After eating, Marcus and Maya also beca citizens of PeakWicked Kingdom.
The group moved upon Pymon’s back as the majestic bird travelled through dinsions and arrived at the place where Hiroshi and Silvester had decided to start upon arriving in the third layer.
...
The air was sharp.
A wide courtyard stretched between two traditional dojos, their architecture mirroring each other like rivals locked in silent conflict. Wooden floors, crimson banners, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the wind.
Students gathered around in a loose circle.
At the center stood two figures.
Hiroshi.
Silvester.
Both held wooden swords.
Yet the pressure they emitted made the atmosphere feel like steel.
Both beca teachers at the two rivaling dojos.
Although so students even had a higher lifeform rank than them, as they were rely at Tier-6, both of them had powerful sword-based decks with depths that could give insights to others, and were given the position of teachers.
"Still using a basic stance?" Silvester smirked, rolling his shoulders. "You’ve gotten lazy."
Hiroshi’s expression remained calm, his blade angled slightly downward.
"I could say the sa," he replied. "Your footwork is louder than before."
A faint ripple passed through the watching students.
They couldn’t fully grasp it.
But sothing about this duel felt... different.
Like they were about to witness sothing far beyond their comprehension.
...
A ripple of darkness appeared in the sky above.
John, Rudra, Aryan, Marcus, and Maya arrived silently at the edge of the courtyard, standing atop an elevated wooden structure.
Aryan folded his arms, his eyes lighting up. "There they are."
"Right on ti to watch a show," Marcus grinned.
Back in the courtyard—
Silvester moved first.
A single step.
But in that step, his entire presence shifted.
His sword flashed forward.
Clang!
Hiroshi blocked.
The sound was sharp, but what followed was silence.
Because neither blade moved.
Their eyes t.
Then—
Boom.
A shockwave burst outward, cracking the wooden floor beneath their feet.
Students stumbled back in shock.
"What the—?!"
"They didn’t even swing properly!"
"This is Sword Will! Only SSS-rank sword-based decks have it!"
Silvester twisted his wrist.
His blade slid, redirecting Hiroshi’s guard before snapping upward in a precise arc.
Hiroshi stepped back half a pace.
Barely.
The strike missed his throat by a hair.
He countered instantly.
A downward slash.
Clean.
Simple.
But layered with terrifying intent.
Silvester grinned.
His body bent at an unnatural angle, dodging as his blade stabbed forward like a serpent.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Now they moved.
Fast.
Blades collided in a flurry of precise strikes, each movent calculated, each clash sending vibrations through the air.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
Hiroshi exhaled softly.
His stance shifted.
The air around him seed to slow.
Silvester’s grin widened.
"There it is."
Hiroshi’s blade moved.
Not faster.
But sharper.
A single strike.
Yet it carried a strange depth, as if multiple angles overlapped within one motion.
Silvester’s eyes flashed.
He stepped in.
Instead of retreating.
Their blades t... and for a split second, Silvester vanished.
Reappearing at Hiroshi’s side.
A counter cut aid at his ribs.
But—
Hiroshi’s blade was already there.
Clang!
Silvester’s strike was stopped mid-path.
"...You predicted it?" Silvester raised an eyebrow.
Hiroshi didn’t respond.
He pushed forward.
Silvester slid back, skidding across the floor before stopping.
Silence fell.
Both of them stood still.
Then, they lowered their swords.
Silvester exhaled, rolling his neck. "Still a draw."
Hiroshi nodded. "For now."
A grin spread across Silvester’s face. "Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way."
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Slow applause echoed from above.
Both turned.
Their eyes landed on John and the others.
For a brief second—
Stillness.
Then—
Silvester laughed.
"Well, well."
Hiroshi’s calm gaze flickered with recognition.
"It seems there’s a calling for sothing grand," Silvester grinned.
BEEP! A notification rang on Silvester’s and Hiroshi’s wristbands.
"PeakWicked Kingdom?" Hiroshi chuckled.
Silvester blinked. "Sounds like a fun kingdom."
John grinned. "Yep. We are going there right away."
The students of the dojo could hear everything.
"Teacher! Y’all leaving?!"
"We just started learning!"
Hiroshi and Silvester looked at each other.
"Alright, we’ll leave a gift here."
Silvester snapped his fingers as a steel stone in a crystal shape manifested in the middle of the ground.
Hiroshi grabbed his katana, and with that touch, a petal appeared next to the stone. Upon touching the ground, it blood into a cherry blossom tree.
Then, both moved like the wind as their Sword Will-infused blades danced.
Silvester carved exotic slashes on the steel stone, as those slashes glimred with vibration. All swords present in the surroundings humd and vibrated as if wanting to go there.
Hiroshi trimd the tree, cutting each petal and turning it into the shape of a katana before the tree glowed with a golden-blue sheen, turning wholly tallic, yet alive, causing all the swords to point towards it.
"There, you can use those instead of us to get insight and training," Silvester said with a laugh.
"Don’t overdo it. Balance is important," Hiroshi added.
All students thanked them and bid farewell. So even cried.
One passing student clicked his tongue. "What is this drama? It’s been only four hours since they were here."
"You fool. You wouldn’t understand what we missed!"
...
Soon, the gang arrived at the PeakWicked Kingdom.
A massive continent spanning the size of 100 suns, segregated into ten exotic zones ruled by the Ten Monster Sovereigns of John Wicked.
The group was utterly awed by the sheer power of myriad monsters and the utterly exotic bios.
On the mountain peak, where John had his abode, stretching 1,000,000 kiloters upward like a spear, the group arrived and sat as John explained the event to them.
"So who will be the other four in our team?" Marcus curiously asked.
John smiled and looked at the pond. "Let’s decide that. Hey, kiddos. Who wants to participate in an event where there’ll be big group fights?"
In the map of this continent that reflected on the pond, ten colorful zones pulsed with ten bright lights.
Soon, those lights turned into miniature forms of exotic monsters.
The Sovereigns.
"Master, I’ll take one spot." An old but energetic voice rang out from a black wolf with crimson eyes that sat quietly in his domain.
"Alright, one spot goes to Alfred."
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