Magesmith System: The First Smith God

rs. And they were right, though magic bullets didn require incantations to be cast, they lacked sufficient power to hurt anyone with even a trace of mana in their veins.

Kaions opponent smirked before beginning their own incantation, their whole body visibly relaxing once they saw what Kaion was trying.

”Lord of the winds and storms, hear me. Bless me with your… ” as the boy began chanting, a series of concentric rings began appearing around his palms.

[Too slow!] Before the boy could even finish chanting, Kaions magic bullet had already reached an enormous size – about the size of his head.

The spectators held their breath, never before had they seen such a massive magic bullet. Though whether or not its size increased its effectiveness was yet to be seen.

After carefully aiming, Kaion let it lose, and the blue ball of mana zipped toward his opponent. The boy had to stop chanting to avoid the attack, luckily magic bullet was restricted when it came to direction, and could only move in straight lines.

The boy barely managed to dodge the bullet, causing it to hit the ground directly in front of him. A smokescreen of sand and dust was flung into the air, covering the boys field of vision.

A split moment later, Kaion was upon him, and in one massive swing, Kaions fist smashed into the boys face. Knocking him out.

”A physical attack in a magic exam?! ” shouted some of the spectators, disgust audible in their voices.

Kaion looked to the announcer to see if he would say anything about it, but apart from a look of disdain, he said nothing.

”Winner, Kaion, ” he announced after being quiet for a moment.

Kaion was led to another waiting chamber, this one with fewer participants than before.

[Just two more fights,] Kaion thought to himself, his breathing loud and jagged due to expanding so much mana at once. He looked around, and everyone there seemed to be out of breath as well, perhaps he wouldn be the only one at a disadvantage.

[No, thats idiotic thinking. Even if they are tired, that trick of mine won always work,] he decided, before sitting down with his legs crossed to absorb mana from his surroundings.

His advancement technique -if it could even be called that- was very crude. His mana capacity was massive, though he could only absorb a small fraction of what he could breathe in using the technique.

It was actually a waste of time even attempting it, as the mana absorbed would be insignificant. But that wasn the point, he did it merely to focus himself.

After a few hours, the first selection was complete and the announcer began calling out names for the second round. This time, there was significantly less time before Kaions name was called out.

”Gray Sulivan, magic release lightning, versus… Kaion. ”

Feeling a bit more confident from his previous win, Kaion walked through the tunnel toward the arena. It was now later in the afternoon, however, the sun was still overhead, shining slightly more directly into his eyes.

”Keep your spells as non-lethal as possible. Any unnecessary permanent injury could lead to disqualification, ” explained the announcer from his stand once again.

”Isn that the Smite Gods son? ” whispered a few of the spectators from the stand, referring to the white-haired boy that stood in front of Kaion.

It was odd, but Kaion could feel a weird pressure emanating from the boy. It was different from the pressure he felt from the crowd, this one felt like a cold chill, it made his heart slow down, and froze him in place.