Chiron's eyes looked around in search of what was about to happen. The last time he was warned to Defend against Fate, it involved his life.
Chiron was sure without a doubt that the same thing was very well about to repeat itself. however, he did not know the source of the threat.
He looked in Chief Dona's direction and then at Elder Fatso. But neither of them moved.
Chiron sharply turned to Elder Joules but it was the same thing. All she did was stand and watch.
Wait! why was she... watching!? The match had ended. What was she looking at!?
Chiron immediately looked back at Elder Fatso and Chief Dona. He noticed that they were also looking at something. Chiron involuntary followed their eyes and then he arrived at the reason.
It was a person on the ground. To be precise, it was Cablen.
Cablen's face was fully morphed into a frown. He beat against the ground again and again in anger. In his entire life, he had never been this humiliated. In his eyes, it was the same thing as a nightmare. The only thing was that this was a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.
This was reality kicking him in the face.
The voices of the students cheering for Chiron filled his ears like the noise of Crickets in the forest during mating season.
Exactly! it was not at all pleasant to his ears.
The praises of Chiron's name were accompanied by the curses of his own.
There was no cultivator under the sun that existed without pride. And a person such as him, that had gotten everything he ever needed since the day he was born was even worse.
Chiron was Trash. But his name was currently being sung above his.
This was a very very bitter pill for Cablen to swallow. It was so big that it choked.
No! he couldn't let this go unpunished. He needed to defend his pride. He needed to defend his Honor.
As such thoughts swarm like agitated bees in his head, the veins on his forehead popped in his anger. His hand gripped his sword tightly until his fist turned an unhealthy shade of red.
His sword glowed slightly in his hand. Obviously, he was pumping a lot of spirit energy into it. No, he was pumping all his remaining spirit energy into it.
His sword glowed a slight blue, and then the blue got darker and darker, and then he turned towards Chiron. His frown made him look like a monster.
Chiron's bad feelings increased as he saw this. No one told him before he knew that Cablen was about to attack.
However, Chiron was not in a position to either defend or dodge.
The high of his win had blinded Nora who was snuggling on his chest. Also, all the other students did not notice.
The only people that noticed Cablen's movements, were The Chief and the Elders watching.
After all, they were by far more experienced with battles. Under their belt laid many wins and many losses. Chiron knew certainly that they could see what was going on, but none of them were going to stop it.
He was on the ground with Nora on his chest. When she jumped on him, he had subconsciously let go of his hold on Devil's touch.
Yes! As much as Chiron did not want to admit it, letting go of Devil's touch in the thought that the match had ended was about to cost him his life.
Cablen yelled loudly as he raised his sword high up in the air.
His aim was the Brother-sister pair who were celebrating in a hug on the ground for their win over him.
"SHIT!!!" Chiron cursed. At this time, Chiron's eyes were on the approaching Cablen.
Of course, any of the Elders could stop Cablen, but Chiron knew more than anyone that nobody was going to do him this favor. He could even swear that chief Dona and Elder Joules were smiling right now at him.
Chiron looked to his right. There, Devil's touch lay, but the sword was just a few inches away from his hand. He tried to reach it but discovered two things.
Firstly, Nora was on his body. Secondly, he was too weak to push and reach it. Reason being that he had lost a lot of blood to Devil's touch thirst.
Twice!
He had given Devil's touch some of his blood twice already. Each time, Devil's touch drank quite the amount.
At the end of the day, Chiron was only eight years old. He only had so much blood to give. On top of that, he still had internal injuries from his fight with Cablen.
He tried over and over again to reach for Devil's touch, but every time he did, his fingers were but an inch from the sword.
"SHIT! SHIT!! SHIT!!!" Chiron cursed in his mind.
As Cablen's glowing sword drew closer, Chiron could not help but think that Maybe this was going to be the end.
He was about to pay the price for challenging someone with strength when he had nothing.
Was this going to be his punishment?
The glowing blue sword approached like the light of the sun heading for the earth.
In the reflection of Chiron's eyes, the blue glowing sword got bigger and bigger.
Chiron knew that no one would help him, and so he searched.
He searched deep. His mind surfing his brain for a solution to his problem.
And then it hit him. His need for survival had pushed his brain to one thing. Or rather, it had arrived at one solution. The only solution he could think of.
And so, he willed it.
Immediately, he sent all his remaining points into Luck, betting all his cards on the possibility of a saving grace.
The moment he did, Nora who was in his embrace suddenly noticed the approach of spirit energy and slightly turned in the direction of the spirit energy.
This in turn, reduced the weight on Chiron's body and the tip of his outstretched finger only barely touched...
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