ONLINE: Blades of Eternity

Chapter 59 MORRIS ENTERS THE PLATFORM

"Winner in platform 2: Stallion Rose!!"

"Winner in platform 4: Ferg Gregory!!"

"Winner in platform 5: Hellen Paul!!"

Right at this moment, the Pacesetters Rookie tournament has begun as various battles could be seen and witnessed in different parts of the academy. And Morris who is Kaelen's best friend is currently in the arena that is located at the northern part of the academy.

'I wonder who she is going to pick as her opponent?' Morris thought as he observed the girl who is currently climbing the platform he is facing.

This girl is slender yet strong as she step on the platform confidently with a large shield held firmly in her grip. The shield, nearly as tall as she is, is intricately designed with swirling patterns that seem to tell a story of ancient battles. Her demeanor is calm and focused, radiating a quiet strength.

She wears the uniform of an internal student of the Pacesetters Academy, the emblem of the school emblazoned proudly on her chest. Despite her unassuming stature, there's an air of unyielding determination about her, as if she alone could stand against any foe with just her shield as her weapon.

Bam!!

As soon as this girl reached the center of the platform, she immediately slams her shield into the magic imbued concrete before she turned to face Morris and the others.

"You, face me" And not long after that, She confidently spoke up as she pointed at the person right next to Morris. When Morris noticed this, he suddenly had a wry smile on his face as he thought.

'Seems like I won't be entering the platform just yet'

The person the girl with the shield picked as her opponent a boy who stands with a quiet, composed demeanor, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. His presence is calm, almost serene, like the surface of a still lake untouched by wind. He is a student of the Pacesetters Academy, his uniform crisp and unblemished.

His eyes reflect a deep, inner tranquility, as if he's mastered the art of silence and patience. Despite the peaceful aura around him, there's an underlying intensity, a sense that beneath the calm exterior lies a potential for swift, decisive action with his blade.

"I forfeit" But surprisenly for Morris, the boy suddenly spoke up in a calm manner as he looked right into the eyes of the girl with the shield. Not even giving the boy the chance to reconsider his decision, the sly looking middle aged man immediately spoke up.

"Winner in platform 3: Charlotte Kentucky!!"

"Hmph! Coward" muttered the girl with the shield who is the one the middle aged man called as Charlotte before she walked down the platform.

The storm collapsed in on itself, leaving only the quiet boy standing amidst the dissipating light. He lowered his sword, the calm aura around him undisturbed, as Morris fell to one knee, exhausted and defeated.

The crowd erupted into applause, but the boy paid them no mind. He sheathed his sword with a quiet dignity, giving Morris a respectful nod. Despite his victory, there was no arrogance in his demeanor, only the stillness of a lake after a storm.

"The person who ordered me to do this is your brother" but before the boy walked off the platform, he suddenly spoke up in his usual tone.

But as soon as Morris heard him, his expression suddenly and drastically changed as a sudden chill began to emanate from his body while an image of a young man appeared unconsciously in his mind.

Morris's elder brother is a tall, imposing figure with broad shoulders and a commanding presence. His hair is a deep shade of auburn, slicked back neatly, revealing a strong jawline and sharp, focused eyes that glint with intelligence and experience. His facial features are chiseled, with a slight scar running down the side of his left cheek, hinting at battles fought in the past.

He wears a tailored, dark-colored uniform that accentuates his muscular build, with intricate patterns embroidered along the collar and cuffs. His expression is one of calm authority, exuding both confidence and a hint of sternness.

'I will get you back for this' Morris thought in determination as he slowly stood up from the platform and began to walk away.

"Winner in platform 3: Julian Bergen!!" Right at this moment, the sly looking middle aged man suddenly announced right after he glanced at the platform Morris is in.

But both him and Morris failed to notice two people who are currently standing at the edge above the arena. One of this said people is a young man who looks exactly like the young man Morris thought of not too long ago.

As for the other person, it is also a young man who stands with a posture that radiates discipline and confidence, his back straight and his gaze sharp. His short-cropped, jet-black hair is immaculately groomed, complementing his strong, angular features. His piercing eyes, a striking shade of steel gray, survey his surroundings with calculated precision.

Dressed in a crisp, tailored uniform adorned with insignias of rank, he carries himself with the air of someone far beyond his years in experience. Every movement is deliberate and efficient, reflecting the intense training and natural talent that mark him as a military prodigy.

"I told you Julian will get the job done" said the young man who seems to be in the military as he had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Seems like I was wrong for doubting you earlier, forgive me" the other young man who apparently is Morris's brother replied with an awkward smile on his face.

"It's fine Drake. But from now on, I want you to know that you should never doubt me, not now or even when we will give this damn school a surprise" The young man replied to Morris's brother with a sly smile now on his face.

"Got it" Drake conceited with a light smile on his face while he thought.

'Am sorry Morris, but I just gotta show you your place'