8 Powers in the Shadows are Lonely (1/2)
The aura around Olba is changing.
The frenzied magic that I'd been feeling from him is shrinking, being compressed, and contained within his body.
His blood vessels are bursting, his muscles are tearing apart, and his bones are snapping, but everything is being recovered instantaneously.
Surpassing the limits of being human, a vast amount of magic now dwells inside his body.
The Order calls this 'Awakening.'
Now that he's become like this, there is no way to revert back.
However... in exchange, he gains tremendous power.
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”AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Together with a beast-like roar, Olba's figure disappears.
Together with a dull sound, the young boy clad in black is blown away.
Right before he smashes in the wall, the boy kicks it, then fixes his stance and lands.
However, Olba's sword continues to send the boy flying around like a rag doll.
”So slow! So light! So brittle! This is reality, you brat!”
Olba continues attacking.
Every time there is a sound, the boy is blown away.
Olba's slashes are absolutely fast, absolutely heavy, and absolutely merciless.
An overwhelming amount of violence.
When a tiger kills a rabbit, it doesn't need to use any tricks. It simply brandishes its strength, and that's enough.
There is no way to resist.
The boy in black is one-sidedly being crushed.
Or so Olba expected.
”!?”
Blood suddenly spurts from Olba's chest. When was this not so shallow cut made?
Olba stops moving for an instant, but then sends the young boy flying again the next moment.
”IT'S USELESS! IT'S COMPLETELY USELESS, YOU BRAT!!!”
Olba's wound is supposed to be deep enough to reach bone. However, the wound bubbles, then regenerates in a split second.
”THIS IS POWER!! THIS IS STRENGTH!!”
Olba accelerates even more.
The scene of him spurting blood while zooming through the air is almost like a red flash.
Black versus red.
The two clash – the black is sent flying, while the red spurts blood.
The exchange of blows cannot be followed by the naked eye.
Only the red afterimages and the sight of the black being sent flying indicate that there is something going on.
But this does not last long.
The disparity between the two is obvious, and it requires no stretch of imagination to predict the black being destroyed eventually.
It is supposed to be a fight that where there's no way for him to lose.
Repeatedly he swings his sword, and repeatedly he demonstrates his dominance over the black.
But, why.
Why... how does the boy in black continue to stand back up again and again, looking none the worse?
”Why... why can't I reach you...?”
There is no visible change on the black. Having used almost no magic, having made almost no movement, simply allowing his body to follow the flow of Olba's attacks. Exactly like a leaf caught in a rapid current.
But he was not only flowing along, but also using Olba's momentum to deliver accurate and precise strikes.
There is nothing unnecessary, nothing extraneous. Just being natural, letting things be the way they are.
”How ugly.”
So says the black. Those eyes that seem like they can see through all things are focused on Olba.
”What do you know... WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?!?!?!”
So screams Olba.