Level 5? The Creature That Traverses Realms

The creature proceeded, destroying with each step it took. Its continuous rampage delivered an unnerving scene to all those in the structure.

The constant panicking of the students offered no help to the situation. The announcer, who remained calm, urged the students to remain their composure in the challenging period they happened to be present in.

The creature's eyes glowed bright red, with every bit of its existence as ominous as one would expect. It paid no mind to the frail creatures it sighted below, continuing its malevolent activities.

Suddenly, a strange surge of wind presented itself around the students. Akira rotated his head and squinted his eyes, trying to observe the direction the wind was heading.

Shockingly, the artillery located at the corner suddenly vanished in thin air. Stupefied, he turned back towards the creature, assuming nothing had happened, blaming his eyes for misconception and misinformation.

Akira claimed nothing, but stress and anxiety caused the event he saw as an illusion. But as his eyes slowly made their way to the strange creature, parts of its body fell and faint marks of sword slashes were visible on its body.

"What's going on here," he stuttered, with his teeth chattering in fear.

The reason behind the strange event defied physics and nature itself. Few students, who were observant of the occurrence, expressed immense surprise.

The creature faced despair and destruction, but simply regenerated each time it lost a limb. The strange slashes in the air nullified, as the creature continued its rampage. Akira stepped back, at the same time, unknowingly pushing those around him.

His eyes moved sideways rapidly and his body started vibrating. The creature came advanced towards them, but the announcer stared straight at the eyes of the creature, with no evident fear.

Suddenly, a voice that could have originated from what generated the slashes, bellowed,

"You shall die."

"Word utterance, Destroy [Special Grade]"

A sudden stream of blood soaked the area. It was the thick reddish blood of the creature.

"That right there is a level 5," the announcer spoke, still wearing the same expression on his face.

"The level 5 and above possess uncanny abilities and mysterious physique. Some are incredibly large, while others shape-shift into various animals. But regardless of their looks, they are truly a force not to be reckoned with," he continued.

Suddenly, a cacophony of bells emerged from the inner parts of the structure, the attack on the Goblin ceased, and time seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed down.

Akira observed the state of affairs, with his head slowly turning, and his eyes gradually moisturizing themselves at a slow pace. The battle didn't seem to intensify until everyone froze in positiexceptn of the announcer.

He walked up to the Goblin and made a strange, yet applauding jump. His face aligned with that of the Goblin, and to everyone's surprise, the Goblin was almost as if it was.... scared.

The intense pressure developing between the two entities was above the average level of resistance. The moment didn't last long, and the slashes continued upon the creature.

"What an unruly sight this is," Akira thought still frozen in position.

After a brief combat, their attempts bore fruit. The Goblin slowly stepped back and fell on its knees, although that wasn't the end. The weirdly large creature opened both its hands and voiced out weird noises, and soon it disappeared into thin air.

"How could that have happened," Akira thought, while slowly regaining his ability to move. He blinked continuously and gently rubbed his eyes with his hand.

"The spectators," the announcer spoke.

"Wha...." Akira spoke but was immediately cut short by the words of the announcer.

"The spectators are the people that fought that Goblin. That's the power they and I possess."

"Okay," he spoke wondering why the announcer brought up an obvious topic. He seemed a little off balance, and his eyes projected no emotions.

"Why's he sad?"

"Maybe it's because he's sad. He gets angry when he doesn't get to fight enough,"

"What a weird guy, and he possesses such power? I wish that was me," the students murmured, questioning themselves on the just concluded chain of events.

They all seemed to have regained composure, forgetting the pandemonium they had previously faced.

What strange Goblin appeared? How did it bypass its natural habitat, the Shadow Realm? These questions were left unanswered, their minds unready for the bitter truth ahead.

...

Akira, as calm and collected as he supposedly was, stayed back awaiting the brief announcement that was to be given to them, ushering them into the subsequent adventure as apprentices.

"As you know, you all standing before my very eyes will most certainly become successful as you were born into this great era."

"An era with overpowering individuals, yet immensely powerful foes. You all that stand before me shall be tutored by one of the assigned Shadow Fighters,"

"The chosen shadow fighter shall shape and train you to become a formidable warrior in the future."

The announcer stood at the raised platform, with only a few of the selected Shadow Fighters accompanying him in the speech. The speech was remarkable and pleasant, or so he thought.

Meanwhile, the students who listened to the speech were somewhat offended, they saw it as unimportant, and a waste of valuable time and resources.

"Why the heck is this guy giving a crappy speech."

"I mean it. This is the same guy who was sad just 'cause he didn't get to fight to his heart's content,"

"Hey guys, be chill, everyone grows at their own pace. Maybe, the middle-aged man just hit puberty, so he's experiencing mood swings,"

"Yeah, that explains his height...."

"Students!" the teacher spoke, interrupting the mockery the students, were silently making about him.

"As I was saying, tomorrow you guys will head on your first adventure with your teachers. So, be on your best behavior so that you won't give them a hard time."

Akira listened attentively, making plans on how he'd amend his attitude to impress the instructor, but little did he know that the tables would turn and he would be the tolerant one.