Golden Heir Tournant Site...
The Heavenly Phoenix Range buzzed with divine heat and the relentless excitent of the upcoming Golden Heir Tournant. Its peaks were shrouded with floating platforms and glowing magical banners, suspended in the sky like floating stars. The Tournant wasn't just a place to fight—it was a realm of spectacle, trade, and politics.
Kent, wearing a battle robe with golden scales, walked with a confident posture alongside his companions. Alia, with her radiant smile and calm deanor, held his arm possessively, while Lily and Sophia skipped ahead, drawn by the sights and sounds of the festival.
Fatty Ben, however, had long since vanished into the business alleys, setting up his grand gambling venture.
"Look at that arena!" Lily pointed with wide eyes.
It was massive floating ground, engraved with golden phoenix runes and surrounded by sky pavilions ant for nobles and clan elders. Hundreds of such Arenas floated across the mountain range, waiting to host the most brutal and beautiful battles in the continent.
"The resources for this tournant could easily rebuild ten small kingdoms," Alia muttered, her eyes scanning the stands filled with high-grade spirit stones and divine flags.
"Everything here is made to attract fate," Kent replied, glancing at a majestic golden tower at the summit. "The heavens watch this place."
As they continued their stroll, the group was suddenly drawn to the sound of cheers and laughter near a decorated stall. A thick crowd had gathered, surrounding a modest wooden structure with several targets behind it. The signage above read:
"Invisible Wing Hunt – One shot, one legend!"
Dozens of young magi stood in line, paying mana crystals with loud bravado, hoping to win the 3000-mana-crystal jackpot by hitting a mythical "Invisible Treasure Bird." The rules were brutal: blindfolded, no spells, ordinary weapons only, and a single chance.
"This looks fun!" Lily giggled. "Let's watch!"
"Or try," Alia added, glancing at Kent mischievously.
"Try?" Kent arched a brow. "You think I'll miss?"
A loud cheer erupted as another contestant—a proud young lord—missed by miles. The spectators laughed.
"Hah! Another fool bites the dust!"
"The bird is too fast… and no spiritual sense allowed? That's just impossible!"
Seeing the crowd's excitent, Kent finally nodded. "Alright, let's give the crowd a show."
The stall owner—a shifty-looking man with an exaggerated smile—brightened. "Another brave soul? That'll be 10 mana crystals, sir."
Kent casually tossed a small pouch filled with sparkling mana crystals. "Keep the change."
The man's eyes widened as he weighed the pouch. "S-Sir, this is…"
"I know. Just set up," Kent said coolly, brushing back his robe.
The stall owner offered him three choices: sword, bow, or spear. Kent selected the old bow, its string a little worn and the wood slightly splintered.
"Old man's weapon," soone sneered.
"Is he aiming for the bird or the grave?"
"Hey, don't insult the Cupid," another laughed, referencing Kent's bow choice and graceful stance.
"Who cares?" another noble scoffed. "He's just here to impress his girls."
But among the scoffing crowd stood a woman with sharp eyes and an elegant whip hanging at her side—Rina Lova. Her sharp brows furrowed.
"Father," she tugged her old man's robe, "Do you recognize him?"
Teron Lova, a muscular man in his late fifties, squinted as he watched Kent calmly tying the blindfold. "He's familiar… but I can't place it."
"That's the guy who ca to our house that night," Rina whispered. "The one who said he would beco eternal… and mocked my weapon dependence."
"Ahh! That drear boy?" Teron chuckled. "Back then he was just a Mid Earth Immortal Magus. Now he's… wait, what stage is he?"
"I can't tell," Rina admitted.
"Exactly." Teron's smile faded into a look of interest. "Only monsters have hidden realms."
Back at the stall, Kent tied the blindfold firmly, darkness enveloping his vision. The murmuring crowd fell into silence.
The stall owner whispered, "The bird's flight begins now."
A faint whistle cut through the air—sharp and fast like a dart of sound. The bird was invisible, moving faster than human eyes could track, its path erratic.
Kent took a deep breath. In the void of his mind, he let the world slow. Every rustle, every breath in the crowd, every faint beat of the bird's wings beca clear.
He turned slightly.
TWANG!
The arrow flew like a bolt of divine fate.
The air shifted. A loud screech pierced the arena—and a golden flash exploded in the distance. The invisible bird struck dead mid-air, its transparent feathers scattering in the light.
The crowd was stunned.
"Did… did he just—?"
"He HIT IT?!"
"Blindfolded?!"
"MY GOD!"
"Who the hell is that guy?!"
The stall owner stood frozen, mouth agape, eyes bulging. "I… I… impossible…"
Kent pulled off his blindfold with a lazy smile and turned to face the dumbstruck stall owner.
"Can I have my winnings now?"
"Y-Yes, yes!" the man stamred, handing over a box filled with shimring blue mana crystals—enough to power a small sect for a year.
Kent tossed the box to Alia who clinged to him like a bird.
"Add that to our staying fund," Kent winked.
"Now, I want you to play every ga here!" Alia grinned ear to ear.
The crowd parted respectfully as Kent and his group walked out from the stall. Just then, Teron Lova stepped forward and cupped his hands politely.
"Well t, young boy. I believe we've crossed paths before?"
Kent stopped, turning to look at him. "Lord Teron Lova. Of course, I rember."
Rina flinched slightly, but Kent only smiled at her politely before addressing her father again.
"Thank you for your hospitality that night. I hope your daughter has improved her weapon control."
Rina bit her lip, cheeks reddening.
Teron chuckled awkwardly. "She's trying. And it seems you weren't just all talk, Kent."
"People change," Kent said, his gaze calm and distant. "So faster than others."
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his cloak fluttering behind him like a banner of fate.
Teron stood frozen, watching the young man disappear into the crowds.
"Father," Rina whispered, "I want to duel him soday."
Teron sighed. "If you're lucky, girl… If you're lucky."
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