White's Techinique

"What are you doing."

This was the most terrifying voice he had heard today; it was much more terrifying than facing the two factions in a brutal deathmatch because he recognized the voice and the chill contained in it.

White!

Not far stood a white-haired youth in a bloodied robe with calm and mysterious eyes that were glazing upon Ironblood with unknown intentions.

"White! You are alive!" Ironblood shuddered in all his beings, realizing the situation he was in, he started trembling even harder,

"NO– this is not what you think! I– I was only trying to see if she was alive!" He desperately tried to explain himself.

White silently watched the lust-driven person and wondered why Golden didn't kill him at their first meeting. But that was not his business to inquire about, so he always kept silent.

Before when Golden emerged with her scary trumpcard, he had used a primal energy technique he recently created to kill off the remaining enemies and hide somewhere. He was uncertain if she had something in store for him. But she had noticed him somehow and used her trump card at the two leaders, without implicating him.

This somewhat surprised him, he had thought she would finish him along with the two, but that wasn't the case.

'Isn't she afraid I'll kill her? Yet, she still dared use it knowing well she was gonna exhaust herself.' White thought with a slight smile. He slowly approached her, looking deeply at her face which wasn't like her usual self. It felt like he somehow knew her from long ago.

"White I really didn't—" Ironblood tried to explain again, but he didn't finish as he felt a numbing feeling on his face.

SLAP!@!

Ironblood immediately felt a strong force assault on his head making his huge body fly in the distance, at the last moment, he eyes saw White's cool yet cold eyes and his body hit the ground gruesomely.

"Agh..." he groaned miserably on the ground.

The other members saw Ironblood's body flying away, they couldn't help but shiver. They saw his actions and behaviors which was completely unacceptable but there was no one to stop him at that moment, and then White suddenly arrived. They looked at Ironblood's unmoving body and the blood foaming from his mouth and wondered how strong White's hands were…

Aizu and Frez had arrived near the Greenleaf group on the ground from exhaustion and injuries. Aizu remained normal looking at the scene, she also wondered how strong White grew because that was not a normal strength that any normal mid-level Unity could have.

Frez on the other hand wasn't calm, ignoring White's strength, he looked at the brute lying on the ground and a sudden anger rose from him that was enough to kill. 

"Noisy," White retracted his eyes, he was getting annoyed by his voice. 

Next, he picked up her body by grabbing onto her supple waist and started to carry her toward the Seed Hole. They were similar in height making it difficult to hold her properly, so, their body stuck closely to each other.

When he passed Ironblood's body, he left the blue sword anchored his hand into the ground. 

The people present flinched seeing his action but didn't say anything. Aizu smiled and followed him without a word, but from her expression, she was extremely pleased. Jade calmly looked at him and went back to recover her energy.

"Is she alright?" Frez showed a slight, difficult frown when looking at his sister's body. It was unknown if his frown was from worry or something else.

"She is just drained." White glances at him and continues walking.

He reached the Seed Hole that was about the size of a normal pool, looking at its dark abyssal dept with numerous primal seeds gathered with thought and interest.

Gently dropping her body on the ground, the primal seeds started to approach the black token on her waist and started its absorption.

"Shall we take a look? I'm curious," Aizu who was beside him asked while curiously looking at the token in Golden's waist.

White merely shook his head took out his token and sat down.

"Haa…" she sighed in slight disappointment but it was gone as fast as it arrived and excitedly sat down beside him and started absorbing the primal seeds.

Frez arrived right after and sighed in relief seeing White' nodd, he was worried that they would take advantage of her at her weakest or even worse, try to kill her but that doesn't seem to be the case. As he was now or even if reached mid-level Unity he couldn't beat White.

'Who exactly is he?' taking a proper look at the battlefield around, he couldn't help but think in trepidation. If he was an enemy then even his sister would have a headache.

The others didn't approach the Seed Hole for now and only exchanged glances with each other; they rather deal with Golden later than White.

…

After some time passed, Golden opened her eyes and saw the desolate sky, the bleak sunlight shone on her flutter eyes, making it slightly uncomfortable and she slowly sat up.

The next thing she saw was the Seed Hole and White, who was sitting beside her, she also saw Aizu and the brother of hers.

Frowning slightly, she thought a little before understanding what had happened and looked at her token without a word.

"How much time had passed?"

"Sister!" Frez rushed up to her in relief, "It's been a few hours since you fell unconsciousness."

"No wonder it was slow." murmuring she put away her token and turned to White, she asked, "Did both of them die?"

"No," White slowly opened his eyes and replied; he didn't seem to be relieved or surprised at her awakening. "When your attack hit her, that girl used something and escaped with a light."

Golden contemplated and she nodded in understanding. 

"What was that golden pattern?" turning to her, he couldn't help but ask. He was really curious about her attack before.

"My trump card. It drained my body's energy to use it." she explained lightly, not going into its depth, "You should also have one right? That invisible attack you used."

Her answer was not what White was hoping for but he didn't continue, he couldn't explain the technique he used, and even if he did, she wouldn't believe him.

Golden also didn't pursue it any further. She looked around and saw the group of people still in the distance and also the miserable Ironblood.

"What happened?" she asked Frez, who was beside her.

Seeing his time to explain had come, he cleared his throat and started explaining everything, causing Golden's eyes to squint after hearing the narration.

"Tell that Jade girl and the two greenheads they could absorb the primal seeds." after saying this, she looked at Ironblood one time and at White before starting to absorb the prime seeds.

Right now time was of the essence, with only one day left before the trial ended, currently, nothing was as important as absorbing the primal seeds.

Frez immediately went to inform the three and upon hearing the news the three nodded with excitement and approached the Seed Hole.

'Thank the Lady!' Greenblade mutters in his mind, his tears threatening to spill.

What only remained of the original group was Jade, Greenblade, Greenleaf, Ironblood, and the two people with the old mirror emblem. Golden only allowed the former three to absorb the primal seeds while the latter three remained ignored.

The three men could only look with independence at the three others who were given the privilege; they wished it was them in their place, but they could do nothing to change the outcome.

White remained unmoved, he heard her arrangement and had no problem with it, nor did he care. More importantly, his concentration was on his growing power of control over the primal energy.

As his Unity kept increasing, so did his ability to control the primal energy, from his control in his previous Unity of 60%, his control had been increasing a lot along with his Unity.

White didn't know if this was normal or not, nor did he plan to ask anyone, but after observing the hopeless mild-level Unity member of his group, who even had trouble facing off one opponent he knew it was abnormal.

White also knew better than to compare a normal person with himself, but he just didn't know the threshold of this world power so, he couldn't help it.

Glancing down at his token, it was written:

Participents number - 300010

White. Age-15

Unity - 70%

Technique - Minor Primal Lance. (Rudimentary State.)

'70%,' thought White, it had increased by ten whole percent before coming to the Seed Hole. But, White's face didn't change because his goal now was high-level Unity and 99% Unity; Major Changes.

He then looks at the new information written at the end of the token.

'Primal Lance…'

This was the name of the technique he had created, and also the thing that made the gruesome holes in the people's chests.

Yes, it was White who did it! It was he who attacked the male faction leader at the beginning and killed the last opponents who his group members were fighting.

This was a technique of manipulating the primal energy into a sharpened projectile and shooting at the enemy. He only managed to do this after gaining unnatural control over the primal energy and combining his knowledge and experiences. 

At first, he created it as a trumpcard but witnessing those true trumpcards, he realized his technique didn't have any edges compared to the golden pattern of Golden' or that male faction leader's black spear attack; his technique was too simple compared to theirs.

But he knew for sure that the flashy trump card they had used wasn't their own, but something of an external power created to protect them. This, he was very familiar with.