Chapter 2: Divinational Battle
Blue—Blue dyed his vision until a form appeared within it.
"You're not getting away so easily."
The black-top was burned by heat effectively astounding its fuel point as a mass of blue flares lingered monstrously before them.
"This'll be much more straightforward for you in the event that you give up unobtrusively. You haven't been approved to utilize
The boy's heart was still as water, yet his gaze, completely free of misgivings, was raging hotter than flames.
"...Nowhere to run, huh."
Any individual who saw it would know what the boy's uniform meant—the First Indigenous School for Transcendental Divination Education, all the more usually alluded to as the Academy.
Trapped by walls of blue fire, the long-haired man contacted the "reflection," planning to abduct the convenient bystander hostage.
"?!"
"Huh… ?"
Nonetheless—the one who ought to have been there… never again was.
Nothing up his sleeve…
The reflection was at that point walking toward the boy when he was brushed by that fireball. He truly was simply walking. Regularly when fire emits in one's area, one would not be able to deal with the circumstance… contracting away in astounded fear. Regularly, fire flying one's direction would make one frenzy… would cause one to escape shouting.
One would either move fiercely, or stop moving altogether. One of those two would be the regular response for an individual. That is the reason he missed the "reflection". He expected he would in any case be next to him. That's how weak an existence the "reflection" was.
"How abnormal. I was just thinking I should go help you."
The boy gave his eyes somewhat scour as he understood that the observer he'd thought had reached out, the "reflection", had gotten that nearby.
"Continuously set up an escape route. Individuals can show startling strength when their retreat is cut off."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. It doesn't add up to counsel."
As he passed, the boy felt the "reflection's" look on his arm.
His bracelet: his
He appeared to show a touch of interest in the gadget, which was producing an admonition.
The "reflection" turned his unaffected eyes to the distance and strolled off, conducting himself like a ghost and unmistakably not planning to own the scene to its decision.
"I've been shooting cautionary shots as of recently. The following one won't miss."
The boy's consideration and unclouded look were centered exclusively around his opponent. A hot conviction aimlessly administered his activities, a similar hotness as in the fire he had some expertise in controlling.
"We've caused a significant ruckus. I accept that DUDO will be here whenever now… I'll need to make my stand here."
Having lost some other plan of action, the long-haired man took up a position to start drawing out his
"Hurricane, free, and untamed."
The blast he released made cutting edges of air pressure that rushed at the boy.
"Wind… ! Nnnnghh!!"
The boy was halted by a mass of wind with no real way to keep away from its undetectable assaults. Endless cuts touched him before he could respond. While not extremely deadly all alone, the shadow slices must be impeded with his arms in order to stay away from harm to more lethal regions like his eyes or neck, the blood misfortune from the brushes would accumulate over the long haul.
"It should be difficult for you to try and keep your eyes open, I'll kill you very much like this… taking as much time as necessary to cut you to strips"
...The man had lied. Anybody prudent would have the option to sort out what the cornered rodent's plan truly was. The long-haired man was on the run, and his time was restricted. The little cuts served to draw the boy's attention while the man was ready for his deadly blow.
"This is your last admonition! Stop your opposition!"
"I wonder who will quit opposing first… !"
The long-haired man centered his long-range assaults, delivering another gust of unparalleled accuracy. Like trees felled with a hatchet, the streetlamps to the right and left of the boy twisted down toward him.
"?!"
"This only happened because you continued to ramble all that gullible crap! You had bounty opportunities for a counterattack"
At a similar second the long-haired man put into high gear his trap, he took off like a bullet—testing the boy. It would be straightforward for the boy to keep away from the streetlamps. However, right then and there, the long-haired man could launch a point-clear assault of strong divination…
It's a wild bet, yet one that is out of the blue… successful. Rather than cautious plans, straightforward stunts like these are significantly more compelling. The long haired man was very much aware of the fact that it is so vital to be unequivocal in a battle.
"...I already let you know that the following one wouldn't miss."
However. That idea. That rationale. It required the overall influence between them to be near equivalent.
"Burst into flames."
Concentrating his five senses in the center of his hand and releasing it—that was the boy's best method for using his Divination. A flood of hotness emitted from the hand he'd banged to the ground, twisting the streetlamps that took steps to pulverize him. The shafts bowed like wires, tumbling down on the long-haired man, who'd been attempting to take the boy's flank.
"Oh, fu—"
He kept away from them at the last moment.... in any case, unfortunately for the long-haired, he'd just evaded the eventual outcome of the boy's assault. Noises he wasn't accustomed to hearing—pulverizing, crushing, burning commotions—surged past him. Blue flames drew welts behind them as they hurried through a substantial ocean, as though an embodiment of the boy's conviction, as though a melody of destruction.
Totally stripping the very much cleared street, the blue flames swam their direction through the ground and brushed the long-haired man's toes.
"This is, this power is—"
It was generally very late for him.
The blazes erupted around the long-haired man as though to suffocate his demise cries and gladly did their work.