Melio’s fire surged forward like a molten volcano, roaring across the arena.
“Flamethrowerrrrrr!” he shouted, every muscle straining, every ounce of energy driving the fiery wave forward.
The heat rippled through the air, distorting the ground like liquid gold.
Maris’ palms glowed cyan, black wind spiraling violently around him.
The small dragon circled above, wings slicing through the air.
“Raikagedamaaaaaa!” Maris bellowed, thrusting the spinning orb of air at Melio’s fire.
The moment it collided, a deafening explosion ripped through the arena.
Light and heat flared in all directions, dust and debris whipped into the sky, and the ground cracked beneath the shockwaves.
Students were thrown backward, scrambling to avoid the storm.
Maris gritted his teeth, sweat mixing with blood, heart pounding in his chest.
I can’t lose…
I have to prove myself…
for my family…
for Sophria…
for everyone who believes in me.
His black wind wrapped tighter around him, reacting to his desperation, his will.
Melio’s eyes burned with focus, muscles tensed, veins standing out against his skin as his lava-like fire pushed the cyan air orb back.
Slowly, step by step, Maris felt the pressure mounting, being overpowered by sheer heat and energy.
The arena shook violently as both unleashed one final, massive blast.
Cyan wind and molten fire collided mid-air, creating a cataclysmic eruption.
Shockwaves tore through the ground, dust and heat filling every corner.
For a fleeting moment, the world seemed suspended in fire and wind, energy crackling like lightning through the storm.
Maris was thrown face-first onto the cracked earth.
His chest heaved violently, sweat and blood mingling with the dirt.
Pain and exhaustion screamed through every fiber of his body.
He tried to rise…
but his limbs refused.
Beside him, Melio struggled as well, gasping for air, body trembling, yet even he could barely lift himself.
He gave a tired but serious nod, acknowledging his rival.
The Teacher stepped forward, clapping slowly, the sound echoing over the chaos.
“Maris fainted early…
the winner of this battle is…
Melio Berrum.” Liberia crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“This…
ugly loser…
he gave such a tough fight.” Pinezoku, brushing dust from his clothes, smiled knowingly.
“Firstly, he’s not weak.
Secondly…” He glanced at the cheering crowd, eyes twinkling.
“…he’s earned respect.
That’s enough.” Melio coughed lightly, forcing a weak smile, exhaustion etched across his features.
“You…
you’ve gotten stronger, Maris.
Don’t stop now.” Maris, still lying on the ground, weakly lifted his head.
His black-wind aura had dissipated, leaving him battered but not broken.
“I…
won’t,” he murmured, his voice low but resolute.
The crowd erupted in cheers, roaring for Melio’s hard-fought victory and for the awe-inspiring display of power from both fighters.
The arena shook with applause, chants, and whispers of amazement.
The legend of this battle-the clash of wind and fire, of two friends turned rivals-would be spoken of for years to come.
Medics approached, carefully carrying both fighters away.
The Teacher, watching their retreat, muttered to himself, voice heavy with awe and a hint of concern.
“The potential in these kids…
it’s terrifying.
The future of this planet rests in their hands.” As he was carried out, Maris’ mind was already racing, thoughts sharp despite the pain.
Next time…
next time, I’ll be ready.
I won’t let my limits hold me back…
not ever.
The sun dipped slightly behind the arena, casting long shadows over the battlefield.
Dust swirled in the fading light, but the fire and wind of that epic clash would linger in everyone’s memory forever Chal bro polish in around 1200 – 1700, atleast above 1000 words also use inverted comma before every thought or convo ## Chapter 25 – The Win Melio’s fire surged forward like a molten volcano, roaring across the arena with terrifying intensity.
“Flamethrowerrrrrr!” he shouted, every muscle straining, every ounce of energy driving the fiery wave forward.
The heat rippled through the air, distorting the ground like liquid gold, forcing students in the front rows to shield their faces from the blistering warmth.
Maris’ palms glowed cyan, black wind spiraling violently around him.
The small dragon circled above, wings slicing through the air with predatory grace.
His eyes remained cold, calculating, even as his body trembled from exhaustion.
“Raikagedamaaaaaa!” Maris bellowed, thrusting the spinning orb of air at Melio’s fire.
The moment it collided, a deafening explosion ripped through the arena.
Light and heat flared in all directions, dust and debris whipped into the sky, and the ground cracked beneath the shockwaves.
Students were thrown backward, scrambling to avoid the storm, some screaming, others frozen in awe.
“Are they trying to destroy the entire academy?!” one student shouted, ducking behind a broken pillar.
“This isn’t a fight anymore—it’s a natural disaster!” another yelled, clutching the ground.
Maris gritted his teeth, sweat mixing with blood, heart pounding in his chest.
‘I can’t lose…
I have to prove myself…
for my family…
for Sophria…
for everyone who believes in me.’ His black wind wrapped tighter around him, reacting to his desperation, his will, as if the very air understood his determination.
Melio’s eyes burned with focus, muscles tensed, veins standing out against his skin as his lava-like fire pushed the cyan air orb back.
Slowly, step by step, Maris felt the pressure mounting, being overpowered by sheer heat and energy.
His feet dug into the cracked earth, leaving deep grooves as he struggled to hold his ground.
‘So this is Level 3,’ Maris thought, his jaw tightening.
‘Melio’s not holding back either.
Good.
I wouldn’t want him to.’ The arena shook violently as both unleashed one final, massive blast.
Cyan wind and molten fire collided mid-air, creating a cataclysmic eruption.
Shockwaves tore through the ground, dust and heat filling every corner.
For a fleeting moment, the world seemed suspended in fire and wind, energy crackling like lightning through the storm.
Then—silence.
Maris was thrown face-first onto the cracked earth.
His chest heaved violently, sweat and blood mingling with the dirt.
Pain and exhaustion screamed through every fiber of his body.
He tried to rise…
but his limbs refused.
‘Tch…
so this is my limit,’ he thought, his vision blurring.
‘Not good enough.
Not yet.’ Beside him, Melio struggled as well, gasping for air, body trembling, yet even he could barely lift himself.
He gave a tired but serious nod, acknowledging his rival.
His molten aura flickered weakly, but his eyes remained sharp—cold, disciplined, unyielding.
The Teacher stepped forward, clapping slowly, the sound echoing over the chaos.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a mixture of pride and concern.
“Maris fainted early…
the winner of this battle is…
Melio Berrum.” The crowd erupted.
Some cheered for Melio, others whispered about Maris’s incredible display despite his loss.
“Melio won!
But damn, Maris was insane!” “Did you see that black wind?
I’ve never seen anything like it!” “Both of them are monsters.
Actual monsters.” Liberia crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips, though her eyes betrayed genuine respect.
“This…
ugly loser…
he gave such a tough fight.
I almost felt bad for him.” She paused, then added quietly, “Almost.” Pinezoku, brushing dust from his clothes, smiled knowingly.
He glanced at the cheering crowd, eyes twinkling with excitement.
“Firstly, he’s not weak.
Secondly…” He watched as medics rushed toward Maris, his expression softening.
“…he’s earned respect.
That’s enough.” Sophria stood frozen, her hands clasped tightly together.
Her eyes never left Maris’s unconscious form.
‘Maris…
you idiot.
You pushed yourself too far again.’ But despite her worry, a small smile appeared.
‘But that’s why I…
never mind.’ Melio coughed lightly, forcing a weak smile, exhaustion etched across his features.
He turned his head slightly toward Maris, his voice barely audible but carrying undeniable weight.
“You…
you’ve gotten stronger, Maris.
Don’t stop now.” His eyes narrowed slightly, cold determination returning.
‘Next time we fight, I won’t go easy on you.
Promise.’ Maris, still lying on the ground, weakly lifted his head.
His black-wind aura had dissipated, leaving him battered but not broken.
His eyes met Melio’s, and for a brief moment, the rivalry between them transformed into something deeper—understanding, respect, brotherhood.
“I…
won’t,” he murmured, his voice low but resolute.
‘Because next time…
I’ll win.
That’s a promise.’ The crowd erupted in cheers, roaring for Melio’s hard-fought victory and for the awe-inspiring display of power from both fighters.
The arena shook with applause, chants, and whispers of amazement.
Some students were crying, others were laughing, and a few were already arguing about who would’ve won if the fight had continued.
“Melio’s fire was unstoppable!” “But Maris’s black wind was on another level!” “Both of them reached Level 3!
Do you realize what that means?!” The legend of this battle—the clash of wind and fire, of two friends turned rivals—would be spoken of for years to come.
Stories would spread across Fruikler Academy, then across the planet, until the names Maris Fruing and Melio Berrum became synonymous with power, determination, and the unbreakable bond between rivals.
Medics approached, carefully carrying both fighters away on stretchers.
Their movements were gentle but efficient, trained to handle students who had pushed themselves beyond their limits.
The Teacher, watching their retreat, muttered to himself, voice heavy with awe and a hint of concern.
“The potential in these kids…
it’s terrifying.
The future of this planet rests in their hands.” He adjusted his glasses, his expression darkening.
‘Manglet…
if you could see your son now.
He’s inherited more than just your power.
He’s inherited your will.’ As he was carried out, Maris’ mind was already racing, thoughts sharp despite the pain.
His eyes remained closed, but his brain was active, analyzing, planning, strategizing.
‘Next time…
next time, I’ll be ready.
I won’t let my limits hold me back…
not ever.’ His fingers twitched slightly, as if grasping at the wind itself.
‘Melio…
you better prepare yourself.
Because when we meet again, I won’t be the same person.’ Sophria watched as the medics disappeared through the arena gates.
Her expression was unreadable, but her hands trembled slightly.
‘Maris…
you idiot.
You always push yourself too far.’ She took a deep breath, her eyes hardening with determination.
‘But that’s why…
I’ll become stronger too.
So I can stand beside you, not behind you.’ Foshi stood at the edge of the arena, his arms crossed, his expression unusually serious.
He watched the empty battlefield, his mind drifting to memories of the past—of Manglet, of the Fruing Clan, of the promises made and broken.
‘Maris…
you’re walking the same path as your mother.
But this time…
this time, I won’t let you walk it alone.’ The sun dipped slightly behind the arena, casting long shadows over the battlefield.
Dust swirled in the fading light, but the fire and wind of that epic clash would linger in everyone’s memory forever.
Students slowly began to disperse, but their conversations remained focused on the battle they had just witnessed.
Some were already planning to train harder, others were discussing the implications of Level 3 powers, and a few were simply in awe of what they had seen.
“Did you see how Maris’s black wind moved?
It was like it was alive!” “And Melio’s lava fire…
I’ve never seen anything like it!” “This academy is producing monsters.
Actual monsters.” “But they’re our monsters,” one student said proudly.
“And they’re going to protect us.” The words hung in the air, carrying weight and meaning.
Because in that moment, everyone understood—the future of Fruikler was no longer a distant promise.
It was standing right in front of them, battered, exhausted, but unbroken.
And somewhere in the medical ward, Maris drifted into unconsciousness, his mind still racing with plans, strategies, and promises yet to be fulfilled.
‘This isn’t the end,’ he thought, even as darkness claimed him.
‘It’s just the beginning.’ CREATORS’ THOUGHTS The_Strange_Writer Guys who is your Favourite character till now?