Feeling Motivated with the Blades

While the vampire children engaged in combat, the divine ancestors, the elders of their kind, observed the unfolding spectacle from their vantage point. Standing upon the center stage of the courtyard, they overlooked the chaos with a hint of solemnity. 

"Interesting," remarked one of the ancestors, his voice tinged with curiosity. "It seems some of the children are displaying remarkable prowess in combat."

His associate, however, frowned at his comment, "Remarkable, huh? It's more like inadequate if that's what it is. These children lack the necessary discipline and strategy to defeat even the weakest opponents. It's practically chaos out there."

"But isn't chaos a natural part of growth?" the first ancestor argued. "They can learn from the hardship they have experienced."

"Learning amidst chaos only nurtures arrogance, not strength," scoffed the second ancestor. "We should be guiding them directly, not exposing them to such violence."

"Well, if you have grievances about the assessment, why not bring them to Master Twilight's attention?" suggested the first ancestor, redirecting the conversation.

The second ancestor, seemingly annoyed, huffed at the suggestion. "Fine, I will. But mark my words, my discretion is for the greater good of our race."

With that assertion, the two ancestors shifted their attention to Twilight, who seemed deeply engrossed in something. Following the creator's line of focus, they noticed a white-haired girl being blasted by a loud screech attack, causing her to tense up. 

"How sad," sighed the first ancestor, disappointment etched on his expression. "It seems she wasn't as strong as the others."

"I completely agree with you," the second ancestor acknowledged. "That child should require more discipline and education like the rest of the weak children."

Twilight, hearing their discouraging remarks, chuckled faintly. "Don't be so quick to judge, my dear followers. It's only just the beginning."

Confused, the two ancestors exchanged wary glances before asking, "What do you mean by that, Master Twilight?"

"Just watch," Twilight urged, pointing towards the courtyard.

Conceding with their creator's instruction, they returned their attention to the white-haired girl, who surprisingly recovered from the attack. They were fascinated when she somehow endured the second screech attack before knocking off the enemy.

"Amazing, she managed to beat her opponent," the first ancestor admitted, a note of surprise in his tone.

The second ancestor nodded, agreeing with his observation. "How is that possible? She was completely invulnerable when the same attack struck her."

Twilight relishes their follower's reactions, cracking a cryptic smile on their lips. "It's because this child possesses a unique skill, one can adapt to any phenomenon, allowing her to gain new skills designed to tolerate and counter similar threats countless times."

The two divine ancestors, along with the others, were shocked by that revelation. They were not expecting such a powerful skill to be owned by a young girl. 

"That's quite an incredible skill, master," remarked the first ancestor, seemingly amused by the concept of the girl's ability. "Who is this girl anyway?"

"Her name is Luna and she's my new creation," Twilight proudly announced.

The second ancestor, however, was concerned about that information. "But master, isn't this dangerous? What if that girl were to rebel against us, it would be impossible to contain her."

Twilight's smile deepened, revealing a hint of confidence. "Don't worry, my dear follower. I'm not that careless to let my new creation betray me without a contingency plan. So, keep that question to yourself and kindly continue watching these vampire children."

With those words, the divine ancestors conceded and resumed their oversight of the youth, especially the white-haired girl named Luna.

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Meanwhile, in the chaotic courtyard, Luna, along with her two steadfast companions, Arcueid and Luminous, found themselves facing a formidable adversary named Alucard. His presence imbued the atmosphere with tension, setting the stage for a daunting confrontation.

Luna, curious about his character, regarded him carefully. "So, you're Alucard? Nice to meet you, my name is Luna."

"Oh my, how courteous of you," Alucard replied, a hint of surprise coloring his tone.

Before their conversation could progress further, Arcueid stepped forward, her demeanor assertive and cautious.

"I hate to interrupt, but we're in the middle of an assessment," she reminded. Also, you've got the nerve to confront us with a sword."

"Well, I see no problem in being prepared," retorted Alucard, maintaining his calm demeanor. "After all, there's three of you and only one of me."

"True, but you're among the most capable fighters in this generation of vampires," Luminous interjected, her voice carrying a note of revelation. "Which means you're more than capable of taking on multiple opponents."

"Indeed, I am," Alucard admitted, acknowledging her assertion. "However, it seems fate has brought us together on this battlefield, and I couldn't help but desire a little challenge."

With those words, the tension thickened as Alucard brandished his sword, silently contesting his three opponents. Sensing the signal for combat, Luna and her companions also readied themselves for the impending confrontation.

"Let's proceed with caution, both of you," Luna whispered, determination flickering in her eyes as she prepared herself to support her comrades.

Arcueid chuckled, her battle instincts awakening as she revealed her sharp claws. "Worry not, Luna. We've got this."

"Keep your enthusiasm in check, Arcueid," cautioned Luminous, her heterochromatic eyes locking on to their opponent. "He is not someone you would underestimate."

"Whatever, let's win this anyway," Arcueid confidently declared as she charged at Alucard. 

"Hey! Don't rush at him, you idiot!" exclaimed Luminous, trying to stop Arcueid. However, she didn't listen, causing Luminous to click her tongue in annoyance and face Luna.

"Follow that fool immediately."

"Y-yeah, I'm on it!"

Complying with her instructions, Luna followed closely behind, her senses adapted to the impending clash. As she and her companions approached Alucard, the courtyard resonated with the anticipation of an intense battle, each poised to test their limits and capabilities.

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With decisiveness fueling her every move, Arcueid charged toward Alucard, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade as she shouted, "Prepare yourself! You're about to taste the power of the White princess!"

"Bring it on then. I want to see what you've got," Alucard calmly retorted, his stance firm as he prepared to meet her attack head-on.

As Arcueid closed in on Alucard, she unleashed a flurry of swift strikes with her claws, aiming to overwhelm her opponent with her ferocious prowess. Alucard, however, parried each slash with a calculated defense of his sword, showing the fluidity and precision of his movements.

"Is this all? How boring," Alucard remarked, countering Arcueid with a calculated strike that sent her reeling backward.

Meanwhile, Luna circled around the strife, trying to catch Alucard off guard with a surprise attack from behind. Yet, despite her efforts to remain unnoticed, her strike was effortlessly intercepted by Alucard's keen awareness, foiling her attempt.

"You'd think I wouldn't notice, Luna," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement as he prepared to counterattack. 

Luna, sensing the impending danger, raised her arms to protect herself. However, Alucard's sword attack pierced through her defense, drawing blood in the process.

"Oh my, do you feel pain?" Alucard inquired, noticing an anomaly from his opponent.

Undeterred by the injury, Luna swiftly regenerated, her wounds closing as quickly as they had appeared. Determination burned bright in her eyes as she responded, "No, not at all."

Witnessing Luna's resilience, Alucard's expression shifted, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes. But then, Luminous seized the opportunity, launching a sequence of elemental magic aimed at exploiting any weaknesses in her opponent's defense.

Alucard, ever vigilant, deftly deflected Luminous' assaults with finesse, his focus unyielding despite the relentless onslaught. With each parry, the magical attacks veered off in random trajectories, one of which was hurtling towards Arcueid who was still recovering from the earlier blow.

Reacting swiftly, Luna intercepted the stray magic, using her body to protect her friend from harm. Unfortunately, the consequential collision caused her to bleed out profusely, making it difficult for her to regenerate this time around.

"Luna!" Arcueid cried out, her voice filled with worry as she witnessed her friend's sacrifice.

Luminous, on the other hand, covered her mouth as she gasped, feeling partially responsible for Luna's injuries.

"Well now, that's quite a surprising turn," Alucard remarked, his eyes narrowing in intrigue as he evaluated the unfolding events.

While everyone was reacting to Luna's predicament, she maintained standing her ground as she heard the voice in her head once again.

<Warning, Severe injury and critical blood loss detected. Activating [Resolute Adaptation]>

<Confirmed, extra skill [Ultraspeed Regeneration] acquisition successful. Continuing, unique [Bloodwork]>

In response to the announcement, Luna's injuries, once challenging to recover from, are now healed at an accelerated rate. Simultaneously, the blood she had lost now slowly returned toward her, forming two crimson blades in her hands, which pulsate with newfound power.

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The courtyard descended into a state of bewilderment as spectators witnessed the unique embodiment of Luna's adaptation skill. Arcueid, Luminous, and Alucard stood in awe, taken aback by the unforeseen turn of events.

Even the divine ancestors were quite baffled upon seeing her quick recovery and newfound skill, sparking a commotion among their ranks.

"That's amazing, her regeneration is beyond anything I've seen before," one of the ancestors exclaimed, his voice tinged with amazement.

"Indeed, and those blades... they're made of blood," chimed in another ancestor, a blend of wonder and concern coloring his tone. "What uncharted power is that girl tapping into?"

While the divine ancestors were chatting among themselves, Twilight observed the occurring splendor with a blend of curiosity and satisfaction. They remained silent, their expression betraying a depth of understanding beyond the comprehension of their followers.

"Hmm, fascinating. She's adapting once more," Twilight murmured to themselves, their gaze never wavering from Luna's developing circumstance.

Meanwhile, Luna stood steadfast amidst the courtyard, her grip was firm on the two crimson blades while her gaze burned with resolution.

"Luna, are you alright?" Arcueid inquired, concern evident in her voice as she stood up from the ground.

Turning her attention to her friend, Luna offered a reassuring nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just let me take care of this from here."

After reassuring Arcueid, Luna shifted her focus to Alucard, who seemed rather unbothered by her current circumstances. He regarded her with a hint of curiosity as he remarked, "So, you have a new trick up your sleeve."

"Yeah, and I'm going to end this quickly," Luna retorted, her blades poised for action as she prepared to strike.

With swift determination, she lunged at Alucard, the crimson swords leaving a trail of blood in the air as she aimed to deliver two powerful blows. Alucard, unfazed, stoically blocked her strikes but the force of her onslaught proved formidable, pushing him back with each clash.

"You're quite the intriguing one, Luna," Alucard remarked, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he continued to parry her attacks.

The battle unfolded in a flurry of motion, each exchange escalating as Luna pressed forward with steadfast purpose. With each strike, she gained more ground, and her movements were more articulate and precise, keeping Alucard on the defensive.

"This is the first time you've wielded a sword, isn't it?" Alucard inquired, his tone tinged with weariness. "Yet you handle these blades as if you were born with it. Why is that?"

Luna, undeterred by Alucard's question, parried his attacks and replied, "That's because—"

"Gwaah!"

Alucard exclaimed in surprise as Luna countered him without his knowledge, sending him crashing to the ground, defeated but not broken.

"—I adapt to everything, that's why."

With those words, Luna stood victorious, her blades pointed at Alucard's face as he raised his hands to surrender.