Confrontation

At first, it was obvious. The persons hair was blown up by a person with wind element, or so some might think. But something was still off. Lightning mages can produce lightning, not smoke. Smoke would be from fire mages, if anything. So something must've burned for the smoke to be there.

And finally, cracks all over the floor. Smaller ones and big ones, but apparently no one thought of it.

There was one thing that struck Tristan's mind, gas. Flammable gas. From beneath the arena, the cracks let it out inside the arena. If only one fire mage, or even lightning mage, used a spell, everything could burn.

When the lightning mage used his spell, nothing really burned, but that was about 15 fights ago, who knows how much gas was in the room.

Then again, probably none, since it would have exploded before. Either Tristan was completely wrong and overthinking things or he was right and something, or someone, was keeping the gas from rising. It was most likely no person, since the person would have to be on guard at all times. He looked around.

„I'm right here! Do you want to loose so badly?", he suddenly Heard and saw one of the enemy team's swordsman approaching.

When he was close enough Tristan slapped him right in the face and looked back to the spectators seats, to see if anything suspicious was going on.

Meanwhile, the mage started focusing on Tristan as well.

„Annoying.", Tristan mumbled to himself and jumped at the mage, who was still flying. One punch to the chest and he was also out of the game.

Remaining were only two swordsman, the archer and the healer, the latter started healing the wounded.

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In the spectators seat, one person was looking intensely at the fight of Tristan's team.

‚Is he on to us?', the person questioned herself.

„Quick, I think he knows something."

The person was dressed in a school uniform, wich a lot did. by then, because once your fight was over you would join the spectators.

After the person said these words to other people in school uniforms rushed towards one place, a small locked door.

Meanwhile, Tristan now decided to finish his fight quickly.

He teleported behind the healer and hit him in the head once. He did this with the remaining enemies as well.

„The fight is over, you may now join the spectators!"

After the announcement Tristan wanted some peace and quiet, but he was stopped by Kalu and Tsoka.

„Hey, you can teleport?! That's super cool! Can you teach me how to do it?", Kalu asked.

„Sorry I got something to do.", Tristan wanted to excuse himself from the two, but they wouldn't let go so easily.

„Come on, we can't leave anyway right now, there are still three fights left."

„Three? I suppose then I can stay here. But I won't teach you anything.", If there were only three fights left, then there probably was no danger, even though he was still curious about how gas is stopped from rising.

The trio sat down at a rather empty area.

Tristan looked around, not far from them some voices were heard. Three people were talking to one person, while another person slowly passed the arguing people, to get to a door!

‚That Must be it!', Tristan thought.

„I have to go.", he said and quickly stood up.

„What? Why? Where are you going?", Tsoka asked and also stood up.

Tristan ignored her and left for the door.

„[Teleport]", he mumbled and arrived at the now opened door.

Someone was already inside.

Tristan entered a large room with a machine in the middle. The machine looked like something from the industrial revolution, only there was a glowing crystal inside. The machine was connected to a variety of pipes that went into the walls.

In front of the machine was the person who he saw earlier.

It was a young boy, maybe 15 or 16 years old. His face was covered with a hood.

„Who are you?", Tristan asked.

„You shouldn't be here.", the boy answered.

„Yeah I don't think you should be here either.", Tristan said.

„What's your name?", the boy asked.

„I don't see how that's important now.", Tristan replied.

„Well you can't stop me!", the boy said and took out a sword.

„Hey, Hey. Who said anything of stopping you? I'm interested in that thing.", Tristan said and pointed at the machine.

The boy looked at him with a stupid look.

„Why would you be interested in that?", he asked.

„I have some things to confirm. For example, what happens when I take out the crystal.", Tristan said and smiled.

„Ah, it seems like we have similar interests then. Be my guest.", the boy said and stepped aside.

Tristan approached the machine.

„Foolish", the boy said and swung his sword at Tristan, who replied with a smirk and unsheathed his sword himself.

With one swift motion, the sword of his enemy was cut in half.

„What the... oh, i see. You're Tristan aren't you?", the boy said.

„Indeed I am. Now, you know my name, may I know yours?", Tristan asked.

„My name is Tasaki. I am in your class.", Tasaki said.

Tristan raised his eyebrow.

„It seems like my sword is a little on the unfair side. Let's use other swords.", Tristan then said and used his Creation skill to make two new swords.

He tossed one to Tasaki, who caught it easily.

„That's quite the power you have there. These swords aren't of bad quality.", Tasaki complimented him.

„Yes, but due to... circumstances... they aren't as good as they could be.", Tristan said, but immediately regretted it. He didn't know where Tasaki came from, obviously Tasaki wasn't a normal student.

First, normal students would enjoy the fights, Tasaki didn't care about them. Then, the classes weren't announced yet, though somehow Tasaki knew that they were in the same class. He will know soon.

But that sentence he said could have given away his intentions in the capital. He must get rid of Tasaki as soon as possible, but he can't kill him right here, since at least Tsoka and Kalu knew that he was here. If a body was discovered, he would definitely be suspected.

Tasaki smiled.

„Well then, let's cross our swords one more time.", he said and readied himself.