Though I am shamed to admit, at first, it was little more than curiosity. I wanted to know just how high your power could climb. Stupid…huh? You were a talent like no other….and someone born to a main family like I was. Yet, our circumstances were completely different. You inherited the power of your family's unique ability while I did not.
Regardless of the fact that we were both bastards, fortune seemed to smile brightly for your sake but never mine. I watched as you laid siege to everyone's ambitions. Their half hearted resolves were crashed by you. You humbled them. But, not once did you ever look my way. I watched you….never getting close as I thought I was still to weak. I worked tirelessly to gain strength….but when I thought I was ready, you got expelled. Apparently, the blood of a traitor flew through your veins.
People are suckered in by such stories, led to even besmirch the names of those who were never involved. I am glad…I get the chance to at least win your approval. I want to know…if my admiration will be for nothing or if it served a purpose. I want to witness it, the power of a bastard loved by fortune and hated by it as well. Damon smiled before dashing toward Walter.
He went for a jab which Walter dodged before responding with one of his own. Damon raised his forearm to parry. While he was parrying, he saw Walter going for an uppercut with his free hand. To which he responded by drawing back his right hand and preparing to parry it as well. Walter quickly drew back the arm he was planning to use to deliver the uppercut before delivering a knee. That uppercut was a feint!
Damon coughed from Walter's left knee which was buried against his torso. Using both his hands, Walter grabbed his head and delivered a knee the arm he had raised to block the uppercut. Forcing his own forearm to strike his lower jaw. What is this? How is he this fast?
As soon as Walter's right foot touched the ground, he jumped and flipped forward, delivering an axe kick to the back of Damon's head. Using his head as a stepping stone, he propelled himself forward before pivoting his leg and turning back just to deliver a crescent kick, sending him crashing into the ground. He looked at his hand, before looking at Damon who lay helplessly on the ground.
I suppose Alnico had something in mind when he had Asa teach me about human physiology and how it correlates to magic. Though I am yet to master it, knowing which muscles to enhance when I move is cutting back on the wasted motion allowing me to access greater speed and power even with a smaller quantity of magic. "How long do you intend to lay there? You wanted to battle…so at least try to be worth the hustle before I take your points. It will happen, you know."
Damon laughed when he sat up. "You hit even harder than I imagined. I expected a heavy hitter since Decibel lost his arm when he blocked a hit from you but still…it hurts like hell. I almost bit my tongue." What exactly is happening? The level of his magic is levels beneath mine…I would estimate lower D rank at best. How am I this outclassed? You really are every last bit as I imagined...but, don't give me that condescending look.
"I am glad that you find that amusing. Next time, I will ensure you will chop of your own tongue. You need not worry, we have time."
Spark began forming around Damon's body before he got up and dashed toward Walter. He delivered lefts and rights which Walter so effortlessly dodged. Why? Why? Following Damon's volley, Walter stepped through before grabbing his face and slamming him to the ground. Damon's eyes widened as he tried to remove Walter's hand from his face. He couldn't even get him to barge.
Why? Why? You look so calm right now …..am I really not a threat? I have watched you for so long, why does it feel like you are not even looking at me? Lightning began flying from Damon's body as it phased through Walter's aura forcing him to jump back. Walter's hand was twitching as he thought, Spirit magic, huh? His output was immense…I would wager that he brought harm to himself. He is getting up again...
Damon's body continuously released lightning. As far as life goes…I thought it was interesting. I suppose my father's side of the family was always busy. First, my aunt went and slept with the head of the Silverettes and gave birth to child outside wedlock. He had the Silverette's blessing or curse or whatever he regarded it as…and my father followed her examples made me with a woman from one the other great families. I was a failure, I guess. I couldn't even manifest any unique ability.
"I never bit my tongue again, I am afraid …..I am sure you can do better. Treacherous blood silver."
"I suppose I was wrong to hold back too much. I must apologize…I will do better. Mister."
"Please do, Walter…tis no fun unless you try your best." Lightning Art: Oscillatory Charge; Storm eye! The amount of lightning that left Damon's body only grew as ripped apart even the hardened ground. This forced Walter to jump back.
What is he doing? That is kind of careless. Such arts often drain too much energy. I suppose you gave up on hand to hand. Fine then. Walter's silver mist aura dissipated.
"What is the matter, Walter? I thought you were about to do better."
"I was....so do not rush me. I was only allowing my thoughts to dwindle for a moment." Lightning Art: Parallel Charge; Storm eye! Walter began releasing lighting from his body which also ripped apart the hardened ground before clashing with that of Damon. His lightning conquered Damon's with each step he took. This is such a waste of my spiritual vibrations, he thought.
This is bullshit….even this too. He excels not only in speed but power too. His reactions are top notch and his projectile magic is superior too. What kind of plot armor is this? He chuckled. I was fooling myself….I can never match this…I will just watch for the rest of my life. (I don't want to )
He is so much stronger…tis like I am the inferior copy. (I hate that)
I will destroy him (I will win)….then, (if you just say I am strong, I will stop. Just one word from the original…) The lightning he released began to shrink.
"I suppose that was all you had, Mister." The amount of lightning Walter released grew as he put his hands in his pockets. Since he was C rank, I suppose that I expected too much.
But.... There was once someone I knew with that name. He was kind of timid….
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"Hey…What is your name?"
"Da- Damon….no family name since I am a bastard."
"Well that is dumb….I am a bastard too, but I have one. Then just get one too. My father said that power is most important…in that way, I think you are qualified."
That was where it started…the curiosity. The need for approval. Just you telling me I was qualified put me somewhere I thought I could never be.
"And the winner is…..Silverrete Walter."
Again and again ….you showed what a bastard could be but when I clashed with you, I understood just how despair inducing your power was. You crushed me and I yearned to one day be as strong as you. To make the one who made me despair acknowledge the strength he had overlooked. When I fought you, I wasn't bothered that I lost. But rather because ….when I looked into your eyes at that moment. They were bored…and I was never the one who was reflected in them even when I stood right before you.
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No..more. Damon thought before the lightning dispelled. The lightning that Walter released continued to grow as he walked toward the former.
I give up….if I am going to lose anyway, might as well! Red lightning left Damon's eyes before he dashed forward. Walter thought, Is he stupid? You could not match my speed…what makes you believe you can reach the eye of the storm?
He blitz past the lightning before delivering a tornado kick to Walter. This sent Walter crashing into the ground. The lightning he released then dispelled.
Huh….I actually hit him. Blood dripped from his body as the lightning had greatly burnt him. Tearing open his entire body. He smiled. Red lightning was being released from his body when he fell to the ground.
Did I imagine that? There is no way I was shocked enough to hallucinate. That was red lightning. I remember now…he was that Damon. The only person who I knew had Red lightning. It is an advanced application of magic. It occurs at millisecond intervals and is ridiculously hard to maintain to a point that it still eludes me to this day. But he could do it, he manifested it at age eight. "I see, so you were him."
[Name: Walter Silverette] [Candidate Rank: C]
[Attribute: Lightning]
[Unique Ability: Divine Silver; Hands Of a Spiteful God]
[Point value: 400/1000]