The Transmigrated Author

Chapter 71: Quarter-Finals (3)

{Louise's POV}

[Pinnacle Academy, Stadium 1 - Arena A: Student Section Stands]

[Before the start of the match]

A surge of excitement coursed through me, I stood at the entrance to the main arena tunnel. Motivated to win for Valencia.

The roar of the crowd was reduced to nothing as the soundproof walls cancelled out all sound within the tunnel, First, however, came the routine inspection.

With a final glance at my smartwatch, I quickly tapped out a message to Valencia -

"Valenciaaa My match is about to start! Cheer me on heaps! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧"

Now that she's finally gonna watch my match there's no doubt In my head I was gonna lose. Not that I was gonna be losing anyway.

DING!

[Notification from Valencia]

[From Valencia <11:59 AM> Good luck.]

I smiled at the message she sent and checked the academy app of my opponent... I knew my opponent was Noah Davies, He was certainly huge for sure. He was about 7ft tall and he handled a large broadsword that was bigger than my Polearm here.

A guard stepped forward, looking nervous in his eyes. It was the usual reaction I got. "Identification, please. And uh... the polearm, sir- I meant Villerion, if you will."

I handed over both without hesitation. My weapon slid easily into his hands, drawing a surprising awe across his face. I couldn't help but grin slightly.

"Gotta make sure everything's in order," he spoke, as he ran the axe through a scanner. The machine beeped its approval. "All clear here. Now, if you could step through this sensor, Mr. Villerion." He gestured toward an archway of wires.

"Just standard procedure," I assured him. "Wouldn't want any cheaters ruining the fun."

The sensor tingled slightly as I passed through, and a moment later, another green light flashed. "You're good to go, Mr. Villerion!"

We withdrew our hands, a silent acknowledgement passing between us. As we stepped back, creating the necessary distance for battle, a murmur swept through the crowd.

"He's of the Villerion blood, just like his father," one voice drifted towards us.

"Louise is so humble!" another exclaimed.

I soaked in their praise. Their admiration wasn't just for my power but for my conduct. This was what separated me from the rest. I needed to uphold the pride of the Villerion name, As I know my father was watching this very match in the stands.

Still, this match was little more than a formality. A stepping stone on my path to something greater - victory, recognition, the seat beside Valencia. It was also a step against one of the highest-ranking students amongst us first-years, a rival I needed to eliminate. My future, my ambition, my rise to become the guild leader of the Centurions... it all began here.

A hush fell over the stadium, a silence laced with anticipation. My heart was completely steady in my chest, yet my outward demeanour was one of calm focus.

"Are both our first-year stars ready?" The announcer's amplified voice echoed around the arena, building the tension. "Then raise your weapons!"

With a flourish, I held my polearm axe high. The weight was familiar, a comforting extension of myself. Across from me, Noah raised his broadsword, his stance mirroring my own.

"Good!" The announcer's voice boomed. "Now, let's get this fight started! Three... two... one..."

At the count of zero, a wicked grin split my face as my purest flame ignited around my Poolerarm. Simultaneously, I sensed Noah's mana surge, enveloping his blade in a shimmering glow.

"FIGHT!"

SHING!!!!

In a single, explosive motion, we lunged forward. Steel clashed against steel, a thunderclap that reverberated through the arena. The impact vibrated up my arms, sending a delicious shiver of adrenaline down my spine. We were locked, a whirlwind of energy and intent.

This was it. My moment. And I would savor every second.

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Authors Notes:

- Louise ignores the presence of Jan as long as he doesn't think about him.

- When it comes to battle Louise is very respectable towards his opponents, Unless his name starts with Jan then his personality changes otherwise.