Chapter 7: The Small Guy in a Corner

When all the contestants saw Eader's eyes, they got goosebumps from it.

The people-watching were also impressed: Mythra gave a nod for good technique; Emilia was surprised by his sword; Evalynn was happy nothing too bad happened; the detective is impressed by his quick movement and thinking; the constable does not know what is happening but is rooting for Eader and the boys were shocked by the move.

James gave a menacing look onto the floor. Emilia was trying to figure out his power. What she got was nothing, like it had no magic, but the structure was wood, even a baby could tell, and it had magic flowing through it- puzzling her even more.

And to think a wooden sword blocked and cut a person with a silver longsword. What was going through Eader's mind was a complete shock.

'How sharp is this thing? How did the old man make this? Did the block work? Is it magic?'

He finally turned to see the fat and skinny boy looking at him with a fighting stance.

"How dare you do that to him! You b****!" Screamed the fat boy, the skinny guy just gave a measly look- but James did not turn around.

Eader replied to what he shouted," sorry, meant to dodge it, not to hurt him," he gave a nervous smile, but his voice was wavy, still by shock, so it sounded more menacing and the people that could not see his face, they thought it was an insult. The boys gave scared looks.

Mythra snickered, Evalynn was startled by the voice, and Emilia was dumbfounded.

'Since when was he like this? Was it because of the sword? Was he trying to act cool?'

The skinny boy charged at him, sword on his right shoulder, thinking what to do next. Eader thought about his mum and did not want any marks on the wall, not by him nor anyone else.

He was fairly close, but not so fast. He could easily move out of the way and dodge, but…

'I should take it and block it, I mean I want to experience a proper fight, if not, opening the door was a waste.'

He then ran at them, but not full speed, he wanted the person to aim at him well. A smile emerged from his face, he had to thank that old man for it. He slashed down hard with no grace.

'The weakest of the bunch.'

He blocked, making x with his sword. That's when Mythra was confused.

"Emilia you said he was fast, then why did he not dodge it?"

The detective overheard the question, while Emilia just shrugged at her (still surprised), the detective answered.

'He must be trying a new technique since the girl named Emilia said that he's fast, that must mean, he must have always dodged the attacks with his speed in battle, now he is trying something new. What an interesting person, testing new things out in battle.'

This motivated the detective even more. But out of nowhere, the fat kid ran as fast as he could onto Eader.

His sword started to glow, like snow. The sword was on the left side of his hip running from the left side of the skinny guy, panting as he ran, he slashed at Eader, but he saw it coming, moving his foot, but changing the hand posture to fit him (still keeping the x).

SLASH!!

The sword stopped glowing, hitting the skinny guy and falling onto the floor, while the fat guy was in shock at what he did to his friend, Eader tilted the sword and smacked him right in the face, blood spewing from his nose and falling to the ground.

All of them stared at him, but right after they forgot a person.

Thwack!!

A huge sword cut itself into Eader's back.

'Crap, I should have knocked him out.'

The flaw that Eader has is no experience, he just watched fights on the T.V, not experiencing it and his dad always went easy. Luckily, James was in total rage, he hit Eader the best place for him on his back, the top part. Mythra gave a weird chuckle, and the detective looked upset.

"The kid got lucky for getting hit at the top part of the back," the detective said.

"Why is that," replied the constable, curious for the answer.

"There is all that muscle at the top not at the bottom, his muscles probably protected any important veins. In addition, there are no essential organs at the top part, and the shoulder blades should have protected his spine, but…"

"That must have hurt," said Evalynn, worrying about Eader's health.

Right at the moment, James pulled back his sword, Eader moved forward making sure no more blows hit him.

"Guys, are you ok?" he checked for his friends, skinny was breathing, but unconscious- fatty was still able to move, but not stand.

He looked at Eader, with a deadly glare.

"Still standing, I am gonna kill you," he said in a scary voice, "And you girls, I will get you next."

But nobody seemed to take the threat seriously. All the girls were waiting for what Eader would do next, so was the detective. The only person nervous was the constable since he had to explain the cut teenagers. Eader was thinking about what his next move will be, then he closed his eyes and felt the presence of the person in front of him.

'I can feel the magic, the wind pressure is different around him.'

Evalynn was confused and afraid that Eader closed his eyes.

'Why is he doing that?'

Emilia and Mythra knew why though.

'He is finally gonna show us his magic.'

Even the detective thinks about that. James took his chance, he dashed at him. Eader felt like he was going to fall unconscious, the pain hurt so much that he wanted to faint.

However, he knew he would be in a much worse situation also the blood was starting to stick onto his top he had under the jumper.

When he closed his eyes about it, people misinterpreted him, he just complained about the sweat under the armpits and not showering as he was too happy over the sword.

He relaxed and opened his eyes, seeing the furious James trying to attack him. He pounced in as well, looking around. Both were neck and neck, both slashed, James from the top, Eader from the right side, both swords connected but not a good X.

But out of nowhere, the sun started shining on both the boys- blinding James. James added more force, pressing down his sword landed on to the floor, and he got cut from the bottom stomach until his right rib cage. Slashing him with his speed.