my first union academy story

chapter 37

My Pov

Kiba, brandishing his demonic swords, and Xenovia, wielding Excalibur Destruction, charged at me with determination etched on their faces. Koneko, her feline agility on display, joined the offensive. The clash was imminent, but as they launched their attacks, a weary sigh escaped my lips.

With a fluid motion, I effortlessly dodged Kiba's strikes, his swords swishing through the air where I had stood just moments before. Xenovia's Excalibur unleashed destructive energy, but my movements were too swift for its trajectory. Koneko's rapid strikes aimed for precision, yet they seemed to pass through the afterimage of my form.

Hiro:You guys need to step up your game

I commented casually, my voice laced with an amused tone as their attacks continued to miss their mark.

Kiba, undeterred, intensified his assault, the demonic swords slashing through the air with precision. Xenovia, determined to make an impact, poured more energy into Excalibur Destruction. Koneko's agile maneuvers became a blur as she attempted to land a hit.

However, each attempt proved futile. I effortlessly weaved through their attacks, my movements almost leisurely compared to their frantic efforts. The disparity in strength and speed became increasingly apparent, creating an illusion of a one-sided dance where I effortlessly evaded their strikes.

Hiro:I expected more from the famed Swordsmen of the Gremory Peerage

I teased, sidestepping another barrage of attacks.

Their frustration grew evident as their coordinated efforts failed to land a single meaningful blow. Kiba gritted his teeth, Xenovia's determined glare intensified, and Koneko, despite her composed exterior, couldn't conceal a hint of frustration.

In a decisive moment, I halted their onslaught with a single hand, their weapons frozen inches from my body. The atmosphere shifted, a silent acknowledgment of the vast difference in power. "Nice try," I quipped, the amusement in my tone undeniable.

As Kiba, Xenovia, and Koneko persisted in their attacks, their determination clashed against my casual demeanor. A yawn escaped me, a subtle sign of the yawning gap in strength that separated us.

Kiba, fueled by the demonic power coursing through his swords, unleashed a flurry of strikes. His movements were swift, yet the precision of his strikes seemed to fall short as I effortlessly sidestepped, almost indifferent to his efforts.

Xenovia, wielding the mighty Excalibur Destruction, channeled tremendous energy into her attacks. The destructive force unleashed by her blade created shockwaves, but they dissipated harmlessly in the wake of my nonchalant evasion.

Koneko, agile and composed, approached with calculated strikes. Each move intended for precision, yet the disparity in our abilities rendered her efforts futile. I observed the choreography of their attacks, my responses measured and seemingly lethargic.

Hiro:You guys really need to work on your coordination

I remarked casually, my voice carrying a tone of playful critique as their assaults continued.

The battleground transformed into a dynamic stage, their attacks a symphony of swishes and clangs. However, my movements were the epitome of calm within the chaotic dance. Their attempts to corner me, strategizing on the fly, proved fruitless against my superior speed and reflexes.

Despite their relentless onslaught, I remained unruffled. It was a one-sided display of power, a demonstration of the vast gap in strength that defined our clash. The yawning difference between us became increasingly apparent, casting a shadow over their valiant efforts.