That evening, Hazel went to meet her assigned opponent, Park Miller—a dual sword wielder from Class-A.
"You're Hazel Kane right?" He asked nonchalantly, his black eyes lazily assessing her. "Let's get this over with in the Training Facility."
Hazel immediately lost interest in him, realizing he was weak, then nodded.
They went to the Training Facility together and booked a private room.
Without hesitation, the two faced off.
At the center stood Hazel, gripping her crimson axe, its blade glowing faintly with golden embers.
Across from her was Park, calm and calculating, twin swords in hand. Around him hovered eight translucent, glowing swords, rotating in a loose orbit like satellites ready to strike.
Hazel smirked, shouldering her axe. "Let's make this quick, pretty boy."
Park narrowed his eyes. "Don't blink."
WHOOSH!
The eight blades launched at her from all sides—mid-air, low sweeps, diagonal slashes.
Hazel didn't move. Until—
CLANG!
