Do you think you're the only magic user?

This time, Niard was three minutes late for his special fencing lessons. He quickly stood in line, staring at their instructor.

 "Oh God, I spent too long reading about different warship designs and advanced space clans. I got carried away with these two topics," he thought to himself, noticing the absence of their trainer who stood in front of him in anger.

"Since you're always neglecting my fencing lessons, Niard Lux, you'll be the first to spar today," the trainer said, his sharp gaze focused on Niard, who hadn't been paying attention to what he was saying, further fueling his anger.

Niard advances to the center of the arena while slowly rubbing his scalp. He specifically does not desire to duel with anyone. "What's the point of learning sword fighting, in an era where the use of various advanced weapons is prevalent?" he murmured softly. 

He watched his opponent with his eyes as he approached, wielding his wooden sword. Niard raised his gaze to meet the eyes of that short-haired brunette girl. "Falcon Eye, activate," Niard whispered to himself. He wanted to know the abilities of this girl who stood proudly before him, as if she could defeat him in less than a minute.

"Name: Kinal Lan.

 Type: Human. 

Skills: Concealed. 

Power Level: Rare. 

Weaknesses: None."

 When Niard finished examining her abilities, which were of no use to him, he felt that the Falcon Eye ability was useless.

' What's the use if it has no weaknesses?' Niard dashed forward at lightning speed as soon as the duel began. His eyes were filled with immense excitement and desire to decapitate Niard.

Her sword struck with great force, mercilessly. Niard barely managed to fend off her blows. She resembled a fierce beast, her killing blows unpredictable.

"Enough playing, boy, you're not entertaining," said Kinal Lan, while Niard struggled to see due to his increased heart rate, and his breathing became a whirlwind because of her. Her strikes were draining his physical strength.

He tightened his grip on his wooden sword. He had the option to surrender and end the match, but he would never do that. "System Notification: Standing firm against an enemy stronger than you rewards unlocking combat skills from level one," Niard read the screen that appeared in the middle of his fight. His eyes sparkled in a way that made Kinal shiver with the intensity of the feeling she felt. In a moment, the atmosphere around her changed. He seemed motionless, but even his frail posture became more dignified, as if he were someone else.

"My intuition can't be wrong, and it's impossible for someone to evolve in the blink of an eye," she whispered between her teeth, filled with disgust and anger at Niard's evolving combat skills. Although his speed remained the same, he began to direct strikes at her that could have been fatal if she hadn't avoided them quickly.

"This is amazing. I feel like my body is moving on its own, and that crazy girl's face is turning pale," Niard smiled after he stopped staring at her, raising his eyebrow confidently, then slowly moving his hand, asking her to approach and attack him.

"Is this weakling provoking me? No one has ever dared to strike me before. How dare he? I'll kill you," Kinal thought, her mind distracted. She rushed towards Niard at a speed that made her steps untraceable, blow after blow, but Niard easily countered them.

"And now, crazy girl, who's had enough of whom?" Niard said, madness evident in his eyes. Kinal lay on the ground, Niard's sword at her neck. No one could believe what had happened before them, not even Kinal herself, who was unaware of her loss in the duel.

"Has this wretch defeated me?" she muttered with her lips, Niard shrugged in disapproval, as he hadn't intended to draw attention to him in the first place. All he wanted was to gain the strength to get out of there.

The coach intervened to prevent the catastrophe that was about to begin, "Well done, Niard," he said without any signs of joy at his student's achievement. "Coach, I want another chance. I haven't fought him with all my strength since the beginning."

Kinal muttered as she struggled to stand, her feet trembling, a look of dismay and defeat filling her eyes as the coach stared at her, silencing her to the point where she felt her breath would stop. Dueling had been her entire life; she never imagined there would come a day when she would be defeated.

The training session continued into the evening, and of course, the coach noticed something different about Niard, so he kept a close eye on him. His fighting technique was classified as forbidden, and the coach never expected to see techniques of the Shadow Sword, as his grandfather had once told him about it, back when the world relied entirely on magic.

"Well, this is a great victory, but I must complete the reading task. I mean, this system keeps surprising me," Niard spoke as he walked down the corridor leading to the library, a strange energy emanating from him, a kind of dark aura, thick smoke on the verge of surrounding him.

"Did you think you were the only magic user here?" a voice spoke from the midst of the black smoke cloud enveloping him. Niard blinked twice, confirming to him that magic did not exist in this era.

The Falcon Eye was automatically activated as he looked at his opponent's face. "Name: Deox. Power: Exceptional. Type: Dark Sorcerer. Skills: Unknown, classified as rare. Weaknesses: Attacks from light magic of mythical classification."

Niard's jaw hung in the air from the shock; he had never seen anyone else with the ability to use magic. Deox advanced steadily towards Niard, who remained motionless not out of fear but from shock.

When only one step separated them, the smoke clouds surrounding Deox vanished. "My God, is this really you, the awaited person spoken of by the old man?" Deox said, making Niard feel bewildered. Just moments ago, he had emanated the intent to kill, and now Niard was spouting this nonsense.