Spar

It's been a few days since that email, and I'm currently observing the training ground where all the students can spar or practice. My attention shifts towards Liam, who's currently sparring with Oliver. Each clash produces a powerful clang, following the academy's rules of using blunt swords and spears.

I'm watching them to gauge their speed and power. Even though I created both characters, I don't exactly know the extent of what they can do. Describing them as fast in my novel doesn't translate to real-life measurements.

"Hey twerp, spar with me." A sudden voice rings behind me, and I shift my attention towards it.

A well-built teen presents himself, snickering at my skinny frame. These types usually target weaker students for easy victories to fuel their ego.

"I'll decline the offer." I raise my hand at a stop sign and return to watching Liam and Oliver.

"OI! This ain't an offer; you have no say in this," he complains.

'Sigh, why me.' I internally sigh and face him with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Fine, but don't whine when you lose." I walk to an open part of the practice ground and retrieve my staff from the inventory bracelet every student receives.

"Hah! In your dreams. I heard you had the lowest potential in history; you probably won't even scratch me," he retrieves a sword from his bracelet.

"[Edit]," I mutter under my breath, modifying my staff to be more mana efficient. Without warning, he dashes towards me.

"Predictable," I mutter. With that kind of personality, he wouldn't give me space as a mage.

"Mana dart: edit," I aim my staff at him, and a blue dart forms, traveling toward him.

He dodges sideways and continues reaching me.

"Mana dart, Mana dart," I fire two more. He grins and slashes the projectiles, expecting my surprised face, but only meets my cold eyes.

About to deliver a slash, I shuffle sideways as a strong force from his back sends him flying past me. It's the first mana dart, modified to be homing and possess a strong force on contact.

After a few tests, the power of [edit] seems to be able to edit practically anything, perhaps even space and time, but I wouldn't dare try, for fear of mana deficiency.

Turning my attention toward my surprised opponent, I see his anger as he demands, "What did you do?"

"Why would I tell that to the likes of you?" My cold eyes became apparent to him now.

"Paralysis: edit." A significant amount of mana leaves my body as a single ball of electricity floats above my staff.

His eyes light up, trying to figure out what had happened.

"How are you altering these spells?" The mystery is revealed. Normally, paralysis is a normal bolt of lightning, but every time I say "edit," an abnormal spell is cast. In this case, it's a ball of lightning.

"You're not as dumb as I previously thought." Unknowingly, a snicker grows on my face.

"Go on, is a lowly melee fighter scared of coming close to a mage?" I taunt him, and he becomes slightly enraged by my words.

"Sh-shut up!" A slight hesitation to charge me becomes apparent, but he charges at me anyway.

"Mana dart." I shoot a dart straight at him, interrupting his advance.

He slashes the mana dart but senses incoming danger from the electric orb, and instantly a lightning arc is launched from the orb.

Blocking the lightning with his sword, he feels shock run through his body as numbness starts to kick in.

"Mana dart." I quickly cast a dart towards him. Being caught off guard after being shocked, he is unable to block the dart and feels a stinging pain from his chest.

"AGh" He quickly retreated to recover but I wouldn't give him that space.

"Mana dart, paralysis" I casted two spells as I dashed along with the dart opting for close-range.

The fast-traveling paralysis hit him first stunning him in his place as the following Mana dart hit him in the face and finished with the sound of *BONK* from my staff.

Unable to withstand the damage he collapses to the ground.

"I should call the infirmary" I pressed a couple of buttons on my bracelet and soon enough two people carrying a stretcher arrived at the practice ground, I signaled them to come.

"Sheesh kid, you really did a number on him" The guy commented as he put my opponent on the stretcher.

"He was the one who challenged me first, so he should have expected this" I replied.

"Right, but wipe that creepy grin off first or you'll be getting some weird looks," The second guy said as they carried away the student.

'Grin?' I reached to my face and realized I had put on a small grin this whole time.

I quickly returned to my expressionless face and glanced in the direction of Liam and Oliver but discovered they had already ended their spar.

With a sigh, I return back to my dorm.