There was only few days left , everyone begin there training ,
The late afternoon sun shimmered across the surface of the academy's water arena, turning the pool into a mirror of gold and blue. Waist-deep in the center stood Saki, poised and serene, surrounded by a dozen elite female students. Each of them wielded a fluid weapon formed entirely from concentrated water essence—swords, spears, even whips—shaped by will and control.
"Remember," Saki said, her voice calm yet commanding, "Water doesn't fight. It flows… then strikes."
She raised her hand. With graceful precision, she executed a flowing combination:
Aqua Veil—a shimmering barrier surrounded her like a translucent armor of rushing water.
Mirror Lake Illusion—clones rippled into existence, reflective and dancing, distorting the eye.
Abyss Surge—a deafening roar as a spiral torrent erupted forward, blasting through a crystalline target dummy at the far end of the pool.
The column of water struck with brutal elegance, carving a clean spiral into the stone.
Gasps followed.
> "That was beautiful…"
"Saki is insane. If she fights on Trial Island, she might solo the leaderboard."
"Did you hear she's close with that guy Anay? They trained together."
Saki turned slightly at that last comment. A faint, uninvited warmth crept to her cheeks. She swiftly masked it beneath a composed expression and spoke with a practiced tone.
"Focus," she said, her voice sharper now, but not unkind.
The ripples calmed, but the waves she left in the minds around her would linger far longer.
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🌪️ Veer – The Windborn Crew
High above the ground-level arenas, the academy's wide training rooftop whistled with air currents. The wind made this platform unstable for most—perfect for those born to master it.
Veer stood at the center, feet planted light but steady, surrounded by four boys leaping and teleporting short distances through the air using Windstep. Their movements blurred and vanished—appearing, flickering, reappearing.
"Target phase," Veer called out sharply. "Storm Cage timing. Sync up!"
In fluid coordination, the team responded. Veer's eyes sharpened. With a sharp twist of his hand, he released Gale Shredder—a slicing arc of invisible wind that curved like a blade of pure force, threading between two airborne allies and hitting its mark.
The training dummy exploded into fragments.
"Phew…" said Devraj, clapping slowly. "You could cut a mountain with that."
Riku nodded in agreement. "Anay's got competition."
Veer's lips curled into a confident grin.
> "If he's lightning," he said, eyes fixed on the far horizon,
"Then I'll be the wind that always gets there first."
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🌌 Anay – Inside the Inner Realm
Elsewhere, in the quiet sanctum of his private dorm, Anay sat alone.
The room pulsed softly—lit by spiritual nodes, ancient emblems glowing across walls of smooth obsidian and silver. Behind the dorm lay a personal training chamber, circular and silent. A radiant sigil beneath his feet flickered with life, reacting to the depth of his spirit.
Cross-legged(meditating ),Anay inhaled deeply.
His soul answered the call.
The Fractured Starfield
He opened his eyes into nothing.
The world around him had changed—replaced by an endless void, where shards of broken space floated like glass across a dark cosmos. A shattered celestial sky sprawled in every direction, stars beating like living hearts. One side pulsed with raw power—lightning cracking through frozen mist. Another faded into darkness, a collapsed singularity drawing in all sound.
Anay enter his realm by his own will
>
Anay took a step forward, and the air responded—static dancing across his skin. He raised his hand. Lightning flickered from his fingers, entwining with frost.
Then—glitch.
For a breath of time, he blinked forward. Not in speed, but position. As if he had stepped beside time itself.
He frowned.
> "That again…"
"Am I… skipping time?"
A pulse of understanding bloomed in Anay's mind. He closed his eyes. Energy gathered in his core.
He summoned Thunder Pulse Form—a radiant aura of electric energy dancing across his limbs.
Then Glacial Blade Form—a sharpened frost essence forming around his strikes.
This time… he didn't alternate.
He merged them.
Lightning and frost fused along his arms, dancing in opposition and harmony. As he moved, his figure blurred, leaving afterimages—then stabilized again, silent and poised.
He say in his mind the time has come
He opened his eyes.
Back in the training room.
> "No more hiding," he whispered to himself, rising slowly.
"I'll master this… even if no one else knows yet."
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With waters rising, winds howling, and stars bending to will, the pieces on the board shifted.
The island trials drew near.
And Anay's true ascent… had already begun.