Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 8/Ch 79 - What it Means to be a Mage

The training room was loud, with the striking of swords as the both of them tried to gain the advantage, and win against the other. Both were able to stand their ground, but could never gain leverage over the other.

"You're getting better Allen, however you're going to have to do better if you want to defeat me," his opponent offered him a grin.

"True, but I haven't been training hard this entire time for nothing, August," Allen pointed his sword at him.

"Indeed. Now, come back at me!," August taunted him, with his blade pointed back at him.

For the past few weeks with the time they've had remaining, Prince August has been training Allen how to fight better with his sword without the usage of his magic or mana, as promised.

While Allen has been working with August to improve his own physical capabilities, he has been working with Mr. Garet and Ms. Florence to better his magical capabilities, but with limited progress.

Allen already knew that his spellcasting was not going to improve. His fire mana already makes it very difficult for him to use his air mana, but he of course couldn't tell them that. Mr. Garet had figured it out on his own and promised not to tell anyone, but the same may not be able to be said of August or Ms. Florence.

"C'mon Allen, I know you can win!," Sarah had cheered him from the stands, as she once again neglected her own training.

But what about Sarah?, Allen thought to himself. What if she found out about my fire magic? Would she still look at me the same? Wait, why am I thinking about her, out of all times?

"Hey, get your head out of the gutter, Allen," August advised him as he went in for another strike, which Allen had to quickly parry. "Or are you too focused on Sarah, perhaps?"

"I- No I'm not!," Allen quickly denied him, as he tried to get August off of the offensive.

"Your reactions say otherwise," August grinned as he went in for yet another strike.

"Children...," Mr. Garet sighed as he watched the whole scene play out.

"And you didn't do those things when you were their age?," Ms. Florence glanced at him from the side.

"I could ask the same thing of you," Mr. Garet smirked at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph," Ms. Florence offered no answer, and crossed her arms.

Allen shook his head to get back to his senses, and then resumed his bout with the prince.

"Let's finish this, Allen!," August challenged him, as he prepared himself to go in.

"Right back at you, August!," Allen matched his challenge, taking his own stance.

They rushed at each other, exchanging strikes as both of them once again tried to gain advantage over the other.

Wait, I'm starting to see openings!, Allen thought to himself, as time seemed to slow down as he kept his eyes on August.

He went in for an opening, just right about to gain the upper hand, and perhaps win.

"Gotcha," August smirked, as he quickly swerved to the side, and before Allen knew it August's sword was already pinned at his throat.

"My loss," Allen admitted, as he sighed at his own defeat.

"Better luck next time," August grinned, as he sheathed his sword away.

"You say that everytime," Allen glared at him for a moment, before sheathing away his own sword.