Combat Class

Brandon was on one side of the room undressing to walk to the bathtub. He got into the tub and pressed a small stone embedded in the wall, and water started to fall and run down his body from his hair to his feet. He spent some time here taking a bath.

Sitting in a towel at the edge of his bed, his magic tablet turned on and a message appeared. Inducing his energy, the Tablet entered the main screen and opened the message that had come to him.

Pandora: For your outstanding combat demonstration, you will be granted permission to attend combat classes where you will be developed better and prepared to provide better support on raids.

Your class schedule has been updated so access and verify when you can start attending such classes.

-We are one, We are Pandora-

He was surprised by this message; the school saw that he had potential in combat, and perhaps they saw some functionality in his ability. After all, he had only used it for technical work, but he didn't know if it could be used in combat.

He looked at his new schedule and noticed that he had classes that same day in a few hours. He used his Tablet to wake him up half an hour before the class started, so he lay down and slept for a while.

Alarm sound

Opening his eyes, he felt much better and relaxed. The energy in his body recovered better if he slept, maybe it was a characteristic of his laziness.

It was 3:30 PM, he took simple clothes and put them on. He wore black shorts and a loose navy blue T-shirt, and last but not least, his sandals.

Before leaving, he noticed that there was no one in the room, so he went straight to class. It seems that Thomas and the other classmates had not returned to the room after the incident.

Arriving at the room where the combat class would be held, he could glimpse many people in sportswear, all looking at him for his peculiar clothing.

Ignoring the looks, he walked around the room and was dazzled by its structure. It was a mini coliseum, with weapons on the walls. From bows, swords, magical guns, spears, knives, and more.

He walked towards a weapon that he liked very much and that few people used. It was a scythe, his eyes lit up like a child when he sees candy, it didn't take much to realize that he loved the weapon in front of him.

Being enchanted with the weapon, he didn't notice when a man approached him from behind. "It's rare to see someone so fascinated with a weapon like this, if you like it, grab it and show me what you can do with it."

Looking back, he could see a middle-aged man, he had a ponytail, and what made him more interested was that this man also wore clothes as unkempt as his own.

To be able to give such permission, he could only deduce that the person speaking was the combat trainer. 'Since I have permission, there's no need to hold back.'

He made his grip close to the scythe, and with his other hand, he grabbed as low as he could. The man was surprised to see such a grip, this was not the use this weapon was intended for, but he wanted to see what the boy would do.

As if it were part of his body, he began to use the weapon, extending and attracting it. His movements still looked rough.

Using a freestyle that allowed him to use it as a medium-distance weapon, as well as a short-distance weapon, was the way he liked to use the weapon.

It was one of the weapons that he liked the most in the summer courses. Maybe because it represented death or maybe because of the solitary life he imagined death had.

Amazed by the scythe's maneuverability, the man applauded, saying, "What a magnificent demonstration, I have never seen anyone handle that weapon in such a way. Who is your master?"

Returning the weapon to its place, he looked at the trainer and replied, "I don't have a trainer, it's my own style."

A smile appeared on the trainer's face. He was now more excited. For a child to create such a fighting style, he must have trained like crazy.

Which was entirely correct. To change his way of life, Brandon began to learn different combat arts in summer sessions. He kept changing and combining them until he felt comfortable with his body and the balance of the weapon.

"You had some flaws in your combat, but I can see potential. If you want to learn to perfect them, come find me after 8:00 PM here, and I'll help you perfect such an art."

He didn't understand why the trainer suddenly showed so much interest in his combat ability, but this was a great opportunity for himself.

The class started, and the trainer began to give demonstrations of advanced combat. Seeing this, he was now more confident in taking such skills from the trainer and adding them to his own.

Halfway through the class, pairs were made to fight and improve effectiveness. People started looking for partners and taking different varieties of weapons.

A girl approached Brandon, which surprised him. She was the one who caused the problem in the cafeteria. She looked at him and took a combat stance, not even asking to be his combat partner.

Brandon wanted to say something, but quickly leaned to the left as a fist passed by his face. He put on a serious expression.

The other person had more power than him, so he could only use his ocular ability for the moment.

This would also be good training to improve his effectiveness by combining his combat ability with his special ability.

Sending energy to his eyes, he controlled the amount of energy to only use what was necessary.

He received another blow, this time she had used a kick. As if his body were one with the air, he leaned back, moving only his hip and left leg, so lightly that the kick passed only 1 cm from his face.

Seeing the kick pass by his side, he firmly planted his foot on the ground and sent a punch towards the girl's face, who was surprised by Brandon's evasive and attacking move.

Unfazed, before the fist hit her face, the girl leaned back while using the same foot that had thrown a kick, threw another one, but in reverse, causing it to collide with the fist.

The trainer was watching this fight while eating popcorn that only the author of the novel would know where the hell he got them.

A series of blows impacted on one side of the coliseum, which quickly began to attract the attention of the other students. This was a really intense level of fighting, none had managed to touch the other.

While one side had beautiful and organized techniques, the other side made attacks that seemed casual but managed to connect with the other attacker's.

The fight continued and soon both of them stopped and looked at each other. The girl looked at him for a moment and then spoke. "You have good moves, but they lack technique, you waste your skills. Consider it a tie...my name is Chen Mei."

She turned around and started to walk away, but before leaving the room, Brandon spoke to her. "You talk too much, to be a good fighter you don't need to make such fancy attacks, an example of that is even though you fought my "skill without technique," you couldn't land a hit," he said mockingly.

When she heard the last line, she looked back at him with furious eyes before leaving the room feeling humiliated.

"Luckily she didn't want to continue fighting, I couldn't keep up with that energy expenditure, she is a very powerful opponent, if it weren't for my ability, I doubt I could have landed a single hit, but this battle helped me see many flaws in my combat ability, I need to train harder, although for my first one-on-one battle, it was exciting."

Lost in his thoughts, he walked towards the door and left the class, this time heading towards the outside of the school. Even though he had arrived, he had not seen this outside world. It was currently nighttime when he left. He could see the dark sky full of stars and the vast green horizon.