Chapter 110
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Chapter 110:
The remainder had essentially drawn their straws, the new brackets formed up on the screens above. Me, being the first to form a match up was the first to fight.
I was sitting to the side, idly wasting time until my match started. They first wanted to the usual song and dance, hype up everything, give the sponsors some screen time, and have some expert commentary. I didn't really care to listen as they were mostly talking about how excited they were for the more popular competitors.
Taking my scroll out, I decided to find some forums that talked about me.
Reading down some titles of threads, I couldn't help but have my lips curl up. It seems a few people caught my little comment about the '3%'. Some are calling out the organizers for rigging the tournament, or something like that.
Of course, the fact that I had a bye all the way to the finals was telling in of itself. There was still a huge amount of outcry about me being a 'cheater' and that I should be disqualified.
Can't prove nothin though.
Though, most thought I would be knocked out here.
I actually found quite a bit info on my opponent, one Cobalt Steel.
Names are still weird, but I digress.
Cobalt Steel, age 17, should be turning 18 by the end of the year. He has a good record dating back three years. He's always made it into the top 8 and at one time made it to the top 4.
His weapon is simple by mechashift standards. A long sword that can turn into a rifle.
Long range combined with short range. Pretty useful, I can see why he went with such a thing. Hell, If I were born here, I would probably be using something similar.
Apparently, he favors his sword usage over his gun.
He has quite a few fans....most of which are calling for him to kick my ass.
Well, what can you do? I chose to take this role, I'll deal with all the negativity projected my way.
The memes are great though. It seems that certain things are constants across all dimensions. If there is an internet or equivalent, humanity gonna meme.
"Hey there, Red." I looked to see Pyrrha walking over.
"Wilhelm." She greeted. "Are you prepared?"
"For my fight? Yeah, should be fine." I waived her off.
"You're not nervous? Cobalt is an excellent fighter, I've fought him in the past and it wasn't an easy match."
"Nah, I'm feeling confidant."
"Do you plan to do the same thing as your last fight?" She said, slightly unsure. I doubt she approved of my flippant attitude during that whole thing.
"Cobalt seems like a decent bloke, so I won't cheese it." I made sure to assuage her concerns. "But, how much you want to bet they'll make a new ruling banning what I did anyways?"
Pyrrha just blinked, looking skeptical. "I don't think the organizers would do someth—"
"ATTENTION." A voice boomed over the speakers. "DUE TO SOME CONCERNS REGARDING SAFETY, WE WILL HENCE FORTH BE FORBIDDING ANY EXPLOSIVES USED IN THE COMPETITION."
The corners of my lips curled up as I stared at a silent Pyrrha. "You were saying?"
She looked a little embarrased. "I guess I was mistaken."
"Don't worry about it." I leaned back against the wall as the promotions and such were still going on. "So, whatcha doing here, Red?" This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for your match." She said quietly.
What a cinnamon roll, she was worried about me and we barely even knew each other. "Well, may as well tell me about yourself."
She nervously rubbed her arms, like she was unsure of what to say. "I don't have much to say. I grew up in Argus, and trained to be a huntress."
"That's it?" I raised an eyebrow. "What about hobbies? Thing you do for fun. What's you're favorite show, your favorite restaurant." I wasn't really one to throw stones from my glass house regarding friends, but I still did stuff outside of training and magic.
He planted his feet and unleashed a series of slashes. They were precise and crisp, each one without hesitation and every attack going for a vital area. Utilizing his lower center of gravity, he came from underneath me to disrupt my vision.
He had been trained well.
His sword swinging up from below, going for my lower chest, I slammed the hilt of my sword down, knocking it away. He spun his entire body to regain some kind of momentum to launch another attack on my other side, only for the tip of my sheath to collide with the guard of his sword. He was deceptively agile, he looked more like an endurance fighter at first glance.
Stepping forward, he didn't stop, blade continuing to rain down slashing with an admirable speed and precision. His Aura continued to dwindle ever so slightly, not because of my blows, but because he was burning it to enhance his own attacks.
I could admire his determination, and his skill at such techniques. To accelerate his swings he had already committed to in an attempt to throw off my perception. If it were anyone else, I could see how they would have trouble, just how Pyrrha said he was a difficult opponent.
My own sword flashed out, parrying and deflecting each attach. With the final clash, I put a tad more strength into it and knocked his sword away, reeling my hand back and foot planted, I was about to stab him but I noticed right as I did, he took a step back, anticipating my blow.
Interesting.
I still followed through, hitting a chunk of his Aura off, but he jumped back right as I connected, mitigating most of the damage and gaining distance as his sword switched to the rife and fired off a few rounds of magical bullets at me. Small red missiles curved through the air as they came at me from both sides.
With a flick of my sword, still sheathed, the bullets were destroyed before they could reach me. "Curious." I said, earning his attention. "Some kind of precognition?"
He paused looking at me confusion before some sort of realization dawned on him. "You discovered it already...." He replied, a grin forming on his face. "You really are strong. My semblance.....it gives me a danger sense."
"Oh, that is interesting." I couldn't help but comment. Not traditional precognition, but a sense that predicts dangers. How I would love to run some experiments on such a thing.
"I can see the danger anything poses to me." He admitted. "The other fighters, my dad, even trained huntsman I've met at Haven, it gives me a sense of how dangerous they are." His hands shook slightly. "So why.....do none of them even come close to the feeling I'm getting from you?"
Well...that certainly is interesting. Was he able to some-what scry me due to his 'semblance', was that how it worked?
He took a deep breath his hands steadied. "But, I can't help but be excited too. I didn't think I'd meet someone who gave me this feeling." The fingers around his weapon tightened. "Will you stop holding back?"
I couldn't help but grin, he was able to see through that much. "You're an interesting kid. I've asked two others now and it's making me curious, why did you join the tournament?"
"I want to be the strongest."
The genuine way he said it. It was different than Rufus who was more 'pure'. This kid seemed to have that 'drive' the one to climb to the peak and not settle there, to see the other mountains and be excited that he still had a ways to go.
"Don't blink." I stated, my foot sliding back, one hand holding my sheath the other resting on Mirage's hilt.
"Don't hesitate." I let some pressure seep out, to pour down on him, my intent to truly kill him. I saw his knees almost buckle under the sudden feeling of death, but he held firm.
This world just keeps giving me surprises.
"I'll show you briefly, what sky exists above yours."
As I moved, the world bent around me.
His body didn't physically react until he was already falling to the ground, and I was sheathing my sword behind him.
Blood began to puddle around his prone form, his Aura utterly shattered at the blow. Only a moment persisted until shouts and gasps erupted all around us. Most were unable to comprehend what just occurred.
I wanted to throw my head back and laugh, he actually managed to slightly anticipate my attack, mitigating a fraction of my blow. Was it because of his Semblance?
Cobalt groaned as he used the little bit of strength, he had left to flip himself over, to look at me. I couldn't help but smile because looking down at him was a big smirk on his own face, in fact, he started to laugh. "Is that the peak?"
"Does it matter? For now, it's something for you to work towards." I wonder how far you'll go if you have something beyond your reach to constantly strive for. Let's see if he can break through these limits and actually approach me in the future.
He just laughed harder as I began to walk out of the arena.
A gob smacked announcer and audience left in my wake.
***
Alright, I saw the comments, I'll try to fit the omake into canon somewhere. Mc is taking a liking to this world and the people. Pyrrha opens up a little bit with her awkwardness, and Mc revealed a bit of power to the world.
Fifth Interlude is up on Pat reon, it's from Ozpin's perspective. If you want to read 5 chapter ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
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Chapter 110:
The remainder had essentially drawn their straws, the new brackets formed up on the screens above. Me, being the first to form a match up was the first to fight.
I was sitting to the side, idly wasting time until my match started. They first wanted to the usual song and dance, hype up everything, give the sponsors some screen time, and have some expert commentary. I didn't really care to listen as they were mostly talking about how excited they were for the more popular competitors.
Taking my scroll out, I decided to find some forums that talked about me.
Reading down some titles of threads, I couldn't help but have my lips curl up. It seems a few people caught my little comment about the '3%'. Some are calling out the organizers for rigging the tournament, or something like that.
Of course, the fact that I had a bye all the way to the finals was telling in of itself. There was still a huge amount of outcry about me being a 'cheater' and that I should be disqualified.
Can't prove nothin though.
Though, most thought I would be knocked out here.
I actually found quite a bit info on my opponent, one Cobalt Steel.
Names are still weird, but I digress.
Cobalt Steel, age 17, should be turning 18 by the end of the year. He has a good record dating back three years. He's always made it into the top 8 and at one time made it to the top 4.
His weapon is simple by mechashift standards. A long sword that can turn into a rifle.
Long range combined with short range. Pretty useful, I can see why he went with such a thing. Hell, If I were born here, I would probably be using something similar.
Apparently, he favors his sword usage over his gun.
He has quite a few fans....most of which are calling for him to kick my ass.
Well, what can you do? I chose to take this role, I'll deal with all the negativity projected my way.
The memes are great though. It seems that certain things are constants across all dimensions. If there is an internet or equivalent, humanity gonna meme.
"Hey there, Red." I looked to see Pyrrha walking over.
"Wilhelm." She greeted. "Are you prepared?"
"For my fight? Yeah, should be fine." I waived her off.
"You're not nervous? Cobalt is an excellent fighter, I've fought him in the past and it wasn't an easy match."
"Nah, I'm feeling confidant."
"Do you plan to do the same thing as your last fight?" She said, slightly unsure. I doubt she approved of my flippant attitude during that whole thing.
"Cobalt seems like a decent bloke, so I won't cheese it." I made sure to assuage her concerns. "But, how much you want to bet they'll make a new ruling banning what I did anyways?"
Pyrrha just blinked, looking skeptical. "I don't think the organizers would do someth—"
"ATTENTION." A voice boomed over the speakers. "DUE TO SOME CONCERNS REGARDING SAFETY, WE WILL HENCE FORTH BE FORBIDDING ANY EXPLOSIVES USED IN THE COMPETITION."
The corners of my lips curled up as I stared at a silent Pyrrha. "You were saying?"
She looked a little embarrased. "I guess I was mistaken."
"Don't worry about it." I leaned back against the wall as the promotions and such were still going on. "So, whatcha doing here, Red?" This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for your match." She said quietly.
What a cinnamon roll, she was worried about me and we barely even knew each other. "Well, may as well tell me about yourself."
She nervously rubbed her arms, like she was unsure of what to say. "I don't have much to say. I grew up in Argus, and trained to be a huntress."
"That's it?" I raised an eyebrow. "What about hobbies? Thing you do for fun. What's you're favorite show, your favorite restaurant." I wasn't really one to throw stones from my glass house regarding friends, but I still did stuff outside of training and magic.
He planted his feet and unleashed a series of slashes. They were precise and crisp, each one without hesitation and every attack going for a vital area. Utilizing his lower center of gravity, he came from underneath me to disrupt my vision.
He had been trained well.
His sword swinging up from below, going for my lower chest, I slammed the hilt of my sword down, knocking it away. He spun his entire body to regain some kind of momentum to launch another attack on my other side, only for the tip of my sheath to collide with the guard of his sword. He was deceptively agile, he looked more like an endurance fighter at first glance.
Stepping forward, he didn't stop, blade continuing to rain down slashing with an admirable speed and precision. His Aura continued to dwindle ever so slightly, not because of my blows, but because he was burning it to enhance his own attacks.
I could admire his determination, and his skill at such techniques. To accelerate his swings he had already committed to in an attempt to throw off my perception. If it were anyone else, I could see how they would have trouble, just how Pyrrha said he was a difficult opponent.
My own sword flashed out, parrying and deflecting each attach. With the final clash, I put a tad more strength into it and knocked his sword away, reeling my hand back and foot planted, I was about to stab him but I noticed right as I did, he took a step back, anticipating my blow.
Interesting.
I still followed through, hitting a chunk of his Aura off, but he jumped back right as I connected, mitigating most of the damage and gaining distance as his sword switched to the rife and fired off a few rounds of magical bullets at me. Small red missiles curved through the air as they came at me from both sides.
With a flick of my sword, still sheathed, the bullets were destroyed before they could reach me. "Curious." I said, earning his attention. "Some kind of precognition?"
He paused looking at me confusion before some sort of realization dawned on him. "You discovered it already...." He replied, a grin forming on his face. "You really are strong. My semblance.....it gives me a danger sense."
"Oh, that is interesting." I couldn't help but comment. Not traditional precognition, but a sense that predicts dangers. How I would love to run some experiments on such a thing.
"I can see the danger anything poses to me." He admitted. "The other fighters, my dad, even trained huntsman I've met at Haven, it gives me a sense of how dangerous they are." His hands shook slightly. "So why.....do none of them even come close to the feeling I'm getting from you?"
Well...that certainly is interesting. Was he able to some-what scry me due to his 'semblance', was that how it worked?
He took a deep breath his hands steadied. "But, I can't help but be excited too. I didn't think I'd meet someone who gave me this feeling." The fingers around his weapon tightened. "Will you stop holding back?"
I couldn't help but grin, he was able to see through that much. "You're an interesting kid. I've asked two others now and it's making me curious, why did you join the tournament?"
"I want to be the strongest."
The genuine way he said it. It was different than Rufus who was more 'pure'. This kid seemed to have that 'drive' the one to climb to the peak and not settle there, to see the other mountains and be excited that he still had a ways to go.
"Don't blink." I stated, my foot sliding back, one hand holding my sheath the other resting on Mirage's hilt.
"Don't hesitate." I let some pressure seep out, to pour down on him, my intent to truly kill him. I saw his knees almost buckle under the sudden feeling of death, but he held firm.
This world just keeps giving me surprises.
"I'll show you briefly, what sky exists above yours."
As I moved, the world bent around me.
His body didn't physically react until he was already falling to the ground, and I was sheathing my sword behind him.
Blood began to puddle around his prone form, his Aura utterly shattered at the blow. Only a moment persisted until shouts and gasps erupted all around us. Most were unable to comprehend what just occurred.
I wanted to throw my head back and laugh, he actually managed to slightly anticipate my attack, mitigating a fraction of my blow. Was it because of his Semblance?
Cobalt groaned as he used the little bit of strength, he had left to flip himself over, to look at me. I couldn't help but smile because looking down at him was a big smirk on his own face, in fact, he started to laugh. "Is that the peak?"
"Does it matter? For now, it's something for you to work towards." I wonder how far you'll go if you have something beyond your reach to constantly strive for. Let's see if he can break through these limits and actually approach me in the future.
He just laughed harder as I began to walk out of the arena.
A gob smacked announcer and audience left in my wake.
***
Alright, I saw the comments, I'll try to fit the omake into canon somewhere. Mc is taking a liking to this world and the people. Pyrrha opens up a little bit with her awkwardness, and Mc revealed a bit of power to the world.
Fifth Interlude is up on Pat reon, it's from Ozpin's perspective. If you want to read 5 chapter ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
Chapter 110:The remainder had essentially drawn their straws, the new brackets formed up on the screens above. Me, being the first to form a match up was the first to fight. I was sitting to the side, idly wasting time until my match started. They first wanted to the usual song and dance, hype up everything, give the sponsors some screen time, and have some expert commentary. I didn't really care to listen as they were mostly talking about how excited they were for the more popular competitors. Taking my scroll out, I decided to find some forums that talked about me. Reading down some titles of threads, I couldn't help but have my lips curl up. It seems a few people caught my little comment about the '3%'. Some are calling out the organizers for rigging the tournament, or something like that. Of course, the fact that I had a bye all the way to the finals was telling in of itself. There was still a huge amount of outcry about me being a 'cheater' and that I should be disqualified. Can't prove nothin though. Though, most thought I would be knocked out here. I actually found quite a bit info on my opponent, one Cobalt Steel. Names are still weird, but I digress. Cobalt Steel, age 17, should be turning 18 by the end of the year. He has a good record dating back three years. He's always made it into the top 8 and at one time made it to the top 4. His weapon is simple by mechashift standards. A long sword that can turn into a rifle. Long range combined with short range. Pretty useful, I can see why he went with such a thing. Hell, If I were born here, I would probably be using something similar. Apparently, he favors his sword usage over his gun. He has quite a few fans....most of which are calling for him to kick my ass. Well, what can you do? I chose to take this role, I'll deal with all the negativity projected my way. The memes are great though. It seems that certain things are constants across all dimensions. If there is an internet or equivalent, humanity gonna meme. "Hey there, Red." I looked to see Pyrrha walking over. "Wilhelm." She greeted. "Are you prepared?" "For my fight? Yeah, should be fine." I waived her off. "You're not nervous? Cobalt is an excellent fighter, I've fought him in the past and it wasn't an easy match." "Nah, I'm feeling confidant." "Do you plan to do the same thing as your last fight?" She said, slightly unsure. I doubt she approved of my flippant attitude during that whole thing. "Cobalt seems like a decent bloke, so I won't cheese it." I made sure to assuage her concerns. "But, how much you want to bet they'll make a new ruling banning what I did anyways?" Pyrrha just blinked, looking skeptical. "I don't think the organizers would do someth" "ATTENTION." A voice boomed over the speakers. "DUE TO SOME CONCERNS REGARDING SAFETY, WE WILL HENCE FORTH BE FORBIDDING ANY EXPLOSIVES USED IN THE COMPETITION." The corners of my lips curled up as I stared at a silent Pyrrha. "You were saying?" She looked a little embarrased. "I guess I was mistaken." "Don't worry about it." I leaned back against the wall as the promotions and such were still going on. "So, whatcha doing here, Red?" This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site."I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for your match." She said quietly. What a cinnamon roll, she was worried about me and we barely even knew each other. "Well, may as well tell me about yourself." She nervously rubbed her arms, like she was unsure of what to say. "I don't have much to say. I grew up in Argus, and trained to be a huntress." "That's it?" I raised an eyebrow. "What about hobbies? Thing you do for fun. What's you're favorite show, your favorite restaurant." I wasn't really one to throw stones from my glass house regarding friends, but I still did stuff outside of training and magic. He planted his feet and unleashed a series of slashes. They were precise and crisp, each one without hesitation and every attack going for a vital area. Utilizing his lower center of gravity, he came from underneath me to disrupt my vision. He had been trained well. His sword swinging up from below, going for my lower chest, I slammed the hilt of my sword down, knocking it away. He spun his entire body to regain some kind of momentum to launch another attack on my other side, only for the tip of my sheath to collide with the guard of his sword. He was deceptively agile, he looked more like an endurance fighter at first glance. Stepping forward, he didn't stop, blade continuing to rain down slashing with an admirable speed and precision. His Aura continued to dwindle ever so slightly, not because of my blows, but because he was burning it to enhance his own attacks. I could admire his determination, and his skill at such techniques. To accelerate his swings he had already committed to in an attempt to throw off my perception. If it were anyone else, I could see how they would have trouble, just how Pyrrha said he was a difficult opponent. My own sword flashed out, parrying and deflecting each attach. With the final clash, I put a tad more strength into it and knocked his sword away, reeling my hand back and foot planted, I was about to stab him but I noticed right as I did, he took a step back, anticipating my blow. Interesting. I still followed through, hitting a chunk of his Aura off, but he jumped back right as I connected, mitigating most of the damage and gaining distance as his sword switched to the rife and fired off a few rounds of magical bullets at me. Small red missiles curved through the air as they came at me from both sides. With a flick of my sword, still sheathed, the bullets were destroyed before they could reach me. "Curious." I said, earning his attention. "Some kind of precognition?" He paused looking at me confusion before some sort of realization dawned on him. "You discovered it already...." He replied, a grin forming on his face. "You really are strong. My semblance.....it gives me a danger sense." "Oh, that is interesting." I couldn't help but comment. Not traditional precognition, but a sense that predicts dangers. How I would love to run some experiments on such a thing. "I can see the danger anything poses to me." He admitted. "The other fighters, my dad, even trained huntsman I've met at Haven, it gives me a sense of how dangerous they are." His hands shook slightly. "So why.....do none of them even come close to the feeling I'm getting from you?" Well...that certainly is interesting. Was he able to some-what scry me due to his 'semblance', was that how it worked? He took a deep breath his hands steadied. "But, I can't help but be excited too. I didn't think I'd meet someone who gave me this feeling." The fingers around his weapon tightened. "Will you stop holding back?" I couldn't help but grin, he was able to see through that much. "You're an interesting kid. I've asked two others now and it's making me curious, why did you join the tournament?" "I want to be the strongest." The genuine way he said it. It was different than Rufus who was more 'pure'. This kid seemed to have that 'drive' the one to climb to the peak and not settle there, to see the other mountains and be excited that he still had a ways to go. "Don't blink." I stated, my foot sliding back, one hand holding my sheath the other resting on Mirage's hilt. "Don't hesitate." I let some pressure seep out, to pour down on him, my intent to truly kill him. I saw his knees almost buckle under the sudden feeling of death, but he held firm. This world just keeps giving me surprises. "I'll show you briefly, what sky exists above yours." As I moved, the world bent around me. His body didn't physically react until he was already falling to the ground, and I was sheathing my sword behind him. Blood began to puddle around his prone form, his Aura utterly shattered at the blow. Only a moment persisted until shouts and gasps erupted all around us. Most were unable to comprehend what just occurred. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh, he actually managed to slightly anticipate my attack, mitigating a fraction of my blow. Was it because of his Semblance? Cobalt groaned as he used the little bit of strength, he had left to flip himself over, to look at me. I couldn't help but smile because looking down at him was a big smirk on his own face, in fact, he started to laugh. "Is that the peak?" "Does it matter? For now, it's something for you to work towards." I wonder how far you'll go if you have something beyond your reach to constantly strive for. Let's see if he can break through these limits and actually approach me in the future. He just laughed harder as I began to walk out of the arena. A gob smacked announcer and audience left in my wake. *** Alright, I saw the comments, I'll try to fit the omake into canon somewhere. Mc is taking a liking to this world and the people. Pyrrha opens up a little bit with her awkwardness, and Mc revealed a bit of power to the world. Fifth Interlude is up on Pat reon, it's from Ozpin's perspective. If you want to read 5 chapter ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone.
