"I am ready when you are."


    Ang took a fighting stance and beckoned Arvell to do the same.


    Nodding his head, Arvell took his own stance.


    Watching Arvell carefully, Ang was perplexed.


    "What kind of swordsmanship is that? I never saw anything like that before."


    Arvell watched Ang intently, expecting that she would use this moment of distraction to attack.


    After seeing she was genuinely asking out of curiosity,  he responded.


    "It''s self-taught."


    Since Arvell couldn''t reveal the existence of Lykos, he kept the origin of his swordsmanship to himself.


    "I see… Well, let''s see how good your original swordsmanship is!"


    Ang jumped backwards, creating distance from Arvell.


    "Cloak me in a veil of wind! Grant me the power of the neverending gale…"


    The surrounding air began to form currents surrounding Ang as she chanted.


    Slowly bing more ferocious as time passed.


    Arvell would be an idiot if he let this continue.


    [Time Maniption]


    Arvell pretended to mutter under his breath, as time around him sped up.


    He needed to pretend as if he needed to use a chant since all mages needed to chant to use magic.


    Whether they be Arcane Warriors or Mages.


    If he started speeding up to superhuman speeds without using chant… that would be a red g.


    To say the least.


    Arvell ran up into a striking range, but Ang swiftly blocked his sh with her own sword.


    *BANG*


    A loud noise rang out as the two swords collided with each other.


    If these training swords were made of normal wood they would have broken long ago.


    However, these two were not.


    They were actually magical artifacts with much higher durability.


    While they were blunt and provided the wielder with no additional benefits,


    These swords could take a beating.


    A slight frown formed on Ang''s face.


    Arvell disrupting her chant cost her to lose her focus, resulting in her spell being dyed.


    Not letting up, Arvell continued to pressure Ang.


    He shed down at her face, prompting her to block it.


    As her attention was directed at the swording down onto her head, Arvell''s eyes glimmered coldly.


    He threw a swift kick at her shin, causing her knees to buckle.


    Due to Arvell''s time maniption, Ang didn''t have the time to react to it.


    Caught off guard, Ang tried to stabilize her bnce.


    …Only to remember Arvell''s vertical strike at her head.


    Arvell had a disappointed look on his face.


    ''To think that she would be so weak… Without magic, these people are no different from normal humans. This… This is disappointing.''


    While Arvell wasmenting the anti-climactic ending of the fight, Ang''s look of shock turned into an amused smile.<novelnext></novelnext>


    The knights were watching this y out with an amused expression.


    Knowing firsthand the strength of their young mistress, they knew that this wasn''t the end.


    It was far from it.


    Staring head-on at the oing strike, Ang took a deep breath.


    "ZEPHYR CLOAK"


    The wind surrounding Ang increased in power, from small gusts of wind into a full-blown gale.


    Using the wind, Ang''s sword increased in speed as she shed it at Arvell''s sword.


    *BANG*


    Arvell''s body went flying backwards hitting a nearby wall.


    *BOOM*


    Despite Arvell being the one to swing at Ang, he was thrown backwards by this exchange.


    Arvell slowly pulled himself up, but he fell to one knee.


    He could feel a familiar metallic taste fill up his mouth.


    A trickle of blood slowly leaked out of his mouth.


    ''To think she could turn this entire fight around in one moment… This… This is amazing!''


    His opinions on Ang did aplete 180 after theirst exchange.


    Arvell was particrly astounded by the fact that Ang could stay calm under those circumstances and finish casting a spell within a fraction of a second


    Despite his entire body aching after that one exchange, Arvell couldn''t suppress the surge of emotions that had gonee over him.


    ''I wonder how well I could match up if I was fighting at full strength? Could I fight evenly with that kind of strike? I''m still not at that level yet… But it shouldn''t take me too long to get there!''


    Arvell''s heart beat faster with excitement while envisioning replicating that kind of strength.


    On the other hand, however, Ang watched Arvell''s condition with a shocked expression.


    She bolted towards Arvell, and with her vastly increased speed it took her only a moment to appear before him.


    Expecting an attack, Arvell brought his sword close to his body to defend from all angles.


    ? Unexpectedly that attack never urred.


    "Are you okay? I''m so sorry, I was flustered by the sudden attack that I used way too much force. "


    Arvell lowered his guard.


    Wiping the blood from his trickling down his mouth, Arvell smiled.


    "There''s no need to worry. I''m fine."


    Ang looked at Arvell like he was crazy.


    "Fine? You were sent flying! Even in the academy, only a few in my year can withstand that sh. You haven''t even attended your first day yet!"


    "What can I say? I have a strong body."


    "Even so! We should get you healed immediately!"


    Arvell looked at Ang with a displeased expression.


    "I can still fight! This is nowhere near enough!"


    Ang flicked Arvell on the forehead, and due to her increased speed, he couldn''t dodge it.


    "Oww"


    Thankfully she didn''t put too much force behind it.


    Arvell clutched his forehead and looked at Ang with an annoyed expression.


    "Listen to big sis! We can always train again after."


    ''But… you aren''t my sister…''