Scarlett and Irish sat in the back of Kozuha's luxury car as it smoothly made its way through the city.
Irish, as always, was full of energy and curiosity. Her face was glued to the window, eyes wide as she looked at every tall building, street sign, and crowd they passed.
"Woah... everything looks so fancy," she whispered to herself, her breath slightly fogging up the glass.
Scarlett, on the other hand, was much quieter. She glanced outside a few times, her thoughts drifting. The city looked so different from how she remembered it.
"It's only been five years, but it's like everything changed," she thought, a strange mix of feelings stirring inside her.
When the car finally came to a stop, the sun was already high in the afternoon sky.
The driver quickly stepped out and opened the front passenger door. Kozuha, who had been sitting next to him, gracefully got out. Then, like a proper host, she walked around and opened the back door for Scarlett and Irish.
As they stepped out, the warm sunlight hit their faces. Irish squinted her eyes and raised a hand to block the sun, then gasped.
In front of them stood a huge, grand building. It looked more like a royal palace than an academy. Tall towers, wide gardens, shiny windows—it was straight out of a dream.
"Wow! It's even bigger than our Hero Academy!" Irish said, her eyes sparkling in amazement.
Kozuha nodded, a small smile on her lips. "It's one of the main branches of the Global Hunter Academy," she explained.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Global?"
"Yes," Kozuha said proudly, "a few years ago, it was decided that all hunter academies around the world would unite. They now work together, sharing knowledge, training, and magic technology. No more borders, no more secrets. Just one big effort to raise strong hunters equally."
Scarlett blinked slowly. "Huh... when did people become so kind?" she muttered, clearly surprised. But then her face turned serious again. "Whatever... school or academy, it's all boring. Let's just finish this quickly," she thought to herself.
Without waiting, she took the first step and began walking toward the giant academy gates.
Irish quickly followed behind her, practically bouncing with excitement.
But Kozuha moved ahead of them both, placing her ID card near a scanner on the gate. It beeped, and the gates opened with a soft mechanical sound.
"Everything's been prepared," she said, glancing back at them. "After your match, you're free to explore the academy if you'd like."
Scarlett, though, didn't seem thrilled. Her gaze scanned the academy grounds calmly but sharply.
"So they built all this in just five years... magic really is crazy," she thought. The wide buildings, floating crystal lights, clean walkways, and magical barriers all looked like something out of a futuristic movie mixed with fantasy.
She couldn't help but feel a little strange—like she was in a different world now.
Irish's world too had magic but the world felt more like ancient era that fitted more for magic stuff and thus world gave of more advanced look, At least from appearance.
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Kozuha led Scarlett and Irish through the academy's wide and polished hallways. With every step, the sounds from the arena grew louder—voices, camera clicks, and excited chatter.
When they finally reached the arena's entrance, the sight was something else.
The whole place was packed.
Hundreds of students were sitting on the stands, talking loudly with excitement. Some even stood up, trying to get a better look. News reporters and cameramen had already taken their positions, adjusting their cameras, ready to capture every second of the upcoming fight.
There was no host. No referee. No one to give speeches or explain the rules.
Because this wasn't a tournament.
It was just one match.
Scarlett vs. Sora Aoi.
Everyone was waiting for only one thing—the fight.
And then…
Tap... Tap... Tap...
The sound of heels and calm steps echoed through the arena.
The crowd went silent.
Sora Aoi had arrived.
She walked slowly onto the arena ground with grace and confidence. Her hunter uniform hugged her tall figure, and in her hand, she carried a long, soft blue spear that glowed gently under the sunlight.
The moment she appeared, the entire crowd burst into loud cheers.
"Sora!!"
"Queen Aoi!!"
"You got this!!"
Sora gave a small smile, raising one hand to wave. Her calm expression didn't break, but there was a spark in her eyes.
Inside, she took a deep breath and muttered quietly to herself.
"I need to test this summoned hero's strength… but I can't let my guard down. Still, I won't go easy on her either." Her blue eyes sharpened. "This fight is about saving the world, after all."
Just then, Scarlett entered the arena.
Unlike Sora, she had no weapons. No armor. She wasn't even holding anything.
She simply walked in with her usual sharp gaze, her long hair swaying gently behind her.
The wind blew softly, causing her white shirt to flutter a little. The chest button on her shirt was visibly struggling, barely hanging on.
Sora, despite her serious mood, noticed it—and her face twitched slightly.
"Is it going to pop off any second?" she thought and quickly shook her head, trying to ignore it.
She stepped forward and took her battle stance. "You can start," she said loudly, holding her spear steady.
But Scarlett didn't move.
Not a step.
She stood still, not even blinking.
Sora narrowed her eyes. Her mind began racing with thoughts.
"Why doesn't she have a weapon? I saw her with armor before. So she must have a weapon too... maybe it's invisible?"
"Is she underestimating me? Or is this some kind of mind game?"
She glanced again.
"Wait… are her breasts slightly vibrating? Does she have some kind of weird power hidden in there? Or is she doing it to distract me?"
Her thoughts spun faster and faster.
"Why is she just standing there? Why isn't she attacking? What's going on?"
In only a few seconds, her head was full of confusing ideas. She was overthinking everything.
Meanwhile, Scarlett wasn't thinking anything like that.
She was just quietly looking at her opponent. Calm. Emotionless. Unbothered.
She could've ended the fight in seconds, like she always did to humiliate others—but this time was different.
"From what I know, Sora seems like a good person," Scarlett thought. "It won't be fun to crush her right away, I should just exchange some moves and then defeat her to give her some honour!", she smiled to herself.
Scarlett clenched her fists tightly, her fingers twitching slightly.
"I should use my psychokinesis," she thought, trying to stay calm. "It's easier to control than my crazy physical strength anyway…"
A soft green light started to glow around her, wrapping her body like a soft blanket of power. It shimmered faintly, showing that her mana was flowing properly.
She was just about to raise her hand and stop Sora using her mind—
But—
"If you're not attacking, then I will!"
Sora suddenly shouted, her voice fierce like thunder.
Without wasting a second, Sora dashed forward like a bullet. Her movements were fast, sharp, and full of energy. The ground cracked under her boots.
Scarlett, still calm, prepared to use her power.
The green glow around her became brighter as she activated her psychokinesis.
But then—
POP!
A small but deadly sound echoed across the arena.
Scarlett's chest button, the one that had been barely holding on since the start, finally gave up. And thanks to her psychokinesis boosting her body, the button didn't just fall off…
It BLASTED OFF like a rocket!
Her shirt slightly opened, revealing a deep and dangerous-looking cleavage. But no one had time to react to that because—
WHOOSH!
The button didn't just pop off.
It turned into a deadly missile, flying straight toward Sora at insane speed!
Scarlett stood frozen.
"Wait—what?"
Sora's eyes widened in panic.
"Wha—WHAT THE—?!"
She tried to block it with her long spear, putting all her power into it.
BAM!!!
Too late.
The button hit Sora like a meteor. The shockwave was so strong that it broke her spear clean in half. Her shiny armor shattered like glass, and a blast of energy exploded on impact.
Sora's body flew back like a ragdoll shot from a cannon.
BOOOOOM!!!
Dust and debris exploded everywhere as Sora crashed through the arena wall, flew over the garden, and finally rolled over the ground for more than 100 meters, leaving a trail like someone had dropped a bomb.
Silence.
Total.
Awkward.
Silence.
No one in the arena could speak.
Not the students.
Not the reporters.
Not even the birds.
Everyone just stared.
Mouths open. Eyes wide.
"What… just happened?" was the only thing running through their heads.
Even Scarlett stood there, frozen. She looked down at her open shirt, then looked toward the destroyed arena.
Her cheeks turned red like a tomato.
She clenched the front of her shirt and muttered under her breath, "I… don't know if I should be happy or sad about this…"
Not waiting for anyone to say anything, she quickly turned around, her steps awkward and fast as she walked out of the arena, still holding her shirt closed.
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Meanwhile, far outside the arena walls—
Sora groaned and slowly sat up, her body shaking. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were torn, and she looked like she just survived a dragon attack.
But somehow, she smiled.
A tired, crooked smile.
"Every hunter has their special thing…" she whispered. "Mine is ice… Granny Shia has future vision… The world's number two has an unbreakable body…"
She paused, her lips twitching.
"If I'm right… then her power comes from her breasts…"
She blinked slowly.
"That sounds stupid… but that's the only thing that makes sense…it was not a mind game, I think she was storing energy between her breast, I should have been careful from the start! Sigh..."
Before she could fall backward again, a team of healers arrived in a panic.
"Miss Sora! Hang in there!"
One of them caught her gently before she hit the ground. Another quickly began casting healing spells.
Sora gave them a thumbs-up with her trembling hand.
"If she can defeat me… with just a button from her chest… then I really need to train more…"
And with that, she finally passed out, still mumbling about "dangerous breasts" as the healers carried her back into the academy.