"Third Test 2: The Second Battles."

The announcer waited for the applause for Chiro to die down before he spoke up again, his voice echoing through the room. "Time for the next competitor!" he said, his eyes scanning the remaining students. "Who's ready to give it their best shot?" A young boy, a bit on the shorter side, stepped forward, his face a mask of determination. He didn't look particularly intimidating, but there was something about him that caught Miro's attention.

The young boy approached the center of the arena and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming battle. The robot, having been reset once again, turned its mechanical eye to the boy, analyzing his stance and magical energy. The announcer announced the start of the match, signaling for the young boy to begin the fight. The boy, undeterred by the robot's menacing presence, called upon his magic. A subtle glow enveloped his hands, and suddenly, a whip made of shadows extended from his palm.

Miro, realizing the boy's magic element was shadows, focused his attention on the young boy's every move. The shadow whip crackled with power, extending towards the robot with a crack like a whip.

The robot, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the shadow whip, stumbled back in surprise. It quickly recovered, however, and began to counter-attack. The mechanical body began to spin, its arms revolving at incredible speeds, creating a whirlwind of force. The boy, undeterred, weaved through the whirlwind, his shadow whip lashing out and striking the robot multiple times, each hit causing sparks to fly.

The fight between the boy and the robot continued, each side trading blows and counters. The boy's shadow whip moved with supernatural speed, striking the robot again and again. Every hit was powerful, but the robot's metallic armor seemed to absorb the blows without showing any significant damage.The robot, using its agility and mechanical precision, returned attack after attack, its metal limbs striking out with calculated precision. The boy continued to dodge and weave, his shadow whip dancing in the air as he countered the robot's attacks.The two continued fighting, the energy in the room was electric. Miro watched, his eyes wide, as the boy defied the odds and continued to clash with the robot, his magic power seemingly limitless.

The fight continued, each move more intense than the last. Both the boy and the robot were pushed to the limit, their magic and attacks growing stronger and more desperate with each passing moment. The boy's shadow whip was relentless, striking out almost faster than the eye could follow. The robot, its own attacks becoming more powerful, began to show signs of wear and tear, dents and scorch marks marring its once pristine surface.The battle was now a game of strategy and endurance. The boy, his face set in a determined expression, was trying to wear down the robot, looking for a weak spot in its defenses. The robot, despite its damaged state, was not giving up, its programming and mechanical resilience refusing to give in.

The boy, though growing tired, pushed himself even further, his shadow whip glowing brighter and moving with even greater speed. With one last powerful blow, he struck the robot right at its core, causing a loud mechanical screech to echo through the arena. The boy stood there, panting heavily, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, as the robot's lights flickered and dimmed before finally going out completely. It was an incredible sight, and the room erupted in applause and cheers.The announcer wasted no time. "The robot has been defeated!" he announced, his words being met with a deafening cheer from the students.

The boy, still catching his breath, looked up. A small smile of triumph appeared on his face as he realized he had passed the test. He had proven himself, using his shadow magic to defeat the robot.The announcer's voice echoed in the room again as he turned his attention to the young boy who had just defeated the robot. "And what's your name, young man? You fought well.". The boy, still catching his breath from the intense battle, managed to speak. "My name is Iskaru," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and exhaustion.

The room erupted in applause once again, the students now clearly impressed by Iskaru's performance. The other students, though they had been preparing themselves for the same challenge, couldn't help but feel a mix of envy and admiration for Iskaru.The announcer took a moment to let the applause subside before announcing the next match. "Next up, we have another female contestant," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "Looks like this one's a bit of a nervous one. But don't worry, I'm sure she'll do her best."

The students, their eyes fixed on the arena, watched as a young girl, looking a bit timid and nervous, stepped forward. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she looked as if she might bolt at any moment. The young girl, her hand gripping a long, sturdy stick, approached the center of the arena. Her face looked pale, her eyes flicking around fearfully. She was clearly not as confident as the previous students had been.

The battle began, and the nervous girl, with her magic stick, stood facing the robot. The room was quiet, the students waiting to see how she would fare against the mechanical opponent. The robot, sensing the girl's apparent weakness, made the first move, its limbs shooting forward in a series of attacks. The nervous girl, her hands shaking, dodged some of the attacks, but she wasn't quick or confident enough, and she soon found herself on the defensive.

As the battle went on, the nervous girl, clearly on the back foot, looked increasingly desperate. She closed her eyes and gripped her magic stick tightly, concentrating. Then, when an opening presented itself, she swung the stick in a wide arc, and a small fox appeared out of thin air, materializing near the robot.The fox, summoned by the girl, lunged at the robot with surprising speed. It bit down on one of the robot's extended limbs, jaws locking into place. The robot, though momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack, quickly reacted, trying to shake off the fox.

The students watched, their eyes glued to the battle. The fox, its small and agile form darting around the robot, was proving to be a surprisingly effective ally for the nervous girl. However, they could also see that the robot was beginning to adapt to the fox's attacks.The nervous girl, seeing the robot was adapting to the fox, quickly swung her magic stick again. This time, a large bear appeared beside the fox. Soon after, a wolf, a lion, and an eagle also materialized, each launching attacks against the robot.

The robot, now dealing with a multitude of creatures, was on the defensive. It struggled to fend off the attacks, its metal limbs flailing as it tried to fight off the animals. The room was filled with a mixture of surprise and excitement as the students watched the tide of the battle turn.Miro watched carefully, his eyes wide. The once timid girl was now actively summoning animals to fight the robot. It was a bold strategy, and it seemed to be working. Despite the robot's adaptability, it was clearly struggling against the barrage of attacks.

Miro could see the nervous girl's face. It was a mix of fear and determination. She was scared, but at the same time, she was refusing to give up. It was fascinating to watch, and Miro couldn't help but admire her bravery.With the help of her summoned animals, the nervous girl managed to defeat the robot. The room erupted in applause yet again, this time with even louder cheers and whistles. The girl, looking both surprised and proud, stepped back, her face flushed with victory.

The girl stood in the center of the arena, the adrenaline of battle still coursing through her veins. Her eyes were wide, her hands still gripping tightly onto her magic stick. She couldn't believe that she had won, defeating the robot despite her initial nervousness and fear.The animals, which the girl had summoned, approached her as the battle ended. The fox nuzzled her legs, the bear rubbed its head against her side, and the others crowded around her, as if reassuring her. She looked down at them with a mixture of disbelief and affection.

The announcer's voice filled the room again, his voice echoing loudly. "Well, well, another victory!" he exclaimed, his excitement almost palpable. "And this one was a real surprise!". He turned to the nervous girl with her summoned animals.. "My dear, what's your name?".

The girl, still overwhelmed by her victory, managed to reply in a shaky voice. "M-my name is Nikurin," she said, her face turning a light shade of pink.

Nikurin stood there, her shy demeanor back now that the adrenaline of the battle was fading. She looked at the other students with a mixture of pride and embarrassment, not used to being the center of attention like this.

The room quieted down as the students who had passed the test slowly left, leaving only the other boy and Miro still waiting for their turn. Miro looked around, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. His turn was getting closer and closer. Miro's thoughts were racing, his mind going over the various scenarios that could play out once it was his turn to fight. He knew should stay calm,but he couldn't help but worry. What if he wasn't good enough? What if he failed?

Miro's mind was a whirl of worries and negative scenarios. He was afraid that everyone else would pass while he would be the only one to fail. The thought of being the only one left behind was a scary one, and it added to his anxiety. Miro's palms were sweaty, his heart beating faster with each passing moment. The room seemed quieter than ever, the silence only adding to his nervous energy. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't help much. The wait was killing him.

Could he pass the final test? Or get left behind while others continued their path.