Sir Knoltlese was visibly shocked, the supervisors giving approving knods in the background as the students wondered how Lord Black's son was so gifted with the blade.
"[ In Sir Knoltlese's head ]: It would seem I'd find my mission much harder than I thought It would be. The kid has incredible perception. He was watching my dual with the mistress of the House Terafania and managed to pick up on my fighting technique in less the ten minutes. I'll have to get serious and push back slightly. Then I can deal the finally blow in the haze of confusion".
Despite knowing that I might die, I couldn't help but feel that excilerating grip of the love for combat in a true battle. I was once weak before reincarnating. I was a target for scum, a dirt bag for free use. But in this world, I had the power to make a difference and I wasn't about to let a stupid knights get in my way, I had a plan. I took the same stance once more, faining immaturity to somehow bait him into closer range. It worked perfectly.
As Sir Knoltlese's sword closer to my body, I quickly changed my stance, parrying the strike and adding a counter that deliberately struck the hard shell of his armor. Voice dialed down, and shock flooded in.
The supervisors were sbocked that a fourteen year old had come up with such a brilliant trick.
Sir Knoltlese was not done yet, since it had only been three minutes. He prepared to go for another attempt. To the audience, it looked like a promising candidate giving a Divine Knight a run for his money.
However, this was actually a public execution. A statement made by the holy knights to sway my family from their underground machinations.
At this point, I knew that I had set all the flags right to initiate my plan.
I used my sinergy magic to enhance the pendant my sister gave me. With it, I Initiated a new feature, Mental Invasion.
Sir Knoltlese assumed his fighting stance, ready to end it as I intentionally left another huge vulnerability for him to try and exploit. As he closed the distance, he heard a deep, menacing voice in his head.
" My, my! Why are you so bent on defeating the child before you? Could it be that you wish to kill him".
The lapse in concentration, allowed me to perfectly dodge his attempted strike. Knoltlese put some distance, asking whether I heard that voice in a low and somewhat mystified tone.
Of course, playing on my childish persona, I denied in the most silly way possible. The knight shrugged it off, blaming it as figment of his imagination.
He regained composure, charging once more. But, I wasn't about to let him go that easily.
" Are you ignoring me, Sir Knoltlese? Surely you don't think I'm a figment of your imagination? I assure you, I'm really here. But you can't see me".
The Knight's composure began to show cracks. I exploited his mental breakdown, charging in with a strike that pushed him back once more.
With five minutes left in the he dual, the students were on the edge of their seats and the supervisors could not clearly assess who would claim victory.
Sir Knoltlese decided to engage the voice.
"[ In Sir Knoltlese's head ]: who are you?... ... Or rather, What are you?!"
The voice responded: " I'll be asking the questions here. Were you the one who killed the previous instructor? If not, then who did?".
" Why should I tell you, even if it was me?".
The voice responded: " you've already answered me without knowing, they sent a lacky to try and kill the child I was protecting? wrong move!!!".
I charged in, my facial expression deceptively showing that I was oblivious to what was happening in Sir Knoltlese's head. As my sword met his, a crashing sound errupted throughout the arena. I had broken his long sword. He crowd was shocked, my fellow candidates cheering in admiration and some demanding an explanation, since it's virtually impossible.
Sir Knoltlese was also shocked, attributing the occurrence to outside interference. He had fallen into my trap precisely and now, I had him on k6 string.
Sir Knoltlese drew out two daggers to continue he dual with and I was supportive of the idea. The supervisors showed worried expressions as they identified the type of weapon.
" [ A God Arms ]: mighty weapons bestowed upon the holy knights and divine knights of high station. These weapons could replicate literal God level magic and abilities".
Sir Knoltlese introduced me to his blade,
Dual Storm Wielder: a wind type weapon that grew sharper with more exposure to atmosphere.
He decided that I pick a personal weapon as well, since I had also broken my blade in the process. The crack spread until my blade broke off. I agreed, picking a dimensional storage bag from my pocket. I removed a blade I had crafted myself. Adamantiour, an iron and Adamantite ore blade.
The crowd grew larger as the news of an intense assessment spread, I took a battle stance ready to end things with the final phase of my plan.
From the look on his face, I could tell everything. My death meant something would be given to him. Something of great value.
I knew that I wanted to live well in this life, and I wasn't about to be killed after just two years as a Nobleman's son.