The showdown begins!

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The sun rose once more, casting its first rays across the sky, heralding a new day.

The arena, now bustling with energy, had drawn an even larger crowd than the day before.

The spectators, who had been captivated by the display of youthful power and potential, filled the stands, eager for more.

Whispers of excitement rippled through the crowd as they anticipated the second day of these once-in-a-century battles.

Everyone knew that today would bring new spectacles of strength, strategy, and perhaps even a few surprises.

Shinju Hayato stood at the edge of the arena, his eyes scanning the throngs of onlookers.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation. All divisions had gathered in their designated corners, their champions ready to clash.

Tomoki Noato, the charismatic announcer, appeared in the center of the arena, his voice ringing out across the battlefield.

"Dear people! After yesterday's intense battles, which showcased the true power of our students and left the battlefield in ruins, we now move on to the second day of the Inter-Division Battles!"

The crowd erupted in cheers at Tomoki's declaration, the excitement palpable in the air.

Shinju raised his hand, and with a subtle wave, the entire arena seemed to tremble. In an instant, the battlefield materialized in the center, ready for the next confrontation.

"The second match of the second battle," Shinju's voice boomed, "will be between the Second Division and the Third Division. Contestants, please take your places."

The arena fell into a hushed silence as the first competitor entered the battlefield. A tall, handsome man stepped forward—his dark, mesmerizing eyes gleaming under the bright lights of the arena. His presence exuded an almost regal air, as though he were a prince stepping out of a fairytale. His striking appearance made the crowd gasp in awe.

The Third Division members looked on with pride, their eyes filled with admiration for their champion. But as the man stepped further into the arena, his gaze locked on his opponent, and his expression faltered.

"T-t-tatsuno-san!?"

Standing in front of him, calm and poised as ever, was Ryoko Tatsuno. She stood with her eyes closed, her presence alone sending an almost unbearable pressure into the air.

The man from the Third Division felt a cold sweat break out across his back.

He had heard of Ryoko's legendary strength, but seeing it firsthand was a different experience entirely.

His legs trembled as he stepped forward, knowing deep down that he stood no chance against her.

Before the match even began, the man was already defeated in spirit.

Tomoki, ever the professional, raised his hand to signal the start of the battle.

"The second match, between Tatsuno Ryoko of the Second Division and Haga Kenshin of the Third Division, begins!"

But before the words had fully left his mouth, a shrill scream pierced the air. The crowd's collective breath caught as they watched in disbelief.

Without a single movement, Ryoko sent Haga Kenshin flying out of the arena, his body crashing to the ground outside. He landed in a heap, blood leaking from his mouth. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly unconscious.

The arena fell silent, the spectators stunned by what they had just witnessed.

It had all happened so quickly—one moment, Kenshin was standing, and the next, he was launched out of the battlefield without Ryoko even lifting a finger.

Shinju Hayato, the most experienced fighter in the arena, stared at the scene in disbelief.

How… How did she do that? How did she move so fast, or did she even move at all?

Tomoki stood frozen for a moment, unable to comprehend the event he had just witnessed. The crowd's cheer had turned to stunned silence.

"Announce the results already," Ryoko said nonchalantly, turning to walk away from the battlefield, unfazed.

Tomoki snapped back to his senses and reluctantly announced, "T-the winner of the second match is Tatsuno Ryoko of the Second Division!"

The arena remained silent. The crowd had heard the rumors that Ryoko was an S-rank fighter, but no one had expected her to be this powerful. It was more than just strength—she had dispatched her opponent in a way that defied comprehension.

Shigeru Morishita, watching from the stands, let out a soft sigh, his lips curling into a small smile. It's nothing compared to when she fought those demons. This girl… she's truly a monster.

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The day moved on, with the Second Division dominating the battlefield. In the fifth match, Kawamura Hibino stepped onto the field, his confidence on full display.

"And the winner of the fifth match of the Second Battle is Kawamura Hibino of the Second Division!" Tomoki declared.

The crowd's excitement was tempered by Hibino's smug remark as he returned to his corner. "Hmph! Weak."

With each successive match, the Second Division's dominance became undeniable. Hikuro, Meiko, and Hibino all won their respective battles without breaking a sweat, solidifying the Second Division's status as the front-runner in this round.

Finally, it was time for the last match of the day—the most crucial one.

"The final match of the Second Battle of the First Round will now begin!" Tomoki called, his voice booming across the arena. "Contestants, please enter the battlefield!"

The anticipation in the arena reached a fever pitch as Ryuu Aramiya stepped out from the Second Division's corner. His expression was calm, but his heart raced with excitement. Ryoko, who had been watching with a supportive gaze, walked up to him, her fingers brushing his hand before she smiled at him warmly.

"Be careful out there," she whispered softly.

Ryuu returned the smile and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping into the battlefield. As he entered, he saw his opponent waiting for him, a smirk on her face. It was clear that she had no respect for him, believing him to be a mere obstacle in her path. Ryuu could feel her dismissive attitude, but he refused to let it rattle him. He remained calm, his focus sharp.

Before the match began, Tomoki addressed the crowd once more.

"Before we start, let me declare that if the Second Division wins this final match, they will be declared the overall victors of the battle, as no member of the Third Division has won a match thus far."

The crowd gasped, their eyes flickering between Ryuu and Misaki. The stakes were high, and this final match could decide everything.

"Now, the final match of the Second Battle between Aramiya Ryuu of the Second Division and Hino Misaki of the Third Division, begins!"

The arena erupted in cheers as the match started. Ryuu stood resolute, while Misaki's laughter echoed through the air.

"Hah! As if I could lose to someone with only R-rank magic control!" Misaki taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Ryuu, undeterred by her words, stood silent, his focus unwavering.

Shigeru watched from the sidelines, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"This boy… He's learned how to stay calm in the heat of battle."

Akiko, standing beside him, furrowed her brows, confused by his calm demeanor. "Why are you so relaxed? I'm worried about Aramiya-kun!"

Shigeru's smile widened. "Just watch. You'll see soon enough."

And just as he said it, the battlefield erupted in a massive explosion. A fierce fire engulfed the arena, and the crowd screamed in alarm. Misaki stood at the side, her grin widening as the flames roared.

The arena watched in stunned silence. Ryuu had been caught in the inferno, his fate seemingly sealed. Seichii, watching from the sidelines, yelled in panic, "RYUU!"

Misaki, believing the match to be over, began walking away with a smirk on her face. "I guess it's over now, huh? Heh heh."

But just as she turned her back, a voice echoed through the arena.

"Not yet!"

The crowd froze. Ryuu emerged from the fire, unscathed. He stood tall, not a single burn mark on his body. His expression was calm, almost serene, as if he had walked through the flames without a second thought.

Misaki stood frozen in disbelief.

(How? He survived?)

The entire arena was silent as Ryuu slowly advanced, his steps measured and deliberate.

He had come out of the fire, unhurt. And with that, he had shattered every expectation.