—"
But she was halted as Brandon didn't seem to notice them. They were several ters away after all.
Rachel's eyes widened all of a sudden.
A figure approached Brandon.
Her golden locks were smooth and styled to perfection. Azure eyes that could captivate anyone who ets her gaze. Beautiful face that would leave most n breathless.
Even Rachel could admit how beautiful she was.
And she was well aware of who she was.
Alia Constantine.
One of the most beautiful students in the academy.
Of course, she knew Alia was the head of the Disciplinary Committee. A group that Brandon was a part of.
Unknowingly, Rachel's expressions contorted to a disheartened look.
They…
They seed really close.
Too close as the two seed to heartily laugh at their conversation. Alia nudged his shoulder and Brandon pushed her back.
Too close.
Rachel's heart gripped tightly as she stared at the two.
It's…
'It's strictly a professional relationship, right?'
It should be.
But…
'Why does it hurt…?'
***
Committee duties included maintaining order during the exhibition matches.
The current rotation was Alia and Brandon. They were stationed at the stadium. While the others maintained order in the main building.
"Those affinities… How many do you have?"
"Do I have to answer that…?"
"Not really."
Alia shook her head.
"I heard you had quite a lot. But seeing it with my own eyes was still shocking."
"I have seven."
He actually had eight.
But Alia didn't need to know the other one.
"Seven?!"
Alia was taken aback.
"Monster…"
The only words she could muster up.
But Brandon shook his head.
"Not really. The only monster here is you."
"Eh…?"
The exhibition match was scattered throughout each year-level. But they could only face off against soone of the sa year-level.
The match before his was actually Alia's.
And she won by a wide margin.
—Up next. Raven Blackheart!
The announcer's voice echoed and a figure erged from the arena's entrance.
Brandon and Alia's heads flicked towards the silhouette.
He smiled as soon as Raven stepped foot into the arena.
'How strong have you gotten, protagonist?'
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