Chapter 10: LET'S DANCE!

"What?! An entrance examination?! You never apprised us of such a crucial undertaking!" Rubia's voice resonated through the room, her dismay manifesting in an explosive outburst.

Royce's countenance shifted, his brows knitting together in exasperation. "Huh?! Hold your tongue, you obstinate child! I distinctly recall acquainting you with the examination! Are you afflicted with a catastrophic memory deficit, or are you merely determined to cast me as the unwitting fool in this cosmic farce?"

Raizel sighed, his eyes casting a weary glance at Ming Yue, seated beside him. "Is she always prone to such bouts of forgetfulness?"

Ming Yue couldn't help but sheepishly scratch her head, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Well... you could say that. She does have a tendency to misplace important information at times. Please accept our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience."

Raizel's patience began to wear thin and his temper flared up. He rose to his feet, bellowing at the top of his lungs, "Enough, you two! I demand peace and quiet damn it!"

Rubia and Royce were taken aback by Raizel's sudden outburst and hastily apologized for their behavior.

"We still have a remaining span of three days until the commencement of the entrance examination, and I, for one, shall not underestimate any individual whom I may encounter on that decisive day," Raizel asserted firmly. He turned his gaze towards Royce, his expression expectant. "Have the necessary arrangements been duly executed?"

Royce, seemingly reminded of an important matter, regarded Raizel with a sense of urgency. "Oh, Yes sire! The arrangements have been flawlessly executed. Shall we proceed to the designated location forthwith?"

Raizel rose from his seat, his enthusiasm palpable. "Absolutely! Let us set forth without delay!"

Observing Raizel's zeal, Royce hesitated for a moment before respectfully addressing him. "My lord, if it pleases you, I beseech you to grant me a brief respite before our departure."

"Go forth, Royce," Raizel granted permission, his tone accommodating.

With a respectful nod, Royce bowed slightly and departed from the living room, leaving Raizel in the company of the duo.

Ming Yue's curiosity piqued, and she couldn't help but inquire, "What exactly is this 'location' you both are referring to?"

A smile graced Raizel's countenance as he responded, "Ah... I requested Royce to construct a dedicated training facility on the outskirts, distanced from the bustling city. We must prepare ourselves for the forthcoming entrance examination, after all."

Rubia regarded Raizel with an incredulous expression and voiced her skepticism, "But what's the point of subjecting yourself to an entrance examination? You could simply... you know, pretend to be a student and bypass the process altogether."

"That may be true," Raizel's voice took on a cool and determined tone, his eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve. "But I am not one to seek the path of least resistance in all endeavors. I am drawn to the crucibles of challenge, for it is within those arduous trials that we truly discover our mettle. It is in the crucible of struggle where our limitations are revealed, and it is through surpassing those boundaries that we unlock the boundless potential that resides within us."

Rubia looked a bit surprised at Raizel's response. She was NOT expecting such honesty at all. She couldn't help but smile."Heh, spoken like a true man. I'm impressed."

After a few moments, Royce strode purposefully into the room, his burly frame effortlessly bearing the weight of two colossal, streamlined crates that seemed to rival the stature of Ming Yue herself. With meticulous care, he gingerly placed the crates down, their contents cloaked in an air of intrigue. As the lids were reverently lifted, Ming Yue and Rubia found themselves awe-struck by the sight that greeted them. Nestled within the depths of the crates lay two resplendent katanas, pulsating with a vibrant and volatile energy.

Drawing forth a katana ablaze with a mesmerizing neon dark blue hue, Royce extended it towards Ming Yue, who accepted the weapon with a mix of trepidation and reverence. The blade crackled with an intense, crimson bio-electricity, its very presence sparking with untapped potential and unfathomable power.

Ming Yue's eyes were mesmerized by the blade."What is it called?". She asked Royce who was looking on at the other weapon, supposedly for Rubia Shihoin.

Royce looked at the sword held by Ming Yue and replied," That weapon you are holding was forged by none other than my master himself. It's known as The Doomspiker. An extremely powerful blade that solely relies on the wielder's speed and agility, embodies a lethal fusion of technology and mysticism. Crafted with precision and infused with the essence of advanced atomic technology, this weapon is a classic example, a mesmerizing blend of aesthetics and functionality. Its blade, forged from a rare alloy of enriched carbon nano-tubes, possesses an ethereal neon blue hue that seems to pulsate with energy. As if harnessed from the depths of a forbidden dimension, dark red bio-electricity crackles and dances along the blade's razor-sharp edge, emanating an ominous aura."

Ming Yue gazed at Raizel with a mixture of awe and disbelief, her eyes wide with astonishment. "To think that you, who arrived in this era a mere few days ago, possess such profound skill in weapon forging. The intricacies of this advanced technology, the artistry involved... it's simply astounding."

Raizel chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of humility. "It was a modest undertaking, really. But I assure you, there is more to these weapons than what meets the eye. In due time, I shall reveal their secrets to you."

With graceful precision, Raizel plucked the second katana from its protective wrappings, handling it as delicately as if it were a priceless artifact bestowed upon him by celestial beings. "And this... this is for you, Rubia Shihoin."

Rubia's eyes shimmered with a mixture of gratitude and excitement as she beheld the magnificent sword before her. The blade radiated an ethereal glow, its every curve and line exuding a sense of power and purpose.

Rubia stood in awe before the resplendent sword, rendered speechless by its sheer beauty and magnificence. It was a sight that left her utterly breathless, and in truth, one could hardly fault her for such a reaction. The sword possessed an undeniable allure, captivating her senses with its exquisite craftsmanship and enchanting aura.

The katana was a mesmerizing masterpiece of craftsmanship and power. Its slender form and radiant blue hue command attention, catching the light in a way that evokes an otherworldly glow. The sword's blade, seemingly forged from pure moonlight, glimmers with an ethereal beauty that is both captivating and intimidating. The intricate engravings that adorn the blade depicted swirling patterns reminiscent of powerful winds in motion. These delicate designs, etched with meticulous precision, seem to come alive as if an invisible breeze were dancing across the metal surface. The combination of the sword's elegant curves and the mesmerizing patterns created an aura of elegance and grace.

"Behold the sword, The Vortex of Boreas. This sword harnesses the potent energy of wind elemental stigmata. With each swing, it unleashes swirling tempests and razor-sharp gusts, cutting through obstacles with breathtaking speed and precision. The blade itself, forged with ancient craftsmanship and infused with ethereal enchantments, glimmers with a radiant azure hue, hinting at its connection to the elemental forces of the skies. When wielded by a skilled individual, the sword becomes an extension of their will, allowing them to command the very air around them. As the wind howls and dances in harmony with each strike, to put it simply, the Vortex of Boreas stands as a testament to the harmonious fusion of power and elegance, a true embodiment of the wind's untamed nature just like you.", replied Raizel with a short description.

Raizel's smile widened as he observed Rubia's excitement. "The true abilities of the sword will reveal themselves when we witness its power in action, and the same applies to you, Ming Yue. But for now, that's all I'll divulge," he declared, his words laced with a hint of mystery.

With a resounding clap of his hands, the surroundings shimmered and transformed before their eyes. Ming Yue and Rubia blinked in astonishment as their surroundings underwent a dramatic shift.

Before them stretched an expansive battlefield, vast and brimming with the echoes of past conflicts. The air crackled with anticipation, carrying the weight of countless battles fought and yet to come. The ground beneath their feet felt firm, yet charged with an electrifying energy that spoke of imminent clashes and extraordinary feats.

Ming Yue's eyes widened as she took in the panorama of the battlefield, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She exchanged a glance with Rubia, their shared anticipation echoing silently between them.

Ming Yue and Rubia exchanged skeptical glances, unimpressed by Raizel's response. "Hold on a sec," Ming Yue interjected, her voice laced with frustration. "If this is supposed to be our training ground, where are the training dummies or simulation technology? It's just an empty expanse."

Raizel gazed at the duo with an amused smile, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "We don't need them," he declared, his voice filled with certainty.

Rubia rolled her eyes, her impatience evident. "Listen Mr. Cool as a popsicle! are you being serious? How can it be training without proper equipment? What are we supposed to do here, just stare at each other?"

Ignoring Rubia's remark, Raizel closed his eyes, basking in the gentle breeze that caressed the mountaintop. "Ah, how refreshing... The air back in the mountains of my time was so pure and invigorating. I often wished I could stay there forever," he reminisced, lost in his memories.

As Royce hesitated to disturb Raizel, the ancient warrior descended from his reverie and noticed his loyal companion's presence. "Ah, Royce, my weapons. Are they ready?" he inquired, his tone filled with anticipation.

Royce bowed respectfully. "Yes, Master. They are prepared," he confirmed.

Raizel's eyes lit up with appreciation as he accepted the blades from Royce. "Thank you, Royce. Your assistance is always invaluable," he expressed with genuine gratitude.

Royce blushed, his humility on full display. "Master, your praise is too kind. I am unworthy."

With a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins, Raizel tightened his grip on the swords, a familiar sensation rekindled within him. It was as if time had rewound, transporting him to a bygone era where he had wielded these weapons with unrivaled skill and unwavering resolve. The weight of the blades felt both comforting and empowering, their presence igniting a long-lost spark deep within Raizel's soul. In that moment, he embraced the swords as his most loyal companions, inseparable allies on the battlefield of destiny.

As Ming Yue's gaze fell upon the gleaming blades in Raizel's hands, a surge of realization washed over her. It was as if the blades themselves whispered ancient tales of countless foes vanquished, of blood-soaked battlegrounds and hard-fought victories.

Rubia's heart quickened, her determination solidifying as she comprehended the immense threat that awaited them. In that moment, she understood that the fight they were embarking upon would require every ounce of their strength, skill, and resilience.

Ming Yue and Rubia were seriously alarmed at the dual blades.

"Oh shit... This is going to be one hellish experience...."

A dual sword wielder possesses a unique and formidable strength that sets them apart on the battlefield. With two blades in hand, their attacks become a symphony of swift strikes, delivering a relentless onslaught to their foes. Their agility and dexterity allow them to execute lightning-fast maneuvers, seamlessly transitioning between offense and defense. The dual swords become an extension of their body, moving in perfect synchronization as they strike with precision and finesse.

The strength of a dual sword wielder lies not only in their physical prowess but also in their mental acuity. They possess the ability to analyze and adapt to their opponent's movements swiftly, exploiting any weaknesses with calculated efficiency. Their coordination and balance allow them to maintain a constant assault, overwhelming their enemies with a relentless barrage of attacks.

But it is not just their skill with the blades that sets them apart. A dual sword wielder possesses an unwavering determination and an indomitable spirit. They embody the essence of versatility, capable of adapting to any situation and adjusting their fighting style accordingly. Whether they choose to unleash a flurry of strikes or engage in a calculated dance of parries and counters, their mastery of dual swords exudes an aura of confidence and strength.

In the hands of a skilled dual sword wielder, the two blades become an embodiment of their unwavering resolve and unwavering dedication to their craft. They embody the epitome of strength, wielding their weapons with grace, precision, and a relentless drive to conquer any challenge that stands in their way.

Raizel walked towards them, pointing his sword,"Your training begins now. Prepare yourselves, and let's see if you've got what it takes. Or... unless you prefer to hug it out instead? "

Rubia and Ming Yue exchanged knowing smirks, their determination shining through.

Ming Yue retorted, her voice laced with determination, "In your wildest dreams, Raizel O'Hara."

Rubia joined in, her tone brimming with fiery resolve,"You got me in the mood to kick some ass!"

Raizel's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Then let the dance of battle begin!"