In The Academy As Sukuna

Ch 7 - Marked for Greatness

(POV: Blaze)

I sat in my office, a room illuminated by natural light coming in from the large windows on the walls.

The yellow sunlight filtered through, though it wasn't too hot, nor too cold... it was perfect.

I leaned back on my chair, a small smile on my face as I replayed the recording of a dungeon run from the entrance exams.

Ryomen Sukuna... a truly amusing individual.

He had shown extremely powerful techniques, ones capable of killing D-Rank monsters with a single attack.

"A physical attack, followed by a second, more intense impact," I muttered, closing the recording. "A sort of... shockwave, after a delay. He did not move physically, so I assume that it was a mana blast."

That would be the end of it, but there was a problem.

All the tests, done from his birth, show that he didn't have enough mana to do that.

There were also some rumors that the tests were fake, and that he had no mana at all, because everyone who has ever met him felt nothing at all.

With possibly no mana, how can he do such an attack?

"And then there's the slashing attack, Dismantle, as he calls it," I continued, moving the mouse to open the live footage of the combat class of 1-A. "It slashes monsters in cubical divisions, capable of completely cutting through D-Rank monsters."

I sighed as I watched the footage of the students sparring with each other on the screen.

These are only two of his attacks, there might be more techniques as well as variations of these ones.

A low chuckle escaped my lips... so many questions piled on top of each other.

"Ryomen Sukuna." My voice echoed in the confines of the room. "You're like Ren all over again."

He has made me just as confused as Ren had last year... it would be interesting to see them meet, but unfortunately, he's suspended right now.

My focus went to the screen as the instructor called Sukuna for a spar, my lips curling up into a large, almost devious smile.

"What will you show me now?"

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(POV: Johan Wolff)

My blood pounded in my veins as I waited for the instructor to call me, my hand trembling with anticipation.

"Spar 5: Ryomen Sukuna, Johan Wolff." The instructors voice called out.

A triumphant grin spread across my face, a fire burning in my eyes as I eagerly went into the ring, waiting for him to come up.

This was my chance to fight the one at the top... to see how far back I am... to see how long I still have to go.

He walked into the arena with neither hurried, nor leisurely steps, his expression giving away nothing as he simply stood opposite to me.

I could see his eyes widening for a brief moment as his eyes landed on me, before he quickly composed himself.

A smirk formed on my face at this... did he see something in me? Something that made him cautious?

"Johan... RUN!"

My mother's final words echoed in my mind, giving me the courage I needed to face this challenge.