Chapter 16: Weapon hunt

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Izuku and Katsuki exchanged glances, both smiling for different reasons. Katsuki was thrilled at the idea of mastering new power, while Izuku thought about all the possibilities this opened for them. But they knew the coming years would be grueling.

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Two years later
Floor 36 { the silver forest}
Coliseum of the rukarai

Loud battle noises could be heard all over the town, and the rukarai living there already knew who was making them. Over the last two years, it had become an almost daily occurrence—Thorin sparring with the two humans who had made quite the name for themselves since their arrival.

"Clang," "shing," and "boom" were some of the sounds that could be heard. "Your aura potency has improved, brat, so go on, show me what you're capable of," the towering, silver-haired man known as Thorin commanded  another silver-haired man, though much shorter. They were currently in a deadlock, Katsuki with his greatsword and Thorin with his massive warhammer.

"Don't think you've won already; after all, we're a pair!" the blue-eyed man retorted, before seeing the familiar eastern dragon made from green aura appearing out of a black ethereal mist, with Izuku riding on top of it. Preparing what looked like a green flame spell in the creature's mouth and wielding a brightly glowing green sword, he charged at the man who had already thrown the greatsword wielder aside and was preparing a counterattack.

"What do you think you're doing? I'm not through with you yet," Katsuki snarled at his opponent before conjuring his awakened manifestation, "the Hands of Time," a giant pair of clock hands made from his silver and blue aura, and then turning the hands backward. In response, Thorin's prepared counterattack was rewound, and he stood there completely unprotected.

'Nice move, Kacchan, now we'll finally beat him,' Izuku thought with a smile on his face. However, noticing the grin on his opponent's face, he wasn't as sure of their victory anymore. Before he could sense it, a lightning bolt struck him from the sky where a storm had formed, along with hearing the warlord say, "Release Recollection."

Raising his hammer, it became charged with electricity before a white beam of light struck from the sky, hitting Katsuki dead-on and causing a massive explosion in the process.

"Hahahaha, looks like I win again. So what kind of snarky comeback will I get this time?" Thorin asked the two young men lying on the ground in front of him, one charred and twitching and the other severely burned with a broken arm.

"You said you wouldn't use perf- eckkkkt weapon control," Izuku managed to say, unable to stop twitching from the amount of electricity he had been struck with. As he said this, a serpentine creature made from metallic and electric blue aura came down from the sky and started circling around the hammer user.

"I never said I wouldn't use it, I just said I'd consider it. But you two have better teamwork than you think. In a real battle, you wouldn't hold back your strongest attack against a foe, would you?" Thorin said, petting the serpent and looking at the other young man, who was weakly trying to form his awakened manifestation.

After finally succeeding, Katsuki rewound his body by a few minutes and was back to normal.

"Gahhhh, when the hell are you finally gonna give us our own divine objects? I'm sick of waiting!" Katsuki screamed in anger, trying to rip out some of his hair.

"Well, I suppose it's time. Listen up, brats. I'm officially ending your training. The two of you have a talent for wielding Aura like I've never seen before. You've learned everything I had to teach you in record-breaking time and drastically improved your overall skills and knowledge. I've got nothing left to teach you. The rest is only a matter of time and experience," the towering man said, pride visible on his face and a single tear escaping his left eye.

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