Jobless Transportation - The Honored One

Arc 1 Finale

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-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

The Frozen Forest held its breath, an eerie stillness lingering in the aftermath of the clash between Satoru and Gal. The only audible sounds were the chilling wind and the rhythmic pitter-patter of Gal's blood dripping from his face.

Amid the pain, Gal glared at the gleeful Satoru, who balled his fists and assumed a stance, patiently waiting for Gal to regain his bearings.

This moment served as Gal's complete conviction - His eyes faltered and hallucinations filled his sight as his eyes met the eerie blue glow of Satoru.

He had always held the belief that strength stemmed from a combination of training and talent - nothing more.

A sword of logic was Gal's weapon.

Yet... Despite Satoru's previous denial of any connection to the Dragon God, a rejection echoing in the recesses of Gal's psyche, he now found himself confronted with undeniable evidence.

On one side, an aura of controlled strength and stoicism emanated from the Dragon God, accompanied by a menacing presence with no equal. On the other, Satoru exuded insanity from every pore, showcasing magic he had never seen or heard of, even the fabled Teleportation in his arsenal.

Amidst this stark contrast, Gal identified a singular vivid link.

He felt his very existence being lost in the endless void in Satoru's blazing Blue Eyes that gleamed with excited bloodthirst.

Yes...

Much like the Dragon God.

Satoru was also [An existence beyond rationality]

Exhaling a torrent of agony and drowning in the depths of depression, Gal found himself compelled to acknowledge the undeniable.

Ever since his confrontation with the Dragon God Orsted as a Sword Saint, he nurtured a fervent hope that his relentless training, the weight of his title, and the honed strength he had cultivated would elevate him to a level capable of reaching the 2nd of the Great Powers.

The hunger for a rematch against the Dragon God consumed him - A desire to cut him down and lay bare the worth of his Logic, Training, and Talent.

Yet, in the chilling reality of this moment, Gal received an answer, facing an existence that defied comprehension once again.

The pain etched on his face was much less concerning than the aura emanating from Satoru.

Normally, such an injury wouldn't stop Gal from continuing the battle.

Nay, it would serve as potent fuel for Gal to unleash hell on his opponent.

But... whatever just happened, Satoru had become more dangerous than ever before.

The desperate pleas of Gal's instincts echoed, warning him to flee, to abandon this futile pursuit, the stark realization that persistence would lead to his demise.

'This was meant to be a test for the brat... How did it turn out like this?' Gal questioned himself, a somber reflection evident as he lowered his guard.