Chapter 33: End Of The Mock Battles
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Several hours later, the final first-year match came to an end.
The students were all brought back into the arena, where they bowed before leaving to a round of applause.
The announcer stepped back into the centre of the battlefield, his voice booming across the stadium.
"And that concludes this year’s First-Year Mock Battles!"
The audience erupted into cheers.
Some students celebrated their victories, whilst others sat in silence after crushing defeats.
But regardless of the outcome, every participant had taken their first step towards becoming a professional fighter.
The announcer smiled as the applause gradually died down.
"Before we dismiss our first years, let’s take a look at today’s biggest movers! These are the students whose social profiles gained the most followers by the end of the battles."
A large holographic screen appeared above the arena.
Its contents were simple.
「Follower Growth — Top 10」
Kalon Manchester — +47,672
Thea Bluegale — +9,841
Levian Ashcroft — +8,914
Richard Red — +7,126
Daniel Forest — +4,583
Larissa Hart — +4,009
Cassius Black — +3,782
Million Thatcher — +3,495
Osmand Steel — +3,101
Ismarelda Cross — +2,864
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A wave of murmuring spread throughout the arena.
"He stayed first..."
"By that much?"
"Over forty thousand from one match... I know he started behind everyone else, but still."
"Are you surprised? No one else showed a skill even half as powerful as his."
"I don’t think anyone’s a match for him right now."
Even several teachers exchanged glances.
Usually, the rankings shifted throughout the day as more impressive performances were shown.
But Kalon’s battle had remained the most talked-about event from beginning to end by a long shot.
The announcer chuckled.
"It seems our number one spot never changed. Make sure to keep an eye on him, ladies and gentlemen."
He then looked towards the first-year seating area.
"And of course, a big congratulations to all of today’s competitors."
"Whether you gained ten followers or one thousand, remember..."
"This is only the beginning of your careers."
The holographic rankings slowly faded from view as the audience gave one final round of applause.
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Later that day...
Kalon was feeling drained and tired after the long day. All he wanted to do was sleep.
But he knew that he couldn’t.
The sun had now set.
That meant it was time to pay another visit to Venduros.
Last time he was there, Josinia was about to enter the Resistance City and begin her new life as an enemy of the Empire.
This left him feeling nervous, but he had no other choice.
All he wanted to do at that moment was relax, but he had to pay her a visit.
Not to mention, the more time he spent out in space, the stronger he could become.
So, Kalon headed over to the rooftops like he always did.
He didn’t spot anyone on the way there, as everyone was tired from the mock battles.
This gave him peace and quiet.
[Initiating Travel Sequence...]
[Adapting body to suit conditions...]
[...]
[You have arrived!]
[Welcome to Venduros!]
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Kalon opened his eyes and immediately went on alert.
Last time he was in a prison cell, so who knew where he would end up now?
However, this time his location was a lot more pleasant.
He was in a bedroom that looked modern. Even more modern than his room in the academy dormitory.
There was a bed by a window that overlooked the sprawling Resistance City.
He was much higher up than he would’ve liked.
Whistle!
Then he turned towards a door on the far side of the room. It was slightly open, with steam coming through it, as well as the sound of whistling.
"Hmm?"
Kalon slowly made his way over, prepared to use his Ninefold Sunbreaker skill now that the one-hour cooldown had finished.
If he had to, he would burn the whole building down.
He slowly opened the door...
The sight he saw made him go stiff. Not his entire body, but rather his lower region.
There, he saw Josinia sitting on the edge of a large sunken hot tub, using a washing sponge to pour soap onto her beautiful purple-skinned body.
Kalon pushed the door open a little more.
The sight continued to hit him like a wave of heat.
Josinia sat on the smooth edge of a large sunken hot tub, completely naked.
Steam rose around her purple body, making her violet skin glow under the soft lights in the room.
She was slowly running a soapy sponge along her arm, then down her side. The white foam slid over her small, perky breasts, dripping from her dark purple nipples.
Each time she moved, her breasts jiggled softly, the water lapping gently against her waist.
Her long white curls of hair were damp and stuck to her back and shoulders. A few strands clung to her neck and chest.
She looked relaxed, humming and whistling softly as she washed herself, completely unaware of him at first.
Kalon’s throat went as dry as a desert. His member twitched and quickly hardened inside his pants, harder than it ever had before.
Fuck... she looks incredible.
And safe, of course... That’s what’s important.
The hot water made her skin shine even more, highlighting every curve. Her soft purple thighs were slightly spread, and he could just see the smooth mound between her legs behind the steam.
A few bubbles of soap clung to her inner thighs.
Josinia lifted the sponge and squeezed it over her chest.
Thick streams of soapy water ran down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, and disappeared into the water.
Her nipples stiffened from the warm trickle, poking out proudly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, tilting her head back. The movement made her breasts push forward, water glistening on them like oil.
Kalon’s breathing grew heavier.
He couldn’t look away. His eyes traced every inch of her wet, naked body, from her perky tits down to her wide hips and thick thighs.
Just then, Josinia turned her head.
Their eyes met.
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