The tournament (3)

Erik couldn't help but wince as he observed his opponent. Rocco's display struck him as amusing, almost comical. It took considerable effort for Erik to suppress a laugh at Rocco's grandiose speech.

The two were positioned on the lawn behind the school. Around them, at least forty students prepared for their own battles.

The area was spacious, allowing for unimpeded combat. Yet, they needed to remain vigilant to avoid colliding with other fighters or the gathered spectators.

Rocco and Erik faced each other, standing at a distance. Rocco glared at Erik as if he were his arch-enemy without realizing how ridiculous he looked.

"Okay," Rocco's shout was intended to make everyone to hear, and eager to begin. "Let's get started!" His voice carried across the lawn, drawing attention.

With that, he channeled mana. A semi-transparent blue sword materialized in his hand, shimmering slightly in the light.