Renzo stood atop the grand podium, a golden shimmer of Willlight cascading down like rain. The arena had quieted now—no more shouting crowds, no more clashing powers—only the steady hum of history being written.
A medal was draped over his neck, glowing faintly with stored Will energy. It wasn't just a trophy—it was a key. A symbol. The mark of a warrior ready for the next level.
But as the announcer's voice echoed one last time, Renzo's eyes weren't on the audience.They were on Kael.
In the upper stands, Kael stood with Maiya on his shoulder, Ayato in one arm, and Jinsei beside him, fists clenched with pride.
Kael gave Renzo a nod.
Not of surprise.
Not of relief.
But of recognition—as if to say: You've stepped into the world now. You're ready.
Later that evening, the sky over the capital city blazed with fireworks. The champions were paraded through the streets in a float of light and wind, with Reika Mizuno standing beside Renzo, the runner-up yet honored equally.
Reika crossed her arms and leaned closer. "Enjoy this now. I'm beating you next year."
Renzo smirked. "Looking forward to it."
Back at Kael's home, the air was calmer. Warm. Safe.
Kael leaned on the balcony, gazing up at the stars. Renzo walked out, still wearing the medal.
"You did good," Kael said without turning.
"Thanks," Renzo replied. He stepped beside his teacher, the medal glinting faintly. "I didn't think I'd make it all the way. Not after everything… not after the Rift."
Kael chuckled. "You didn't survive the Rift just to fall in a tournament."
He looked at Renzo then—more serious.
"But now the world knows your name. That comes with attention. Not all of it good."
Renzo nodded slowly. "Yeah. I felt it. Some of those other fighters… they weren't just trying to win. They were testing me. Watching me."
"You're not wrong. Some of them were scouts. Some were spies. And some… might be enemies in disguise."
Kael turned to face him fully now.
"This is only the beginning, Renzo. The Trials test strength. But what comes next… tests your soul."
Renzo clenched his fists. "I'm ready."
Kael gave a small smile.
"No. You're becoming ready. That's the difference."
In the shadows beyond the city, far from the light of celebration, cloaked figures watched from a mountain ridge. A scrying orb flickered in the hands of one.
"He's awakened," one of them said.
"So young," another muttered. "And yet…"
"A threat," said a third.
They all turned, vanishing into darkness.
Because Renzo had won.
And now… the world was watching.