A Superior sparing

Deep within the branch company's premises lay a remarkable training facility, bustling with activity as employees, visitors, and guests engaged in thrilling duels to test their skills with Tulk cards. This expansive building stood distinct from the main office, with its grand architecture and a towering ceiling designed to withstand the explosive power of high-magnitude magic and spell cards.

As one entered the facility, an air of anticipation hung in the atmosphere. The vast space hummed with the crackling energy of enchantments and the sound of shuffling cards. The architects had taken great care to incorporate safety measures, evident in the ingenious barrier that encased the arena. Crafted from a transparent material, it remained partially visible, adorned with a mesmerizing play of reflections.

The barrier possessed remarkable abilities, capable of absorbing the unleashed forces within its confines, safeguarding the surroundings from harm. With each powerful blast and explosive clash, the barrier shimmered, displaying its resilience and unwavering strength. Despite its translucent nature, it seamlessly blended into the surroundings, allowing spectators to witness the thrilling battles while ensuring their safety.

Within this captivating environment, competitors embraced the challenge of showcasing their mastery over Tulk cards. The facility fostered an atmosphere of camaraderie and personal growth, encouraging individuals to push the boundaries of their abilities. As participants dueled, the luminous glow of magic illuminated the room, casting vibrant hues across the polished floors and mirrored walls.

The training facility stood not only as a testament to the branch company's commitment to excellence but also as a symbol of innovation in their pursuit of advancement.

In the center of the arena, Vanta and Jason locked eyes. The anticipation of the crowd was palpable. Enna stood among the spectators, her concern for Vanta evident. To her, he was just a diligent young kid who had worked hard to earn his position. Now, that same kid had to face one of the most dangerous opponents in the company, leaving her worried for his well-being. Bob hurriedly made his way closer to the arena, trying to get a better view of the unfolding battle. From a terrace above, the spectators watched the duel, their attention focused on the spectacle below. The crowd had gathered, eager to witness the clash between the two fighters.

"I hope the kid will be okay. He's going against Jason," Bob expressed his worry.

Beside Bob, Enna also watched with a mix of apprehension and hope.

Enna, displayed the same concern for the boy with Bob ."I know he was different from his peers but Vanta is still young, I don;t know if this is a good idea."

"I understand, but I was powerless to stop Jason. It was all due to that infuriating policy!" Bob exclaimed in frustration. Within this company, a stringent rule governed that only the judge had the authority to interrupt or halt a duel. Bob found himself devoid of any ability to intervene, resigned to the role of a mere spectator. All he could do was watch, providing unwavering support as Vanta bravely confronted Jason.

Jason smirked, a cocky grin stretching across his face as he taunted Vanta, "Don't even think about running away. You'll regret it, little one."

Vanta remained composed, his voice steady as he responded, "With all due respect, sir, you've made a grave mistake."

As the bell chimed, signaling the start of the duel, Jason exploded forward with incredible speed, a blur racing toward Vanta. Reacting swiftly, Vanta summoned his membrane shield, protecting himself just in time. Anticipating Jason's aggressive move, Vanta activated his arrangement spell, uttering the incantation, "Arrangement!"

A white glow appeared, it shined and enveloped him in a bright light. The spell then formed magic circles that floated and followed Vanta.

While Vanta prepared his defenses, Jason took the initiative and went straight to him. He arrived in front of Vanta before he could react.Jason's sneer widened, his confidence unshaken. Mocking Vanta, he taunted, "Too slow, you pathetic fool."

With a surge of raw power, Jason slammed Vanta to the ground, employing his buff spell to amplify his speed and a strengthening spell to enhance his force. The impact reverberated through the arena, jolting the spectators as Vanta's body bounced off the floor. Groaning in pain, Vanta struggled to regain his footing, his determination unyielding.Taking advantage of Vanta's vulnerable state, Jason ruthlessly delivered a powerful kick to Vanta's stomach, propelling him towards the edge of the arena. Gasps and murmurs of shock echoed through the crowd, witnessing Jason's merciless treatment of the young combatant.

"Unbelievable! Jason has no mercy," exclaimed one spectator in disbelief.

"I knew he would turn the kid into a pulp," remarked another, a mix of awe and horror in their voice.

Enna's heart pounded with worry for Vanta. Overwhelmed by concern, she desperately cried out, "Someone stop him!"

Jason had gained a reputation as a merciless Team Leader within the Dueling Team of the branch company. As a leader, he would occasionally assert his authority and deliver physical punishments to bring his subordinates into line. His harsh approach to managing his team had elevated his status among his peers.

Jason looked down on Vanta, He had no expectation on a mere kid that had joined the company. He assumed that Vanta was just a lucky kid that got scouted by Daniel Noah. He looked at him with a hateful gaze while he tried to figure out the reason why Daniel Noah recruited him.

"I just don't understand... What could he possibly see in you that made him want to be your sponsor?" he sneered, dripping with contempt for the boy.

"You're nothing but a weak bastard who got lucky to get in here."

Vanta rose once more, determined to maintain his balance. "And your point, sir? Everyone has to start somewhere, don't they?" His composure remained unshaken as he continued to arrange and prepare the spell he had devised.

The <Arrangement> needed to be cast before the main spell. The main spell then could be stored for a delayed activation. This two-step process allowed it to serve as a cunning trap for his opponent. It required more time and preparation, but it provided a means for a low-ranking magician to compensate for a lack of skill and experience without needing to master multicasting.

"If I'm weak, then all I have to do is get stronger," Vanta declared confidently.

"No, you won't. This place isn't for a baby like you," scoffed Jason.

With rage burning in his eyes, Jason charged towards Vanta, intent on delivering the final blow. Unleashing his explosive power, he launched a powerful punch towards Vanta. In that moment, Vanta stood resolute, bracing himself for the impact of Jason's fist.

"No! Stop!" Enna cried out, unable to bear witness any longer. Seeing her new colleague on the verge of harm, she stepped forward, determined to interrupt the duel. However, before she could proceed any further, Bob swiftly grasped her hand, preventing her from interfering. Bob's keen perception allowed him to discern a hidden purpose behind Vanta's seemingly reckless actions. Turning to Enna, he urged her, "Wait, look closely."

Bob narrowed his eyes, studying Vanta's calculated moves. There had to be a method to Vanta's approach. Why would he employ an arrangement spell against a fast melee fighter like Jason? His suspicions proved correct. Vanta had been strategizing, deliberately absorbing Jason's initial attack to create a justification for his retaliatory strike—a masterful act of self-defense.

"You're done Sir," Vanta coolly responded to Jason's taunts, concealing his true intentions.

Unbeknownst to Jason and all the spectators, Vanta had set up a complex array of spells using his Arrangement spell. 

He had stacked the casting of the Systole Chain and halted its activation with <Arrangement> Spell.The systole chains he had prepared were now released at the perfect moment, coiling around Jason and ensnaring him, rendering him immobile.

Infusing his signature spell, wicked tracer, with the systole chain, Vanta commanded, "Wicked Tracer, ride on!," The fiery serpent-like projectiles, resembling small wicks of fireworks, rode along the chain with newfound swiftness, closing the distance to Jason in an instant. The wicked tracers detonated upon impact, engulfing Jason in an explosive burst. a thunderous boom resonated throughout the arena, leaving the spectators in a state of shock and bewilderment. They struggled to comprehend the lightning-fast sequence of events that had unfolded before their eyes.

"Did you see that?"

"What kind of spell was that?"

"Could it be possible? Did Jason just lose?"

Whispers filled the air as the spectators tried to make sense of the astonishing turn of events, their eyes fixed on the aftermath of the explosive display.