Silver's Desperate Gamble

Lian wasted no time in conjuring protective barriers around the group of students with them. The translucent domes shimmered in the sunlight. Each teacher tensed their muscles and sharpened their senses, ready to counter any sudden attacks directed towards them or the students under Lian's shield.

As the dust settled, the figures standing before Rakuzan's teachers and students came into focus. One was a man with long dark hair that cascaded over his broad shoulders. His muscular build was a bit bigger than Armstrong's, and he wore only a baggy flared white trouser made out of light fabric that clung to his skin. His chest was bare, revealing a tattoo of a snake coiling around his heart.

The second individual was a woman wearing a red and white kimono that accentuated her slender curves. She carried a beautiful umbrella that covered more than half of her face, revealing only her lips that were painted with red lipstick. Her eyes were hidden, but a faint smirk played on her mouth. Standing beside her was another woman slightly taller, dressed in a tight fit black gown with a high slit on both sides. Her alluring figure was matched by a devilish but gentle smile that hinted at mischief. Her hair was a fiery red, and she wore a pair of sunglasses that reflected the sun.

The last figures were a man with blonde hair and a woman with short red hair. They both wore black jackets and jeans, and had black gloves covering their hands. They looked like a pair of assassins, cold and ruthless. The blonde man spoke first, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So these are the teachers we're supposed to kill? Interesting..."

He scanned the faces of the teachers, looking for a challenge. "Which of them do you think is the A ranked Sentinel we're supposed to be wary of? From what I can tell, he looks like he's going to give us a really hard time. And it's not just about his physique," he added, as he shifted his gaze towards Armstrong, who glared back at him.

The blonde-haired man shrugged. "How about you take him then. It's obvious I don't stand a chance. What do you say, Darius?" He suggested, using the muscular man's name.

"And you'll take—" Darius started to say, but he was cut off by the voice that echoed through the island moments ago. "Now now now, there's no need to rush. I'm the master of this game, let's not forget that."

The voice belonged to the man who had trapped them on this island, the one who had orchestrated this twisted game. He sounded amused, as if he was enjoying their plight. "Then hurry up and state your rules or give us your quest. Let's just get done with this and leave," the blonde-haired man replied with a calm demeanor, hiding his impatience.

"Fine fine, since we're all so eager... My dear teachers, as you know, your dear Reinhart screwed up earlier and failed his job as a guardian," the voice said, taunting them. Reinhart clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of guilt and anger.

"It would interest you to know we have also stationed many homunculi on this island, and a few minutes ago, they were all given the order to act," the voice added, making the situation worse. The eyes of the teachers widened as they realized the current situation they were in. Reinhart clenched his fist and attempted to leap back into the forest, hoping to find and save his students. But his movement was halted by the voice of the hidden man.

"Calm down, Reinhart. One wrong movement, and I could have some of them killed. You don't know for sure that some of my homunculi don't already have their hands on your precious students." The voice was cold and cruel, making Reinhart freeze in his tracks. He felt helpless and furious, but he knew he couldn't risk the lives of his students.

"So what are your rules?" Layla stepped forward and inquired, her voice calm and composed. She was the principal of Rakuzan, and she had to act as a leader in this crisis. She hoped to find a way out of this trap, or at least a way to minimize the damage.

"Good, I like you, principal," the voice replied, sounding impressed. "Take a look at the individuals in front of you. With the aim of assisting the homunculi, each of them are going to charge into the forest when I give the signal, and kill your students," he stated, revealing his plan.

"So the rules are simple. Save them, and win, or stay here and lose," he laughed softly, as if he was telling a joke.

Riley spoke up, her voice firm and confident. She had a reputation for being smart and resourceful. "I see, so your aim is to separate us from the students we're currently with. You're trying to put us in a situation where we lose, either way. Sounds like you're underestimating us. What do you think, Principal Layla?"

"Well said, my dear Riley," Layla said as she raised her right arm and pointed towards the sky. She had a plan of her own, and she was not going to give up without a fight. "That barrier up there, it's complex, and it's obvious none of you erected it. Mark my words, Lian will have that thing brought down soon," she added, referring to the barrier that surrounded the island, preventing them from escaping or contacting the outside world.

"And if you think any of you can break through the barriers protecting these students while we're gone, well then you're welcome to try," she declared, while wearing a daring smile. She was confident in Lian's barriers, and she knew they would not be easily breached. She was ready to face the enemy, and she hoped her students were safe.

"So you're the Eternal I heard of. I like you, how about you make me your opponent. I'm Morgana, nice to meet ya", The woman with a short red hair said as she cracked her neck and knuckles

"Let the game begin," the man's voice echoed

Immediately, their adversaries charged into the bushes, with their aim in mind. The teachers and Layla immediately chase after them in an attempt to catch up and prevent them from harming any student. Although they tried to hide it, one issue which secretly bothered every one of them was the fact that their students were still exposed to danger from the Homonculi. They all knew they had to finish their individual battles quickly and search for them before they secure any children casualties

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Somewhere at the center of the Island. Silver was already engaged in battle with one of the Homonculi. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as he was thrown a considerable distance by the masked man. He crashed into a tree, breaking its trunk and falling to the ground. He coughed up blood and struggled to get up.

"Damn, that packed some force," he muttered as he dragged himself up.

He scanned his surroundings and saw no trace of Violet and Ryder. He wondered if they had made it out alive.

"Looks like their plan was to split us up and isolate us. A one-on-one situation," Silver said as he wiped the blood from his lips.

He saw the masked man walking towards him, his steps steady and confident. He heard his voice, muffled by the mask.

"Sorry, kid. You're not going anywhere," the masked man said.

"I'm not planning to run. It's clear you won't let me off the hook," Silver retorted.

Silver clenched his fists and felt his Ki surge through his veins. He was wounded, weary, and outclassed in terms of skill. It was obvious his opponent was a seasoned and skilled fighter. He had to fight, but he also had to survive and reunite with Violet and Ryder.

He charged at the masked man, aiming a punch at his face. The masked man dodged it effortlessly and countered with a kick to Silver's ribs that he barely managed to block. Silver felt another jolt of pain, but he kept his balance and staggered back a bit. He tried to attack again, but the masked man was too fast and skilled. He anticipated, parried, blocked, and evaded Silver's every move, while landing his own strikes with accuracy and force.

Silver felt his stamina waning and his wounds throbbing. He knew he was losing. He knew he was in trouble. He looked for an opening, a weakness, a chance. He saw nothing.

"This is getting too dangerous. The strength gap between us isn't that big, but in terms of skill, I'm completely outmatched," Silver thought as their exchange continued.

Soon, Silver began to laugh softly. He felt a mix of excitement and frustration. He wanted to win. He wanted to live. He decided to gamble. He decided to risk. Ki manipulation for enhancement of his physical capabilities was something he wasn't proficient in yet, but he felt like this was the right time to try it out.

He focused on his Ki and felt it grow stronger. He felt a new power awakening within him. He felt a new possibility in himself. He looked at the masked man and saw a new opportunity in his eyes.

He grinned and said, "Get ready, you're going to regret messing with us."

He attacked again, but this time he was different. He threw a blow towards the masked man's face and feigned a miss, then used his Ki to create a diversion, a blast that erupted behind the masked man. The masked man's gaze shifted slightly in response to the blast, and Silver used this to create another deception, a shockwave that made the masked man flinch. When the masked man tried to counter, Silver used his Ki to create an advantage, a shield that blocked the masked man's counterattack.

He exploited the masked man's momentary distraction, hesitation, and confusion. He landed a blow, a punch to the masked man's jaw. He felt the masked man's mask shatter. He felt the masked man's blood splatter.

He seized the man's head and followed up with another blow, a heavy kick to the masked man's chest. He felt the masked man's ribs snap. He felt the masked man's breath falter.

He delivered the final blow, a punch to the masked man's heart. He felt the masked man's Ki dissipate. He felt the masked man's life end.

He stood over the masked man's corpse, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He had won. He had survived.

"That was close. I need to find Violet and Ryder. I hope they're okay," he said as he struggled to get on his feet.