Tells the story of Aruta Kuroyuki, a 19 year old guy who thinks life is boring with his monotone routine. He's just an ordinary person.
Or is he?
With something he hides in his past, and after his encounter with Noarin Otorii, who shares the same fa...
"Noarin!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos around us.
"On it!" Noarin's eyes blazed with determination as she thrust her hands forward. I watched in awe as a torrent of flames roared from her palms, crashing against the towering pillar of ice before us. Steam hissed violently as fire met ice, and within seconds, rivulets of water streamed down the rapidly melting structure.
"Tch!" Our attacker, a lean man with frost-blue eyes, leapt from his crumbling perch. His coat whipped around him as he descended, and I tensed as I saw his hands weaving intricate patterns. Shards of ice, wickedly sharp and glinting in the sunlight, materialized and hurtled towards Noarin.
My heart raced as I watched Noarin call forth her flaming sword. The blazing weapon sang through the air, leaving trails of light as she deftly parried each icy projectile. The clash of fire and ice filled my ears with a sizzling cacophony.
As I caught my breath, my mind drifted to how much had changed in just a month since our meeting at the ADF base. The world we knew was transforming rapidly around us. Whispers of magic had begun to circulate among the populace, growing from hushed rumors to open speculation. I'd seen the government scramble to enact laws to regulate and control these mystical phenomena, forced to acknowledge this new reality.
The ADF had taken a calculated approach, using the first supernatural incident on the island as a cornerstone for gradually introducing the concept of magic to the public. It was a delicate balance - some embraced this new world with wonder, while others clung stubbornly to disbelief. And here we were, right in the middle of it all.
"He's running away!" Lyra's shout snapped me back to the present. Without hesitation, I focused my power, feeling the familiar rush as I move. In an instant, I vanished and reappeared directly in the fleeing man's path.
The Ice-wielder's eyes widened in surprise, but he recovered quickly. With a snarl, he conjured an ice sword and swung it in a vicious arc towards my face.
Time seemed to slow as I concentrated, reaching out with my senses to feel the flow of the man's magic. I traced the patterns of energy, deciphering the intricate dance of power that formed the ice. Just as the blade was about to strike, understanding crystallized in my mind. I extended my hand, and to my amazement, an identical ice sword materialized, meeting his weapon with a resounding clash.
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"Wha-" The man's expression morphed from confidence to shock, his stance faltering for just a moment.
It was all the opening Lyra needed. I heard her grunt with effort as she slammed her foot into the ground. The earth responded to her will, surging upward around the attacker. In seconds, he was encased to his chest in stone, his struggles futile against the unyielding grip of the earth.
"Damnit!" The man thrashed, his face contorted with fury and fear.
I watched as Noarin approached, her flaming sword now a slender dagger of concentrated heat. She held it mere inches from the man's nose, close enough that I could almost feel the searing warmth from where I stood. Her voice, when she spoke, was as cold and sharp as the ice he wielded.
