Summoner

Chapter 8

Today was the first day of the tournament. All of the schools who took part in it, were gathered at EMA. "Where was the games held last year," Cecil asked them curiously as they sat in their waiting room where they can watch the games on the TV. "Timbland," Maxis said. "They usually win the games. We could win too if Ash and Niko didn't let their feud get the best of them." Ash rolled his eyes but made no comment. Instead they turned their attention to the TV where the games were beginning. Once all the teams had arrived, they had posted the brackets and Ash began to calculate and strategize. He didn't know what the many first years who wanted to prove themselves could do, but many of the repeat contestants he knew and was able to work out plans in case they went against them. 

Layla had to admit, he was a great strategist, but that was another thing she refused to let him know. She watched the screen at the many different magic types. "Why do those guys look like military," Cecil asked them. "Because Mariot Academy is where many who want to be part of the magic military go," Maxis answered. "They use the games to test themselves and they receive harsh lectures and extra training depending how quickly they lost." "Many of them are emotionless bastards," Ash said. "I bet you'd fit right in," Layla said with a smirk and he glared at her. 

"Was it safe to let them sit beside each other," Maxis whispered to Terro. "Hell no," Terro muttered. "You want to be the one to sit between them?" "Not really," Maxis grumbled. "Neither do I," Terro said. He and Maxis then eyed Cecil. "Don't even think about it," Cecil whispered. "Are you three done," Ash asked them with a glare. His brothers looked at him with slightly wide eyed. Ash rolled his eyes before looking at the screen. He noted the moves and techniques of each team who won. "The first match we're in is a mix of years like we are," Ash said. "However, none in their team has been in the games before so I have no clue what their magic styles are. They'll most likely target you first since you use holder magic." 

Holder magic is when one channeled their magic through objects like Layla did with her summonings. Manifestation magic is what Cecil, Ash, Maxis, and Terro used. It's when the person just needs their body. There was also Incantation Magic when the person uses spells and words to use their magic. 

"Ready to play the role as bait," Ash asked her. "Always," she said. "Keep Maribell close to block any attacks you can't dodge," he said to her. "Don't summon any Gods until we go against Niko. Prove your strength by showing that you don't need a God to win your battles." She nodded in agreement and the other three brothers didn't know what to think at the fact they could have a conversation without cussing the other out. 

When it was their turn they were more than ready. 

Sierra sat beside Lady Garia and Lord Darrolow in the stands, as they watched. "Do you think she'll reveal her second magic type," Lady Garia asked Sierra curiously. They only knew of her second magic type because Gabriel had written to Sierra many times throughout Layla's journey, keeping her updated. "I don't think she will. She's incredibly well trained in combat from what Gabriel said, but she may not reveal it." "I wonder why," Lady Garia said. "It's very rare anyone has two strong magic types. She's becoming more and more like her father every day. He would be so proud of her." "It's because it's rare," Lord Darrolow said to his wife. "She wants to make friends who don't just want to be her friend because she's strong. She wants them to get to know her, and not feel used." 

Lady Garia nodded, "I guess you have a point." They watched as their children easily wiped the floor with their opponents. 

It went on like that with every round they were in. They didn't face Niko and his team until the next day. It was the round everyone from EMA was looking forward too. "Here we go again," Lady Garia sighed as she watched Niko and Ash smirk at each other. "At least it's their last year," Lord Darrolow sighed.