30 – Black Lion
The last day of Mars Arena has finally arrived.
The students in the class of failing students succeeded in taking the place of the 5th person of honor.
Gilbert and Sniffer took 4th and 5th place, respectively.
As an aside, Elysia took third place.
There are now two seats left.
Zeke and Xenia participating in the finals. The match between the two will determine the 1st and 2nd place.
The last day.
The students in the class of the failing students were literally stars.
Starting with defeating the upper class students on the first day.
I even took the 5th place of honor.
There, it came up to the finals.
In a way, it was only natural that people would pay attention to such students.
If I were to ask students to pick the most frequently asked question, this would probably be it.
“How can you be so strong?”
Once the weakest students in Arsene were gathered in the failing class.
Since the students there returned strong, it was only natural that everyone would be curious about the secret of their strength.
Students all answered the same question.
“I trained hard enough to die.”
Obviously people didn’t believe that.
And now.
The final match at Mars Arena was about to begin.
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“Waaa!”
Calls louder than usual fill the Colosseum.
To see the Mars Arena final, more spectators than usual visited the Colosseum.
Boom! Pop! Pop!
As if to decorate the final stage, splendid firecrackers exploded and the emcee appeared.
“Nice to meet you. Ladies and gentlemen! Today is the last day of Mars Arena that everyone has been waiting for! I will introduce myself right away without wasting time!”
The presenter, who appeared in style, pointed to the exit with his arm outstretched.
Boom! Pop!
Then firecrackers exploded and decorated the exit.
Through the fireworks, a black-haired male student enters the arena.
“This is the first time in the history of Arsene that a student from the class of an underachiever has made it to the finals! The main character who caused the miracle! This is Zeke Deccaron!”
“Waaa!”
“Cheer up Zeke!”
“You can do it. Don’t be afraid that the other person is your sister!”
Then firecrackers explode in the same way on the other side, and a black-haired female student walks out.
“A master of swordsmanship. The eldest daughter of the Duke of Dekaron! The treasure of Arsene, who is called a rare genius! And Zeke’s older sister! This is Miss Xenia Decaron.”
“Waaa!”
With shouts, the two entered the center of the arena.
Zenia, who usually maintains an expressionless expression, said with a rare smile.
“Amazing. And you are proud.”
Xenia said, more sincerely than anyone else, that she was delighted with Zeke’s growth.
“…… It’s strange.”
Zeek said, scratching his cheek as if he hadn’t expected to hear something like this from his sister.
“Be proud of yourself, you deserve it.”
Zeek said with a smile.
“Yes. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you. So I try to be a little more proud.”
Xenia, who tilted her head at Zeke’s words, immediately realized the meaning of the words and opened her eyes wide.
“Are you going to beat me?”
“Yes. We will win.”
“Seriously?”
“Are you offended?”
“No, I am rather happy.”
Zeke always avoided himself. Such Zeke now stood proudly and stood in front of himself.
And I declare that I will win. He couldn’t help but be happy.
Xenia felt inferior because Zeke was hidden in her own shadow and could not shine.
As a result, she realized that she was walking the wrong path herself.
She knew better than anyone.
I tried to correct it, but Zeke always avoided himself and Zeke took the wrong path.
Always remain on one side of her heart. She made me look back.
The same Zeke is now in front of me.
The moment to return it has come.
“If you win, take this back.”
Xenia said as she slightly pulled out her sword from her waist.
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An heirloom of the Dekaron family.
It’s Barisada.
The symbol of the next family head.
Zeke screams in surprise at her shocking remark.
“What is that? It belongs to your sister now.”
“It’s mine, so I’ll do as I please.”
Xenia’s firm determination that she has no intention of taking back her words.
Zeke confirmed it and said.
“Don’t regret after losing.”
“I hope so.”
“Both players, please remain seated.”
Following the moderator’s instructions, the two take their seats.
Sureureung!!
Then he draws his sword.
Pyung!
Firecrackers leave the host’s hand and fly high into the sky.
Boom!
The match has begun.
‘Only once. That’s it.’
After learning how to use the core from Derean.
Zeke thought about how to beat Xenia every day.
Derian said he couldn’t win, but Zeke didn’t give up.
I thought and thought countless times.
However, as Derian said, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t think of an ending to defeat Xenia.
Nevertheless, Zeke, who did not stop thinking, was able to find the answer.
The bizarre method of exploding the accumulated mana, the core, with a single blow.
Move it right into action.
Wow!!!
The core starts to move wildly.
The accumulated mana runs out of control. The core begins to crack. Core is broken
The accumulated mana spreads throughout the body. Muscles contract blood vessels dilate
Tears of blood flow from his eyes. A stream of blood flows from the corner of the mouth.
The body is dying.
Nevertheless, Zeke does not stop.
To defeat the opponent in front of you. To forget your past self. For a single blow.
The vast amount of mana fills Zeke’s body, but it’s not enough to come out of his skin.
Black magic as dark as pitch black.
The magic color unique to the Dekaron family wraps around Zeke’s body like a lion’s mane.
Zeke’s running figure resembled that of a lion.
He won’t stop even though the unimaginable pain is tormenting him. Drawing victory, he rather smiles.
Xenia, facing her from the front, also smiled and took her pose.
“I couldn’t fix my brother’s ignorance.”
Unlike Sieg, the magical power that dwells in the sword is plain.
Completed Sword Skills.
Zeke runs ferociously.
An unrestrained swordsmanship that exudes vicious spirit.
They touch each other.
Kwaaang!!!!!!
A sum made in the blink of an eye.
The crowd looks down at them with bated breath.
The two of them switched places where they stood.
The first to speak was Xenia.
With her weary expression on her face, she barely opens her mouth and frowns as she looks at her barisada.
“I can’t give it back.”
Damn it.
Chang-Geurang!!!
An heirloom of the Dekaron family.
The symbol of the next family head is broken.
Puffed up.
And then she collapses.
“I’m going to get scolded.”
Zeke, who was barely standing with his sword as a staff, spoke.
In the static.
The moderator speaks.
“Everything happened, a miracle that will never happen again! Mars Arena Finals! That winner! This is Zeke Decaron!!!”
“Waaa!!!”
With the emcee’s cry, cheers erupted to the point that the inside of the Colosseum vibrated.
The final winner of the Mars Arena final was Zeke.
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“What did Sieg do?”
Since it was the finals, it was Derahn and the students who were watching Zeke’s match from the audience seats instead of the waiting room.
Just now. Zeke’s match was over, Gilbert asked.
They learned how to use the core as well, but Gilbert didn’t know what Zeke had done.
“That… ….”
“Core opening. The secret skill of Archduke Milia Nyx, the master of the north, that bursts all the mana accumulated in the core and captures it in a single blow. I wonder why Zeke knows how to use it.”
Deprived of his explanation, Der Ann turns his head and looks at the owner of the voice.
“President?”
There was Atalanta, who was faking his appearance.
“What are you doing here?”
I always had to go find him. It was my first time seeing it like this.
“I came while I was busy because I had something important to say.”
“You mean here?”
“No. No matter how urgent it is, it’s a little too much to talk about here. I’m sorry, could you please follow me right now? It won’t take long.”
Just now. The disciple’s game is over.
It was not an ordinary match, it was a final, and it was a state of victory.
She seemed to be taking away time to enjoy the championship with her pupil. She was an Atalante who felt sorry for her, but she couldn’t help it as the safety of her academy came first.
She was the one who had many things to hear from Der An right now.
“Teacher, come and see me. We’ll tell Zeke well.”
“Yes. Bye.”
“… ….”
“No, no, Zeke might rather prefer the teacher not come.”
A thrill. Cheer.
Tricia and Veronica glare at Sniffer with bloody eyes.
Feeling that gaze, the sniffer hurriedly made an excuse.
“Oh, no, that’s not the case, hmm hmm.”
“You talk like that.”
“You vomit up the popcorn I bought you earlier.”
A petty argument came and went, but it ended with the sniffer begging.
“Then shall we go?”
“…… I see.”
In the end, Derahn moved along with Atalante, asking the students to convey congratulations to Zeke instead.