The Most Strongest Transcendent Ever
Chapter 4: Tension?
Zennōsei nonchalantly declares that I may take a seat next to Kurokami, who is quietly observing the world around her.
With a composed demeanor, I respond, "Very well, then," and gracefully slide into the seat beside her. As I settle in, I can't help but notice the striking features of the girl beside me. Kurokami's long, jet-black hair cascades down her back like a dark waterfall, framing her face in a way that accentuates her piercing crimson eyes, which seem to shimmer with an intensity that draws me in. She's dressed in the smart, crisp uniform typical of Mahōgakō students—a neat blazer over a button-up shirt, and a meticulously pleated skirt that gives her an air of authority despite the casual setting.
Suddenly, Kurokami glances sideways at me, her expression shifting. "Something... feels off about you," she states, her tone laced with suspicion as her crimson eyes narrow ever so slightly as she scrutinizes me.
In response, I meet her gaze steadily and ask in a calm, measured voice, "And what makes you think that?"
Kurokami leans in slightly, her suspicion deepening, "Because Mahōgakō is no ordinary school. How could someone like you even enroll here? Who are you really?" Her words hang in the air, heavy with intrigue and challenge.
Just as the tension thickens, Zennōsei steps forward, interjecting with an air of authority. "Kurokami, save the small chatter for lunchtime we have more pressing matters to attend to."
In that moment, a man enters the room with an impressive presence. He has short, spiky red hair that contrasts vividly against his azure blue eyes, which carry a spark of mischief. His attire consists of a fitted black tank top that showcases his athletic build, paired with dark cargo pants and sturdy boots that suggest he's no stranger to physical activity. He flashes a confident grin as he surveys the room, saying, "Well, it looks like it's my time to take care of the students, huh, Zennōsei?"
Zennōsei returns his grin, a playful light dancing in his eyes. "Indeed it is," he replies, turning his attention to the rest of the class. With his arms crossed, he introduces the newcomer. "Everyone, meet Budōmasutā. Starting today, he'll be in charge of your martial arts training."
As I absorb this information, my mind races with questions Who is this man? What is his background? It's undeniable that he exudes an aura that seems even more formidable than Zennōsei's. Don't tell me he's stronger than Zennōsei, too!?
With an air of relaxed authority, Budōmasutā addresses the class, "Alright, are you ready for your first lesson?"
In unison, the students nod their heads enthusiastically, responding in a chorus of "Yes, sir!"
"Very well, follow me then, everyone," Budōmasutā instructs, his voice calm but firm. As we leave the classroom, we make our way outside into the training grounds.
The training grounds are expansive and well-equipped, sprawling out before us like a canvas painted with the promise of challenges and growth. The grass is meticulously trimmed, and various training apparatus, including punching bags, obstacle courses, and sparring mats, lay arranged strategically across the area. Lush trees provide shade on the outskirts while the warm sun bathes us in light, creating an atmosphere that is both invigorating and motivating.
Upon reaching the center of the training grounds, Budōmasutā turns to face us, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Alright, everyone! Today, we'll begin with a foundational martial art—Karate. It's a discipline that emphasizes striking techniques, and the first move we will learn is the front kick." He demonstrates the technique, his movement fluid and precise as he raises his leg, executing a perfect front kick that sends a nearby training pad flying.
As I watch him, I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This is only the beginning, and I'm eager to see what else he has in store for us on this journey through martial arts.
In a serene and composed manner, Budōmasutā, the seasoned instructor, calmly announces to the assembled students, "You will engage in combat using this method until you achieve perfection." His voice carries an authoritative yet encouraging tone, setting the stage for the day's training. "The first match will feature Kurokami facing off against Orenjikami," he adds, giving the students a clear directive.
As the names are called, a boy with striking silver hair that cascades down his shoulders and piercing green eyes steps forward. His attire is striking as well he wears a fitted, dark vest that accentuates his athletic build, paired with loose, flowing pants that allow for agility and movement. The look is completed with traditional martial arts footwear, giving him an air of readiness and focus.
Kurokami steps forward as well, her demeanor confident and fierce. She locks eyes with her opponent, a determined gleam in her eyes. "So, you're the one I'll be battling, huh?" she states, her tone laced with both curiosity and challenge as she sizes him up.
Orenjikami, maintaining an air of calmness, replies quietly, "That would be correct." His demeanor is collected, belying the intensity of the combat about to unfold.
Budōmasutā's voice cuts through the air once more, calm and steady, "Alright, begin!" His words evoke a sense of anticipation as both competitors prepare to showcase their skills.
With an adrenaline-fueled charge, the two combatants spring into action. Kurokami, inspired by her training, throws a powerful front kick that she had practiced numerous times under Budōmasutā's watchful eye.
However, Orenjikami is quick on his feet he swiftly sidesteps to the left, evading her strike with grace. With impeccable timing, he retaliates with a front kick of his own, a sharp jab aimed at her midsection. "Nice try," he comments lightly, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he executes the move.
Kurokami, taken aback but quick to react, back dodges just in time. Surprise flickers across her face as she exclaims, "That was close!" The thrill of combat heightens her senses, making every moment feel electric.
Orenjikami, feeling the momentum shift, declares confidently, "Let's end this!" He charges at her with renewed vigor, clearly intent on turning the tide in his favor.
Kurokami, unflustered by his approach, responds with her own resolve. "I couldn't agree more," she says casually, her confidence palpable. She assumes a front kick stance once again, channeling her energy into a powerful strike. With precision, she slams her foot into Orenjikami's gut, the impact sending him flying backward, momentarily suspended in the air before he lands with a thud.
After a brief pause, Budōmasutā can't help but break into a grin as he announces, "And the winner is Kurokami!" His approval resonates throughout the training ground, encouraging cheers and camaraderie among the onlookers.
As the excitement of the match begins to settle, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air, leaving everyone wondering what will unfold next. "To be continued…" the storyline leaves spectators eagerly awaiting the next chapter of this spirited competition.
To be continued...