Versus pt. 1

Ah is this our first meeting? To some of you at least.

I am the God of Knowledge, the one who commissioned the young Sahasya to write down his stories about his journey throughout the Academy.

Why am I here you might ask? Well since we are about to do some action, I will do the honor of taking his place in narrating the flow of the fight from the beginning until the end.

Think of me as your battle announcer.

And then another question comes, why should I replace him in this endeavor?

Well, I've read the one he submitted… the result, might not be suitable for the eyes nor the ears. It was a cringe festival, and I would rather not share it with anyone.

That's enough introduction… let's get on with the story, shall we?

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Welcome to the Colosseum!

A place personally made by the God of Death Himself, for His student to prove themselves by fighting each other in Versus. It was fully made out of darkness, his darkness. So I doubt anything could actually scratch it.

It's a bit windy today, along with the fall of snow coating the battlefield, clearly not the best weather for those with a low resistance to cold.

Djinns of multiple colors were spotted cleaning both the arena and the audience benches. They really are good at doing simple and boring tasks.

"The first day of college, and we got some action going already!"

The uproaring crowd filled the entire colosseum with their voice. Everyone from Class 1 came to watch their classmates compete for the throne of a ruler.

Even tho they already decided who they wanted to follow… but hey! A good Versus is always nice to watch.

"Oy brother! Don't kill him ok? It'll ruin the balance of the entire class if you do so." Said Hada to his sibling and his princess who were about to compete in the arena.

"Chill— relax… I have no intention to have some idiot blood on my hand." Sahasya replied as he walks alongside his spouse towards the center of the Colosseum.

Together with the cheering crowd, all of the participants now enter the arena. Their hair and uniform are waving, blown by the harsh wind, and the chill starts coursing through their skin.

"The entire field covered in snow… should we clear it first, My Prince?" Asked Anna, realizing how thick those white things she stepped upon.

"Worry not o butterfly." Sahasya tenderly raised her chin. "See how shit the boots they're wearing?" He then gently turned his sister's face towards their opponents far ahead.

"Hm? What about it?" Asked Anna, not sure about what he meant.

"Fire, snow, giants, sounds like a recipe for disaster! We can use our advantage to bully him."

Anna's mouth started opening wide, she began to understand what's her royal husband up to this time.

Both of the Ambawak seemed to notice the fire duo glaring at them. With a huge ugly grin on his face, the big guy started shouting with a loud voice.

"Oy! Don't start crying when we beat yer arse 'kay!?"

That Dubalang's face is full of mockery, his partner however only smiled politely, like the adorable giant she is.

"Oh, we cry alright, no need to worry about that." Whispered Sahasya, so only his beloved can hear it.

"Fighters… to me!" Senaria who acted as referee in this Versus called upon the four of the participants.

As all of them fulfilled her call, she then began her explanation about the rules of the Versus.

But for you guys, you can listen to what I say.

First and foremost, there is no such thing as 'Duel' in this New World. The smallest scale you can get is 2 v 2, with each side having a pair of one male one female. A same-sex team cannot participate, because of how sex applies to combat classes.

For further information about sex and combat, wait until later stories, Sahasya already created a nice explanation for you guys.

Alright next, if the Goddess of Life didn't come to witness the Versus, killing the opponent is strictly forbidden.

Then, to make the fight fairer, all participants are required to use only the weapons and tools the referee has provided for them. But let's be honest here, a battle between different combat classes or even worst, different tribes and races, can never be fair.

A side that had all their damage dealer knocked out or surrender is declared as the losing side. Leaving the arena can also result in a loss.

Lastly, attacking a non-participant is not allowed and the referee has every right to disqualify the violator for doing so.

"All fighters… understand?" Asked Senaria to all of the participants.

"Yes, missus!" The four of them answered in unison.

Weapons and tools provided by Senaria are mostly made out of some type of wood. Hard and sturdy, enough to knock people out, not quite so for killing. Well if you're a Sky Scientist, however, that thing might still be able to kill you.

A pink light shone from Senaria's fist, which she then threw on the ground in front of her referee's table. It was a seed, which then grew into some kind of flower that slowly tries to bloom out.

"When this girl… bloom… fighters… can start!" Said the Sarma, setting the plant as a countersign for the start of the fight.

All the participants proceed to nod understandingly and walk back to their preferred spot in the arena.

With steady stances, the four participants raised their weapons. At the same time, two of their male looked down on each other with their gazes, smiling, menacingly.

The flower slowly roses, and the tension in the air just keeps getting heavier and heavier. In the midst of waiting, using his hand Sahasya gave a cue for his beloved to step back as soon as the fight broke out.

Anna saw it, but she doesn't make any gestures to keep any suspicion that made them look as if they have a plan reserved for this battle.

The flower grew taller, and finally, the buds began to move, signaling that they were about to bloom.

Sahasya started coating his [Santi] (sword) with flame, making it clear that he'll strike along the start of the action. His body blazing hot, not even a trace of water left near where he stood.

*Flash*

A ray of pink light shone brightly from the flower that had now fully bloomed, changing the entire atmosphere of the arena with its radiance.

Without waiting for a single shit, the Dubalang swung his large ax to the ground, overcoming it with strength. The entire area was conjured fully of white smoke, emitted from the impact of the blown snow.

The battlefield turned blind, and not a single soul could see the course of the action.