Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Dear Sister
Chapter 35 – Sister
The arena was shattered.
The cheers were loud, wild—filled with bloodlust, madness, and raw excitement.
A thick cloud of smoke and dust covered the battlefield. No one could see the outcome.
Finally, the smoke cleared.
The sight that emerged stunned everyone.
In the ruined arena, Noah stood upright, calm at first glance—but the sharp-eyed saw the truth. He was injured. Badly. Yuki's last attack had truly been penetrating.
Even through all his barriers, she'd struck him. Blood flowed steadily from his chest, soaking through his clothes.
Noah chuckled softly, "You're incredible, Yuki. I truly underestimated you." His voice was low, unheard by the spectators.
He was genuinely surprised. He thought with his power, no one his age could match him. Granted, he hadn't used his other auras—but still, this was an exception.
This generation... is insane.
He looked ahead.
There, lying on her back, was Yuki. Bleeding, eyes fixed on the sky as if in a trance.
Noah stepped closer.
"So, how was that last strike of mine?"
Yuki's eyes focused slowly. She turned her gaze toward him and said, simply—but with raw, heavy emotion:
"Teach me."
That was it. Just that. But the weight behind those words made the air shift.
Noah smiled slightly. "Why would I do that? You just tried to kill me, did you forget?"
"I'm sorry," she said, still breathless. "Teach me now."
Noah's lips twitched. Is a sorry enough? Where did this girl grow up?
He sighed. "We'll talk about that once we're in the academy."
He turned and walked away.
Yuki's eyes never left his back.
He had what he came for. Her attention. That was enough—for now.
As he left, Noah looked up—locking eyes with Elijah, who was watching him from the stands with a deep frown.
Noah grinned. Wide. Unapologetic.
Mocking.
"WINNER: NOAH WEAVERHEART!"
"OOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Damon watched with a wide smile. He was enjoying every second. These kids... they were monsters.
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Elijah clenched his fists.
He didn't know why—but he felt it. If he didn't act soon, the same thing that happened with Sophie would happen with Yuki.
His expression darkened.
It was one thing to take Sophie away from him.
But now... Yuki?
His women?
His eyes hardened.
He had never truly seen Noah as an enemy. Even with the Quest, he only saw him as an obstacle. Something to step over. He was the chosen one—he believed in his destiny.
But this...
This crossed a line.
"Okay," he thought, cold fury in his eyes. "It's personal now, Noah."
What he didn't know... was that for Noah, it had always been personal.
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"NEXT MATCH: LEONA VS LUCIUS."
Leona grinned and turned to Elijah. "It's my turn, Elijah! Cheer me on!"
Elijah snapped out of his thoughts and smiled. "Of course. You'll win easily."
Leona puffed her chest proudly and made her way to the arena.
—
In the center stood Lucius—a boy with jet-black hair and average features.
But his power was far from average.
His talent: anti-mana.
Around him, mana ceased to exist. What he touched, he drained. He held a deep black sword that radiated ominous energy.
Leona looked at him, unimpressed.
"BEGIN."
Lucius acted immediately, slashing out a black arc of energy.
Leona responded instantly. "Come forth—Beibei."
A massive panda appeared out of nowhere, tanking the hit without flinching.
But Leona wasn't done.
"Russia, Lonlon, Borial, Ricky, Tata, Tonton... all of you—come forth."
Lucius's face paled. "Wait—hey?! Isn't this too much?!"
His voice cracked.
Leona smirked. "I want to impress someone, you see. So... forgive me."
She said it in mock honesty.
"F*ck!" Lucius cursed—but didn't back down.
That was his mistake.
Seven A-rank beasts swarmed him from every direction.
He nearly died.
"WINNER: LEONA."
"Easy win," she said casually, before making all her beasts vanish into her soul space.
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And finally, it was time.
The fight that no one expected, but everyone now waited for.
"NEXT MATCH: ELIJAH VS PATRICIA."
Elijah walked into the arena, his expression calm—detached.
Patricia stood before him, silent as always.
Elijah looked at her.
"Do you remember how you treated me back in the day, sister?"
Patricia was quiet for a moment before answering.
"I didn't do anything to you."
And that was true.
Patricia had never lifted a hand or a words against him. But she had never helped either.
And that was Elijah's issue.
"That's the problem," he said, voice trembling with rising fury. "You saw everything. How they mocked me. Called me bastard. Son of a whore. How they beat me for just lifting my head."
He paused.
The air changed. The temperature rose. Power surged around him.
"You saw all of it. And you did nothing. Not because you couldn't... but because you didn't even see me as your brother. To you, I was filth."
—
Far away, in the Stoneheart Domain, Oliver watched with a clenched jaw. If he had known the boy would awaken such power, be blessed by the goddess... he would have acted differently.
Too late.
In the Church, Christelle, Elijah's mother, watched through projections. Pain shimmered in her eyes.
Only she truly knew what her son had endured.
Even the crowd fell into silence.
For the first time... they listened.
Only Noah and Sophie clicked their tongues.
Noah because this was too cliché. Cringe.
Sophie because... it annoyed her.
—
Patricia finally answered, expression unchanged.
"I didn't see you as a brother."
Just like that.
Elijah stared at her. His golden eyes burned like holy fire.
"...And now?" he asked. "Do you see me as a brother now, dear sister of mine?"
For the first time—Patricia smiled.
But to Elijah, it looked like mockery.
"Yes," she said. "Now, I see you as a brother. Now... you are worthy."
Silence.
The audacity.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Noah laughed aloud.
But he was the only one who found it funny.
Because the next moment—
Elijah vanished.
He appeared an inch from Patricia, his flaming sword already activated.
"Then go fuck yourself."
Chains of fire and light exploded, binding Patricia instantly.
She couldn't move. Couldn't react.
Before she even realized what happened—
Elijah's sword pierced her chest. Slowly.
"ARGGHHHHH—!"
She screamed in agony. Her body thrashed.
But it was useless. The chains held firm. Elijah's power was overwhelming.
She tried to activate her Holy Flame to heal.
Elijah smirked. "Go ahead. Heal. We have all the time in the world."
More swords appeared.
Dozens of them—burning bright. Each one drove into her, one after the other.
The pain was unbearable.
The cheers had stopped.
Now, the crowd was silent. Shocked.
Aiden clenched his fists so tight, blood poured down.
His eyes burned with hatred.
Noah seing this scene sighed and said quietly,
"Vengeful... arrogant... lustful... Elijah, you are many things. Things that should have gotten you killed in this world."
"...But you're powerful. Talented. Determined. The goddess's favorite."
He stared at the scene—at the blood, the fire, the silence.
Even now, while Elijah tortured his own sister...
The world still loved him.
Some even cheered for him.
How ridiculous.
Noah's aura turned cold.
So cold, it could freeze hell itself.
"Even now they cheer for you."
"...But they won't when I am done."
—End of Chapter 35—