Chapter 5: The Prodigy of the Zephyrions
Narrator:
There are many warriors gathered at this grand event.
Some carry overwhelming power, others display rare genius.
Some stand tall with sheer strength, others walk with the influence of noble lineages.
And a few—just a few—wield the might of knowledge as their weapon.
But he… he is different.
He was born into power, yet never settled for it.
Hailing from the Zephyrion Clan, famed throughout the kingdoms for their brilliant tacticians, he was expected to be just another mind behind strategies.
But Nile Zephyrions chose a path far more dangerous. He blended strength and intellect—fists and foresight—into one.
He became the storm with direction. The prodigy with purpose.
The warrior who doesn't just fight…
He calculates.
He is the Prodigy of the Zephyrions.
As the scene opens, the atmosphere at the Giant Colosseum swells with anticipation. The crowd roars as Nile Zephyrions enters the battlefield with quiet composure, his presence alone enough to stir excitement.
Commentator:
"Here he is! The prodigy of the Zephyrion Clan! The strategist with strength—Nile Zephyrions!"
His opponent soon steps forward—a tall, stoic figure in dark steel armor.
Commentator:
"And facing him today—Lieutenant Harley of the Yuravan 14th Squad! A battle-hardened soldier, trained in the bitter fronts of the Frostmarch!"
The two warriors meet at the center. No words. Just a respectful handshake.
Then, silence.
And the match begins.
Harley attacks first—Ice Shard!
Sharp crystals slice through the air, gleaming with frostbite.
But Nile stays calm.
A soft gust of wind erupts beneath his feet—Wind Current!
The attack's trajectory shifts. Ice veers away, crashing harmlessly beside him.
Harley narrows his eyes, unimpressed. He counters—Cold Air!
The surrounding current turns frigid, causing the temperature to drop rapidly. The wind begins working against Nile.
"Not bad," Nile mutters, watching frost form in the air.
From the crowd, Arnox mumbles under his breath, arms folded:
"A lieutenant from Yuravan… not your average solo warrior."
But Nile isn't finished.
With a swipe of his hand—Water Sprinkle!
Mist floods the battlefield, coating the air in fine droplets.
Harley scoffs, smirking.
"This isn't child's play, boy. It's war."
Nile responds, calm and unfazed:
"As expected from a lieutenant of the kingdom's army."
Then he moves—Boil!
The droplets around Harley begin to sizzle. Steam rises. The mist becomes a weapon.
Harley winces as boiling water scalds his armor and exposed skin. But he's no rookie.
A soldier always adapts.
He begins freezing the droplets clinging to him. A cold barrier forms. The damage dulls.
But the trap has already been set.
Nile unleashes—Liquidation!
A massive pulse of water pressure crashes into Harley.
But combined with the freezing…
It backfires.
Harley's chilled body begins to crystallize. His limbs lock.
Frost creeps across his armor. His defenses become his prison.
Nile steps forward, eyes sharp:
"The army always trains for defense… prepares for every situation."
"But even perfect training has loopholes."
Harley collapses, unable to move.
Commentator:
"Round 1—Match 9—Victory goes to Nile Zephyrions!"
The crowd explodes with cheers—thunderous and wild.
But not everyone celebrates.
As Nile leaves the field, composed and unreadable as ever, the camera pans toward the distant stands—
Where the Captain of Squad 14 watches, fists clenched.
His face is cold.
His gaze, burning with silent fury.
End of Chapter 5