Before we get into the fight, here is a side chapter. Just wanna show behind the scenes a little.
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Side story (1) - System's dilemma.
1 week ago,
Admist the endless void, a pair of giant eyes float in the darkness, looking through a imaginary window in their vision that showed a sight of Asta discussing his plans with the wizard kings.
"This kid," The floating being spoke slowly, "His strength to get allies has surpassed my expectations... But—"
Wobble
The void shivers like a puddle of water as a mountain like being sits back up, the entire body slowly rising from the fog of darkness to reveal a faceless figure with a triangular cloth bag as a head and a pair of asymmetrical legs and hands that are of random size compared to each other.
"-JUST WHY IS HE WASTING HIS TIME!?" The being continued with a unsatisfied tone echoing in its head.
Meanwhile beneath the being were thousands of strings, each attached to something on the ethereal plane of spirits– the spirits of the systems.
... The being kept huffing and puffing in anger, his eyes stuck on the single window amidst thousands of others. There was no sound in the void but anybody who saw the being could hear the sound its teeth gritting against each other.
"I saw promise in that kid! A desire to destroy and a head full of vengeance and regrets...! And yet here he is, laughing his ass off in the grass while wasting the opportunity I gave him!"
Gaze, the being's eyes turn to the strings.
" Should I just consider it another failure? *places finger on the chin* hmm." The beings thinks for a second, weighting the situation, "That brat is too lazy when it comes to using the hints. Maybe I will upgrade his system spirit to stage 3 as his last chance. A little emotional reminder will keep him going. "
However as the being was considering his thoughts, unknown to even his knowledge, the little system spirit had already developed emotions and was observing him through the string.
The spirit's newborn mind couldn't form anything except simple thoughts, however maybe it was connected to Asta's soul, the desire for freedom from the void being was a thought that was stuck within its core.
"Freedom. Escape, Control... Survival... Help... Asta. " The jumbled baby mind was struggling but it was evolving nonetheless.
Eventually it began considering it's options. The spirit was stuck within a chasm of choices, choices between trusting Asta and betraying it's creator or abandoning him and leaving him to his fate to it's creator's desire.
But as far as it knew, the scale was very one sided because after seeing the thousands of other strings cut in the spirit realm greatly lowered the spirit's respect for it's master– the lesser God of Chaos and redemption, Cloveris. The most worshipped God of hidden cults throughout Spade kingdom.
(Side story- 1 end)
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Side story (2) - The Triumph tournament and the seat of judge.
Kaw kaw kaw
The crows and birds circle above an Colosseum like arena as people flood into their seats from the dozens of entrances.
"HELLO EVERYONE, " Announces Mimosa, the main commentor of the event, "to everyone here to see the tournament can go straight to the seats! And for those who want a cup of the glory can come to the announcers to join!"
Nudge, Klaus lightly taps on Mimosa's shoulder, "Aren't you going over this a little too enthusiastically?"
"Eh?" Mimosa makes a confused face, "What about it?"
... Klaus sighs, weakly bonking Mimosa with his fist, making her crouch down in pain while he takes the mike for himself.
"This is Announcer two and before we continue, I will first like to explain the rules of the event."
A bunch of wisps fly up to sky and create a hologram like chart in the air. The chart showed a three section plan, starting with a battle royale.
"For the first round, the participants are much greater in number thanks to the free entry this time, so— The 16 person battle royale will be held within the boundaries of the stage."
A barrier forms around the stage below, filling it with fog that soon faded away, revealing the first participants.
"The last person standing moves on to the next stage and any spells that are third stage or above are banned." Klaus continues as he slowly adjusts his glasses, "but there has been a tweak in the rules. "
"Wha!? "
"A change in the rules?"
"Did they go crazy? The tournament rules are—"
The crowd goes wild with discussion.
And then, a single voice takes over the arena as the announcer changed again.
"The magic knight captains have been been allowed to join the tournament as long as they control their powers against the newbies. " Spoke none other than orange haired captain of crimson lions, Fuegoleon Vermilion, " But that doesn't mean the newbies will be able to fight back so we have added a condition as well... Each captain will wear their cape and damaging the cape counts as victory... Now, without further ado, let's introduce the first participants."
Whoosh!
The winds wash over the arena, fluttering a single ragged and edge torn cloak within the arena as smoke floats aways.
"Listen brats, Don't waste my time and forfeit. I don't want to babysit you brats."
" Firstly captain to enter the arena, captain of the black bulls– Yami" Declares fuegoleon.
The crowd goes wild half with cheers, while other half shreak back in fear. However above all the crowd was pitying the kids who got pitched against a monster like Yami from the start.
However—
"Second, Noelle Silva."
The shocks didn't stop there, "third, Finral Roulacase. Fourth, Magna swing.--"
It didn't take long as the arena was filled with 12 members of the black bulls (all except Nacht, henry and Asta) and three peasants who didn't even bother coming out the fog.
The shady smell of intervention by the nobles was easy to smell by the crowd. However none spoke out, their eyes instead stuck on the black bulls, looking over them with envy.
"You ready, brats?" Yami asked.
"Always!" Yelled Magna.
"You can count on it! " Luck giggles in excitement.
"...let's go then, shall we? Let's show those fools that this is just a average day for us." Yami points his sword out, "We gonna take that free wish out of that greedy pig(king) 's hands and free Secre from her charges."
The black bulls all charge towards each other, non hesitatingly blasting each other with their skills.
Meanwhile a single poster flies in the air above the arena:
{The triumph tournament}
{ Reward- choice between a Free wish from the noble Parliament and the position of parliament chairmen(for nobles only) }