Clean Cut

As the horses began to pull the carriage, I felt the environment around me change once again. The trees and landscapes of the region receded, giving way to new scenes as we advanced. I took a deep breath, taking note of the changes as the world passed before my eyes.

As the carriage moved forward, I began to contemplate the future. When this journey finally ended, I planned to follow in Leylin's footsteps and enroll in the same magical academy as him. I was well acquainted with the academy, thanks to the information I had obtained from the story, and I knew it was the place where I would have the opportunity to learn magic and alchemy.

My ambitions were grand. I didn't intend to be just an ordinary student. I aimed to stand out and achieve success in the academy. Being an alchemist was just the beginning. I wanted to become something even greater, a mage destined to rule the world, perhaps.

As I contemplated these thoughts, time continued to march on.

[<30 days later!>]

I looked at the night sky, which was dark and dotted with countless bright stars, took a deep breath, and then shifted my gaze downward, flexing the bicep muscle of my right arm as I had already achieved an impressive 2.0 in all physical attributes, feeling power coursing through me.

The starry sky seemed like a reflection of my own potential, full of possibilities.

Nearby, a large campfire illuminated the camp, and many young people were gathered around it. George, with a sword in both hands, stood out among them. His accusing gaze fell on me, and he raised his voice, his words sounding like thunder in the silence of the night.

"Raven, apologize to Lilith for what you did!" George commanded with authority, causing everyone around to pause their activities and pay attention to the scene.

I stood up, facing the pressure he was exerting on me, and responded with a tone of contempt, "Who do you think you are to give me orders?"

My voice was firm and defiant. I wouldn't accept being belittled by George or anyone else, especially after everything I had been through so far.

As George pointed his sword at me and accused me of forcing Lilith into a relationship with me, my eyes met hers. Lilith looked away, her lack of confidence evident on her face. The situation was becoming even more complicated.

I faced George with a challenging smile and responded to his accusation, "What hypocrisy coming from a pig like you!"

George looked furious, but I wasn't easily shaken. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to expose the truth. I made a full turn, looking at all the young people around us as I continued to speak.

"I think everyone should know!" I began, capturing everyone's attention. "That George helped Leylin when he tried to assault Bessita."The words were heavy, and George became visibly uncomfortable.

"Furthermore," I continued, "he has been assisting Leylin in a pathetic training, probably so that he can seek revenge on Ourin."

The revelations sparked murmurs and surprised looks among the young people around us.

The smile on George's face disappeared, and he seemed bewildered by the turn of events. I maintained my stance, aware that my words had shaken his reputation.

With determination, I lifted my chest and slid my hand to the hilt of my katana, resting in its white sheath by my waist. Silence dominated the environment as I drew it with a precise motion.

"Zinm!"

The metallic sound echoed in the air.

Bessita and Ourin looked in Leylin's direction, expressing their dissatisfaction. George felt the weight of the words, and before he could retort, I firmly cut him off.

"Quiet! You're probably only helping her so she can sleep with you!"

The cutting words left my mouth, and I was not willing to let George get away with anything; I would have my foot on his face today.

As I watched George, I recalled the story I knew and, according to my memories, he was described as lascivious, a charismatic playboy, and I knew he often used his charm to impress girls. George had become a prominent figure in the camp, and it was clear he did everything to maintain that image.

George, aware of what I was insinuating, clenched one of his hands into a fist. He was visibly uncomfortable, knowing that my words had hit a sensitive spot. He was trying to appear better in the eyes of the other girls, and I had put his reputation on the line.

He finally opened his mouth and said, "May the winner of this duel be telling the truth! For what you accused me of is false. I will never help a failure like Leylin, especially after what he tried to do to Bessita."

I smiled confidently and replied, "So be it."

I positioned myself, raising my katana with one hand above my head, prepared for the impending duel. I knew I had the advantage, not just the physical advantage, but also the advantage of the system.

George was about to be defeated humiliatingly.

As we stared each other down, the camp fell silent, except for the crackling of the fire and the soft flutter of insects' wings in the night.

The tension in the air reached its peak, and the atmosphere was electrically charged.

"System, initiate combat simulation!" I whispered with determination, my voice almost a murmur.

As soon as I gave the order, an invisible field materialized around us, expanding in all directions. A system message appeared before my eyes, confirming the activation of the combat module.

Jump!

A smile formed on my lips, and I lunged toward George with surprising speed. He appeared surprised by my sudden agility.

George reacted, moving the blade of his sword to the side in an attempt to block my attack. However, before his blade could meet mine, it shifted with precision and sliced vertically, severing George's hand.

"Zap!"

It all happened in a fraction of a second, swift and relentless.

I watched in silence as George's sword, along with his severed hand, fell to the ground. A gush of bright red blood spurted from the open wound, staining the ground beneath our feet. George was paralyzed by pain for a few seconds, and then, with a shrill cry of agony, he opened his mouth.

"HAAA!"

He writhed and turned to run, heading toward his carriage in search of medicine for his wound. His expression of pain and desperation was evident, and I let him retreat, knowing that my victory was assured.

With calm and precision, I followed the instructions in my mind and sheathed my blade, tucking it away in the leather scabbard attached to my waist. The blade disappeared from view, leaving only the hilt exposed.

[MISSION#2 COMPLETED!]

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