ᴀ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴꜱ // ᴇʟᴇᴄᴇᴇᴅ ꜰᴛ.ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫:: ꜱᴇʜʏᴀʜᴀʀᴀ

━───‘What....was that?!’

Is the proper question running into everyone's mind as they witnessed Subin dissapeared from the battlefield, replaced by another girl with debonair silver hair, covered eyes and apathetic ambiance. A matching silver sword that exudes an ominous scarlet glow is on her hand, placed against Duke's throat resembling a grim reaper whose emanates death with their gloomy scythe.

Jiwoo was holding Subin, standing far away from Duke. His eyes serious and cold but the moment he glance behind, his eyes widened in shock.

'Chi...ye?' Jiwoo's shock was written in his face, same as the others when they saw Chiye jadedly standing close to Duke while holding a sword against the young man's neck.

Chiye, unconcerned about the gazes surrounding her, her voice dull. "Well?"

Upon hearing Chiye's indifferent voice, everyone finally snapped out of their shock. Voices floated around the training grounds like buzz of bees.

"Hey, did you see that?"

"That's Jiwoo and that girl named Chiye, right?"

"Weren't the two of them sitting right here with us?"

"I knew that Jiwoo is fast but that speed is just..."

"Yeah. That Chiye girl too. Isn't her power healing?"

"Even Duke didn't noticed them?"

The murmurs of the students from the Korean Awakened Academy was like an alarm causing Subin to wake up from her shock. Her eyes widening as she quickly jump out of Jiwoo's arms, pushing his away with obvious anger.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Her voice is filled with agitation.

Surprised by Subin's reaction but totally expecting it, Jiwoo muttered. "Sorry for suddenly interrupting your match."

On the other hand, Chiye rolled her eyes muttering a small. "Not sorry."

Feeling more frustrated at Jiwoo's words and Chiye's whispering, Subin had the urge to grab the both of them and bash both their heads together. How can they be so reckless?!