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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛs

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Six months prior to the Magic Knights entrance exam, Y/n's training began.

Although she already had a good grasp of controlling her magic, her focus shifted towards honing her self-defense skills and mastering the art of swordplay.

Her loyal servant served as her guide and opponent in these training sessions.

At the top of the giant demon skull in Hage Village, a training ground fit for her purpose, Y/n dedicated herself to increasing her strength, speed, and reflexes.

The battle between Y/n and her opponent was intense, with the clash of their swords filling the air.

Y/n's movements were steady and precise as she countered her opponent's attacks.

Her eyes exuded a calm but deadly determination. Every strike she made was calculated and swift.

Her opponent struggled to keep up with her skill and agility.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, Asta had quietly made his way to the top of the giant demon skull.

His eyes widened in amazement as he watched Y/n's impressive display of combat prowess.

He realized that she was the girl who Yuno talked to from the ceremony.

Asta was filled with a mix of admiration and excitement at the sight before him.

Meanwhile, Yuno had followed Asta and stood nearby, silently observing Y/n's training.

He, too, was captivated by her abilities. Yuno recognized that Y/n was not like the arrogant nobles they had encountered before.

She treated them with respect and equality, regardless of their social status.

Yuno felt a sense of camaraderie with her, appreciating her humility and skill.

In the midst of the intense battle, Y/n almost got caught off guard by her opponent's attack.

However, she quickly regained her focus, maneuvering skillfully to avoid the strike.

With a swift and graceful motion, she performed a full backflip twist, landing firmly on her feet.

The tip of her sword rested just inches away from her opponent's neck, a display of her superior position.

A moment of silence passed, broken only by Y/n's light laughter.

"You do know there's a word called 'surrender,' right?" she playfully remarked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Y/n's servant, who was her opponent, lowered his guard, as he stepped forward with a proud smile.

"Well done, Y/n. Your training has paid off. Your swordsmanship is remarkable," he praised her, admiration shining in his eyes.

Y/n's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, a smile of satisfaction on her lips.

She acknowledged her servant's words with gratitude.