Chapter—The Fight and Secrecy
The arena fell silent.
Marin and Klare stood opposite each other, separated by ground.
Neither spoke.
Their pendants glowed faintly—both already drained from earlier rounds, yet ready for this round.
A slow breath.
Then—As time start.
Boom!
Klare moved first.
His foot slammed into the ground, aura surging forward like a tidal wave. He appeared in front of Marin in an instant, fist wrapped in dense, compressed destruction aura.
Marin's eyes widened—but she reacted.
She twisted her body sideways, the aurasphere grazing past her cheek, tearing the air apart behind her. The shockwave shattered part of the arena wall.
Before Klare could recover—
Marin thrust her palm forward.
"Aura Sphere!"
A condensed sphere of shimmering energy shot toward Klare.
He vanished.
The sphere exploded where he had stood, scattering fragments of light across the arena.
Klare reappeared behind her.
Marin ducked just in time as his kick passed over her head. She rolled forward, creating distance, immediately forming layered barriers behind her.
The crowd erupted.
"They're evenly matched!"
Luke's eyes followed every movement, unblinking.
So this is Klare…
Silent. Reserved. But terrifying when serious.
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Momentum Shifts
The battle intensified with every second.
Marin took control of the field—constructing platforms midair, forcing Klare to move where she wanted him to.
Klare responded by erasing them.
Every construct Marin formed—he shattered or nullified with precise, brutal efficiency.
Sometimes Marin had the upper hand.
Sometimes Klare did.
Neither could land a decisive blow.
They clashed midair—Marin's blade-shaped aura against Klare's bare fist.
Crack!
Both were thrown backward.
Heavy breathing echoed across the arena.
Arika leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"I do not expected to Klare to fight like this"Luke said.
"…Klare is like this only." Arika said quietly.
She continued, voice low.
"Klare looks shy. Friendly. Quiet.
But when he's in serious mode… even I would think twice before opposing him."
Luke swallowed.
She's right… I can't tell who will win.
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The Shield of Destruction
Klare taken along breath after a sucessfull hit on Marin puting him away but still she is not defeated.
His eyes sharpened.
Then—he raised both hands.
Aura surged violently around him.
A thick, dense, dark-silver destruction shield formed, layered upon layered, rotating slowly like a fortress.
The pressure alone forced Marin to step back.
She fired multiple aura spheres.
They hit.
They shattered.
But the shield remained.
Marin gritted her teeth.
"…It's not breaking."
She tried again—stronger this time.
Nothing.
Her breathing grew heavier.
How he made this shield
If I can't break it from outside…
Her eyes widened.
There's another way.
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A Forbidden Idea
Marin lowered her hand.
The arena fell into confusion.
"What is she doing?" someone shouted.
Even Evelyn stiffened.
"…No," she whispered.
"What are you trying to do?"
Marin closed her eyes.
Aura isn't just shape…
It's state.
She remembered Evelyn's demonstration.
Aura erupting from the ground like fire.
Aura Flare.
"I've only practiced it…" Marin thought.
"…but I can try."
She stretched one arm forward.
Her other hand clenched her wrist—mirroring Evelyn's stance perfectly.
She concentrated.
Her aura changed.
For a movement nothings happen.
Every ome where confuse what She wanted to do. I think she is goona loss
But after a while.
The air trembled.
Klare frowned.
What… is this pressure?
Then—
WHOOSH!
Flame-like aura erupted from beneath Klare's feet—violent, unstable, burning upward from inside his own shield.
The crowd screamed.
Evelyn stood up abruptly.
"She did it…?!"
The destruction shield cracked—from within.
Klare reacted instantly, throwing himself backward, tearing free just before the shield collapsed entirely
I forget about that Evelym thought them that day,but nowI think she do not have enough power left.
But—
Still
The aura flare grazed his side.
He slammed into the ground, skidding across stone.
His pendant flashed yellow… then stabilized.
Still in the fight.
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The Final Exchange
Marin staggered.
Using aura flare drained her heavily.
Her aura flickered—thin, unstable.
Klare pushed himself up.
He was breathing hard.
Both of them stood—exhausted, wounded, yet unwilling to fall.
They charged.
No techniques.
No constructs.
No shields.
Just pure aura and will.
They clashed one final time—
And were thrown apart simultaneously.
They where covered with thick fist which is created due to there battle.
Silence.
Then—
Both pendants flashed red.
Match Result: Draw.
For a moment—
No one spoke.
Then the arena exploded with applause.
Cheers shook the sky.
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After the Battle
Marin and Klare looked at each other.
Then smiled.
"That was…" Marin breathed.
"…amazing."
Klare nodded, faintly smiling.
"…Yeah."
They bowed to each other.
Respect.
Pure and earned.
Prizes were awarded.
Medals shone.
Photos were taken.
The event ended with laughter, excitement, and memories etched deep into everyone's hearts.
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A Quiet Concern
As the arena emptied—
Only Evelyn, Kaizen Ryuga, and Auramaster Mizu remained.
Kaizen crossed his arms.
"Evelyn," he said calmly,
"You only showed them Aura Flare once. Correct?"
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"Yes… I didn't think—"
"You revealed Auramaster-secret knowledge," Kaizen said.
"Unintentionally."
Mizu sighed.
"What we can to do Kaizen Sir now about this aura flare because people will ask more about this"
Then he turned to Evelyn.
"Talk to Marin.
If anyone asks—tell her you just use a aurasphere inside from ground something like this.
Aura flare isn't something like this exist."
Evelyn nodded.
"…Understood."
They left quietly.
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A Simple Ending
That night—
Luke sat at home, feeding Auru and Koru.
He watched them thinking aboit today battle.
"…Why can't I do things like that?" Luke asked quietly.
Koru snorted.
"I think, Luke," he said smugly,
"you are just extremely lazy."
Luke laughed.
"Yeah… maybe."
He leaned back, smiling.
A boring day.
That somehow became unforgettable.
And so—
A day without dungeons ended
with excitement, growth,
and memories that would shape the future.
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End of chapter.