Elemental School

Chapter 39 - Truth.

I was swinging my sword at Kurou. Vertically and horizontally but he keeps dodging, leaving afterimages of him. Am I even swinging my sword at him? It feels like I'm swinging at his afterimages.

We don't have the skill level like my parents or Kurou himself, as we can't move really fast or teleport. We aren't powerful compare to them, but if we can get a decent strike, we can win.

Our endurance and agility isn't something we can use in order to beat him. The only way for us to beat him is strength and my father's weapon is the only way. When I grip on the metallic handle with the smooth fabric covering it, the sword would automatically reduce its weight as if it has a mind on it's own. How considerate. Like a pouncing tiger going for their prey, I would leap toward Kurou to attack once more, only to have my weapon cut his afterimage.

Hard thick cattlehide would thrust into my stomach, pushing me to the ground. Kurou's combat boots filled my mind when I was shoved, since it was the first thing I saw, falling like a rock splashing into a riverbank.

He look down at me, with his face in disgust. His face looks like he is looking at a insect. A disgusting one. I would set my sword's weight to weigh less than the usual weight, specifically to five kilogram and throw it at Kurou. The sword caught him by surprise, as it was slammed into his chest.

Thinking about it, I doubt that caught him off guard and it's more like he didn't had the energy to dodge or teleport.

My sister would run toward him when he's busy staggering with his sword in his chest. She grabs the handle of the sword and instantly pull it out since the weight of it was only five kilogram. She would leave a huge cut that spreads through his entire chest. As she hold the sword, she would have her hand gripping on the blade and one on the handle. Soon, the sword turn bright red, as the shape changes from a sword to a spear. The haft would look like it is made out of steel, but the color was black. The head of the spear would have lugs that stretches out to the tip of the spear. It looks unique. As the weapon transform, I would be climbing back to my feet.

She would thrust her spear constantly at Kurou, filling his chest and stomach with holes and forcing him to stagger even more. He won't be able to react or move his arms due to his injuries, making him a open target for both of us. Next thing I see is Kurou slamming onto the floor as he get knock out from the spear's tail.

I would position myself so that I would be at the other side of Kurou as he lies on the floor, trying to get back up. My sister would toss the spear to me, letting me do the final blow. The spear would transform back into a sword the moment I wield it.

I move closer to Kurou and raise the sword, I didn't pay attention to my surroundings on my stance. The only thing I see is my sword thrusting to him, ending him.

So I thought.

Kurou stop my blade with a chunk of ice that levitates in front of his hand. The tip of my sword stayed in the ice. What-

Before I knew it, the chunk of ice would knock me back as it fly into my face like an arrow getting shot into their target. Next thing I see, Kurou has chunks of ice levitating around him, circling him as if they are vultures.

Kurou is an elementalist.

I watch the chunks of ice dash towards me. With a bit of luck, I avoid them as they fly pass me, giving me a cold chill. I would look over to see my mom and dad with a new expression on their face. Fear.

Why are they afraid? They known Kurou since they were young so they should know who he is. But judging by their new change of face, it seems as if they didn't knew this. Looking at their face only made me drop my confidence. Before I notice, a hot tool was slammed into my chest. I couldn't help but stagger and collapse.