It's time for the third match of the S section. The previous matches showed that this generation truly stood above every proceeding one.
F-ranked students seemed more like D-rankers or even C-rankers with the spectacles they had shown.
The cadets murmured in envy and fear at the monsters of this generation.
A true golden generation.
Second-year students and even lower third-year students would struggle against facing them.
And the most popular one of them had entered the battlefield.
Long sky-blue hair fluttered in the wind as if it were the ocean waves,
and her deep blue eyes that matched her hair perfectly, it was as if she was some mermaid or siren with her captivating beauty.
All eyes were allured to her stunning face as if a siren's song rang out from those oceanic eyes of her.
Across from her stood Lucas, his face a mix of nervousness and resilience to be facing The Saintess.
Fanboys and even girls cheered and yelled in admiration the name Christina Vaskerville.
"Lucien! Cale! I'll win this for you guys!"
He screamed while looking dead at me in the crowd.
'This fucking idiot.'
Heads and eyes snapped towards me, and I could only sit there in embarrassment.
They both got set up with protective bracelets and the fight
begun.
And yet, they both stood there and did nothing.
"You seem rather surprised by my weapon of choice, My Dear Saintess."
Lucas noticed Christina's lingering gaze on his two silver guns that glistened in the sunlight.
"It's a rather unordinary pick for a weapon."
"I suppose so, but don't be fooled these guns pack quite a punch."
"Hmmm, we'll have to see then."
"For a saintess, your attitude is rather plain."
I swear I heard audible gasps as their brief conversation was heard throughout the entire stadium.
Lucas began weaving...
his words as he spoke ever so amusingly with the saintess, her replies, clear yet short as she didn't mind the chitchat.
After a minute of this actual stupid conversation...
I was fucking fed up.
"God damn start already! Lucas shut the fuck up and fight her!"
I put my hands to my mouth like a speaker and yelled from the stands at Lucas completely casting aside the embarrassment as nearby spectators looked at me.
The stadium was somewhat loud and filled with minor conversations and cheers, but undeniably
I was the loudest.
A couple of people joined in with my complaints and loudly voiced them out.
"Fight already!"
"Hurry up!"
"Nobody cares!"
Lucas let out a loud sigh and amusingly locked eyes with Christina.
"Hah... Well, well, let's start shall we, My Dear Saintess."
"Hmm, very well."
After two fucking minutes, the battle finally started.
Golden chains flashed forth from thin air carrying an ominous yet holy aura.
[Archangel Valeron's Supreme Call: Chains of Eden]
Christina raised her hands at Lucas and the chains struck down at him.
However, the chains struck through a misty version of him.
Christina looked around, weary if where he could be, trying to find where he could have gone,
But a force tugged at her chin pulling her towards...
Lucas standing there as if the battle wasn't even occurring.
"You really are stunningly beautiful."
Misty wrapped around Lucas' hand behind his back,
and a small rose made from illusions appeared in his hands as he knelt down offering it to Christina.
He had already set it up long before when they were talking together.
[Illusion Magic: Veil of Absolute Deception]
Shocked by the utter audacity of the man before him, a figure of light emerged and pierced him with a spear.
Even the crowd was completely in shock.
[Archangel Valeron's Supreme Call: Soldiers of Faith]
To be as bold as to do something like that publicly to the saintess,
you either needed to be a complete idiot or a naive fool.
Luckily, he was both.
The spear once again hit a misty illusion completely passing through it before dispersing into the air.
"You're gift or authority. It nullifies most illusions. You must be wondering why it's not affecting me at all."
[Authority of The Saintess], it's an inherited gift given to every saintess throughout the generations.
Of course, it was recorded in many books, but no one could get every detail right.
Tens of him appeared all across the battlefields wistfully prating around with no care.
"You know, you really remind me of someone."
Bullets flew through the air from seemingly nowhere.
Were they real? Were they fake?
Both,
as Christina wrapped herself in a holy glow of protection.
[Holy Magic: Protection of Blessings]
"That confused cute little face."
His steady voice filled with amusement and mockery, yet it was filled with no malice.
"It only activates when it feels ill intent or attempted deception and my illusions show none of that."
'This psychotic fucker.'
"Annoying."
Christina raised her hands up into the air and a few soldiers met the illusion with a myriad of weapons.
Swords slashed and spears pierced, yet every Lucas skillfully dodged and weaved around the soldiers.
[Archangel Valeron's Supreme Call: Soldiers of Faith]
[Creation Magic: Wild Warfare]
Creation magic works completely differently; the users can create anything they can think of.
Only heavily chained with mana usage and imagination.
So stupid attacks with stupid names?
As long as the user can perfectly envision it.
Luckily or unluckily, Lucas held incredible mental capabilities even for being an absolute social idiot.
Bullets flew and blurs of light streaked across the field as they came in every direction.
Of course, some illusions were mixed it to add utter chaos to the battlefield.
The soldiers made of pure divine light fell as the illusions of Lucas still dodged and weaved around them as if they were a plaything.
Christina could only create at max six as she guarded against the bullets.
[Holy Magic: Protection of Blessings]
[Combination Magic: Reflecting Swords of Divinity]
Pure golden swords of light oozing with holiness refracted and reflected across the battlefield making it even more chaotic.
"Luckily, I'm a master dodger some even refer to me as The Master Bait-"
His words got cut off as a sword of light whistled passed him almost knocking off an ear.
"-er."
"He just had to say it, didn't he?"
His face betrayed an emotion of worry as he smiled dashing and dancing across the battlefield.
Shooting bullets as he twisted and turned as if it were a new dance he just developed in a flash of inspiration.
The battle seemed to be at a stalemate until...
an ominous heavy veil of mist wrapped around the battlefield and a figure eerily looked down at the two fighters as if it was a god.
It held a long spear made of thick deep dark mist as the bullets began slowing down and the swords stopped clashing with the illusions.
"Materialize."
[Unique Skill: Advent of The Phantasmagoria]
A voice rang throughout the stadium dripping with pure confidence and Lucas stood striking a pose that you'd probably see from some stupid anime.
A smile etched across his face he stood there in front of the crowds with no shame.
The illusions ranged with life as Christina faced the ominous figure and yet her face showed no signs of worry.
Light.
Light shone throughout the misty veil bursting out in rays.
A figure of pure radiant light met the ominous figure of mist,
a sword of brilliant holiness and a spear shrouded in misty deception.
A true benevolent figure of what could only be described as a god radiating with holiness met the misty figures invisible gaze.
Both their figures were shrouded in hoods, one a veil of mysteriousness covering its features and the other a white hood showcasing the figure's radiance.
[Archangel Valeron's Supreme Call: Heavenly Punishment]
"Punishment."
Mist and radiance clashed against each other, a true display of pure power.
As the spear and sword clashed against each other, a battle between holiness and falsehood.
Who would win?
Nobody knew as Lucas and Christina stood there not even engaging in battle.
As the two roaring figures clashed over and over.
Particles of pure holy radiance and tendrils of heavy mist ran throughout the stadium.
And then...
Lucas bowed down and reached a handout to his opponent.
"A dance? My Dear Saintess."
She stood there her hand lingering forward. Her gaze filled with utter judgment and observation as if she was weighing his soul with a feather.
She was confused, who wouldn't be?
Imagine your enemy mid-combat asked you to dance with them.
Only a madman would do that.
Yet, she was curious, she had never seen anything–anyone like him before.
Her authority or gift didn't show any malice at all so she reached out her hand,
and their hands connected; Christina's soft small hands carefully placed on top of Lucas'.
And thus, a dance began with a symphony of blades clashing and specks of light and mist surrounding them.
The spear and sword unending in the background as they gracefully moved along the battlefield.
Lucas with his watchful eye set up the perfect moment, the climax of the battle, a symphony of blades, it all condensed into his final act of the performance.
He raised his hand up into the sky for a beautiful twirl and the figures of deception and righteousness came to one final clash.
And who remained victorious.
Who else would it be?
The man who had diligently set all the props and music for his performance.
or
The stunningly captivating young saintess who was forced to be an actor in his show.
Lucas was fully prepared to lose this match, completely deciding it on which figure one.
Christina gracefully twirled across the stadium and safely landed in Lucas' arms.
As the mist and light faded away, there stood only one thing in our view.
Lucas' hand gripped ever so loosely on a gun directly on Christina's temple as he wrapped his arms around her back.
Deception had won.
And the Saintess simply looked directly at Lucas' dark brown eyes and silently accepted the conditions he opposed.
Bang!
"Lucas Shadowstorm has won."
'He really went all out for this.'
Seeing him, his fantastical magic, and dazzling displays of power.
It reminded me of something.
We had talked about it multiple times and I even reminded him before his match.
"I have to do it."