Free Web NovelChapter 68: Spar To Remember (1)
The first rays of dawn began to peek through the cracks of the window, casting a gentle glow in the room where Shinon stood. He had been deep in thought, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming fight. As he contemplated his strategies, a knock on the door interrupted his reverie.
Shinon glanced towards the source of the sound, his brow furrowing slightly. He walked over and opened the door, revealing Selena standing there, holding a neatly folded set of clothes in her hands. Her gaze met his, a mixture of determination and concern reflecting in her eyes.
"Morning, Shinon," Selena greeted, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "I brought you some clothes for the fight... I thought you might need a change."
Shinon nodded appreciatively, accepting the clothes from her outstretched hand. He unfolded the garments and examined them, his eyes scanning the black fabric.
The clothes were sleek and form-fitting, tailored for agility and ease of movement. A slight smile played on his lips as he realised Selena had chosen them carefully to suit his ability.
"Thanks, Selena," he replied, his voice laced with gratitude. "These are perfect."
She returned his smile, her gaze lingering on his face. "I figured you would prefer something lightweight and comfortable, and you have quite the reputation for being swift and agile in battle."
Shinon nodded, acknowledging her observation. Despite his figure, agility was his forte, and it often took everyone by surprise.
The clothes she had brought were not just a practical choice but proof of her understanding of his combat style. It was a subtle reminder that, despite their differences, they were warriors in their own right.
Selena’s eyes shifted to the room behind him, taking in the sight of Shinon’s preparations. A blade laid across the table. Selena didn’t know what was happening inside Shinon’s head, but the blade was of lower quality than the knives he had crafted yesterday.
Despite wanting to quiz Shinon about his choice of weapon, she knew better than to follow through with her thoughts. Shinon always had a plan, and the knife must be a part of it.
After a moment of silence, Selena spoke, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I’ll leave you to get dressed. We have some time before the fight. Still, be ready when the call comes."
"Got it."
With those parting words, Selena walked away, leaving Shinon alone in the room. He took a deep breath, his thoughts centred on the upcoming fight. Determination coursed through his veins as he undressed, replacing his worn attire with the clothes Selena had provided.
The fabric clung to his form, perfectly tailored to his physique. He adjusted the black gloves on his hands, relishing the feeling of readiness and focus that settled upon him. Every movement felt effortless as if the clothes had been made specifically for him.
"Whether I like her or hate her, Selena’s fashion sense is impeccable." Shinon smiled before shaking the random thoughts out of his head. "Focus on the work first." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
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The morning mist hung heavy in the air as Shinon made his way to the grassy field where the spar was about to take place. He could see hundreds of people gathered around the edges of the marked area, their faces eager and excited. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The expansive field stretched out before him like a vast sea of green. Blades of grass tickled his ankles as he walked, and the air was filled with the sweet, earthy smell of freshly mown grass.
Shinon took a deep breath and surveyed the crowd. He had never sparred in front of a group before, so it was going to be a strange but learning experience.
As he made his way towards the marked ring, he caught sight of a few familiar faces in the crowd. Kira was there, waving at him the moment he arrived at the place.
He saw Lova, one of the Phoenixes, standing off to the side, her arms crossed over her chest, a faint smirk on her lips. He knew she was there to watch him, to see what he was capable of and possibly judge if he was a threat or not.
’It’s not like these people got a job to do either way.’
As he scanned the area, Shinon’s attention was caught by the sight of a figure approaching, accompanied by Marcus. A surge of curiosity coursed through him as he tried to discern the identity of his opponent.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his presence exuding a formidable aura. His dark hair was closely cropped, and his piercing blue eyes held a glint of determination.
Marcus stepped forward, his voice resonating through the training arena. "Shinon, I’d like you to meet Falken, one of our most skilled warriors. He will be your sparring partner today-"
Before Shinon could introduce himself, Falken lunged forward, his knife aimed at Shinon’s chest. The speed of the attack caught Shinon off guard, but his reflexes honed by years of training took over.
In a display of extraordinary agility, Shinon deftly sidestepped the incoming strike. His movements were calculated and precise, every muscle working harmoniously to evade the danger. Falken’s blade sliced through the air, missing its intended target by mere inches.
However, Falken’s indiscretions didn’t go unpunished as without missing a beat, Shinon countered, his leg arcing through the air as he aimed a precise kick at Falken’s side.
The impact connected with a resounding thud, knocking the wind out of Falken and sending him staggering back.
"Nice try, potato brain." Shinon scoffed. "Let me give you a tip. If you want to take someone by surprise, try not to make it obvious with your shitty grin."
Falken’s eyes narrowed, a spark of determination flaring within them. He lunged forward once again, his movements swift and calculated.
He launched a series of quick strikes aimed at Shinon’s head and torso. But Shinon was too fast for him, and he easily dodged each blow. Shinon proceeded to counter with a series of his own strikes, but Falken was able to block each one.
"Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought," Shinon said.
"I could say the same," Falken replied in his hoarse voice.
The two men readied themselves to engage in a bloody dance as the rules of the spar were clear. Anything goes within the ring, and the conditions to secure victory were simple.
Either force your opponent to quit or make them forfeit due to injury. Judging by the way Shinon and Falken were staring at each other, it didn’t seem either was in the mood to quit.
