Elysis Vs Liberty Alliance, Final Battle.
Cyric vs. Sicya.
Officially begins-
Cyric took a few steps back towards the magic tower behind him and stood with his hands behind his back -
"Sicya, what is the standard distance for a mage facing a warrior?"
"...... On a circular field, radius sixteen meters, On a straight field, length thirty-two meters."
Directly opposite the magic tower is a wide street, which is a straight field.
Sicya evacuated the crowd and silently stepped back until he was exactly thirty-two meters away from Cyric.
............
Sicya grips the hilt of his sword.
Cyric holds his staff.
The scene is really tense.
However, before the match was about to begin, Cyric inexplicably asked -
"Sicya, you're going to defeat me, right?"
"Right."
"Heh ...... then, try me."
Hearing those words that expressed contempt, Sicya felt shocked.
-- It seems that he once heard his father say it a long time ago ......
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- When Sicya was nine years old.
He asked his father, who was working -
"Why should those who are slightly different from us be tortured so much?"
"......"
The father with whom Sicya had never had any close contact as far as he could remember ......
put down the task at hand and touched his head for the first time.
"Because I am the City Lord, and I don’t like them."
"You just don’t like them because you are the city lord of Elysis?"
"Because I don’t like them, I defeated the last city lord and became the current city lord."
"......"
Sicya frowned and said aloud-
"I'll defeat you too and become the new city lord! "
"...... Really," Cyric pushed away the table in front of him to make a large open space - "You have no any magical talent, so go be a warrior. "
"...... eh?"
The young Sicya did not expect his father to actually take what he said seriously.
"The standard distance for a mage facing a warrior is on a circular field, radius sixteen meters, on a straight field, length thirty-two meters. I'll ask again, you're going to defeat me, right?"
"...... right."
"Heh ...... then, try me."
Cyric stood thirty-two meters away from him, tossed him a longsword made of real steel, and waved his hand at him.
Sicya could barely raise the longsword and ran towards Cyric with a tilted gait.
"Too slow!"
With a shout from Cyric, a tiny flame erupted from the ground to Sicya's right.
The flame left a charred scar on Sicya's leg.
This was the first day.
The second day after that, the same situation appeared three times.
On the third day, Sicya finally learned to hold his longsword steady, ran five meters and rolled sideways in order to avoid the flame that would surely spurt from his right foot.
However, at the tenth meter, an ice blade passed across his chest.
Without making a fuss, his blood splashed on his chest ......
The month after that, rest.
The following two months, failure.
The thirteenth day in the fourth month, through continuous attempts, Sicya learned to take two steps back and then dodge from below.
Then at the twelfth meter, he was pushed back to his original position by the gale, after which a tiny bolt of lightning fell across the sky.
Without making a fuss, the lighting hit him ......
......
The 1,372nd day -
First, he ran two steps in full speed, then rolled towards the left side, just in time to dodge the increased flame as the days passed......
Then he tried to slow down, after dodging a thick ice blade with a sliding, then let his body rise up with the wind, and stepped on the ice cone that just passed his body and rolling towards the front.
......
-- the last five meters
Sicya raised his shield to block huge falling rocks, then take advantage of their gap to accelerate and run through these last five meters,
and then, stop.
...... The last time, this was where he failed.
Sicya learned for his lessons wisely, with raising his sword upward, he broke through the transparent barrier of water casted by Cyric, then stabbed straight into Cyric’s chest...
Then his attack was easily deflected by Cyric with a broken wooden sword.
"-Okay, that's enough."
Cyric said.
"......?" Fourteen-year-old Sicya looked at his father in confusion, "Can I be the city lord now?"
"No, you're still too weak."
"......"
"But one day you will be stronger. At that time ......"
Cyric pauses for a moment and looks distantly into the sky -
"Try to defeat me again... ..."
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"Battle begins!"
"......!"
Sicya came back to reality from his own memories, and with a light shout, he brought his sword forward.
Then, at the fifth meter, he subconsciously rolled to the left.
A magnificent pillar of fire with golden outer flames shot up to the sky -
The high rank Magic, Spinning Inferno Flame ......
Then, at the eighth meter, Sicya paused for a moment then stepped back and slid from below.
Scattered waves of cold air flew over his head with an amazing aura--
The high rank Magic, Ice Cones Riot ......
In the following thirty-two meters, facing Cyric's endless high rank Magic, Sicya made his response as if he has rehearsed many times, and finally ......
He broke through Cyric's final guardian magic, the Aqua Barrier.
Then just a slash -
Sicya already had it in mind.
Forcing back his own father with this slash, after that, a straight thrust, this thrust will be easily deflected by his father, then he takes this force to spin a round, and strikes his father again, in the process of striking at him, he will gather power to enchant his longsword, and tries his best to be able to ......
"Poof. "
Eh ......
Sicya looked at the longsword that had been thrust into his father's chest in a daze, as if he had seen something incredible.
Until the blood flowed down the sword all the way to its hilt, he still couldn't free himself from that his perfect state before.
What happened ......
As rehearsed by my father, then ......
then ......
Sicya's hands trembled, then he let go of the hilt and took two steps back and fell to the ground.
And Cyric took over the hilt he had let go and just pulled the sword out of his body with one hand, then spewed out a mouthful of blood --
And spoke lightly......
-- Sicya, you ...... win.
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Act V - Battle of Freedom - End.
