39;Yet, her movements were as graceful as a butterfly's dance, hence she was hailed as the Sword Maiden.'

Swordsmanship blended with the elegance of a dancer, giving birth to the title of Sword Maiden.
And to substantiate this claim, Ibella unveiled her mesmerizing and nimble swordplay, akin to a captivating dance.

Of course, her skills now paled in comparison to the woman who would earn the prestigious title of Sword Maiden three decades later.

‘But it doesn't matter.’

There wasn't a single person in the world who was talented enough to surpass her.

And just like that, the battle was over.

There were two winners.
Ibella, who was catching her breath, and a boy with light brown hair.

‘Who was that?’

The boy who was called first.
Ulan pondered, trying to recall his name.

Just as he was searching his memory, the boy suddenly spoke to Ibella.
Though his words were not audible, Ulan could guess the meaning by observing the movements of his lips.

‘Origin, background, surrender?’


The information was too fragmented to make out what he meant.
His words made her bite her lip tightly, and then she bowed her head deeply.
Then she spoke in a stifled voice.

“——I surrender.”

A sudden declaration of surrender.

The arena erupted in a momentary uproar.

“What? Surrender?”

“Why would you surrender all of a sudden?”

Ulan,too, was at a loss for words.

At that moment, Ethan furrowed his brow.

“Wasn't it a mutual agreement, not surrender?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“In that case, you'll receive a B grade.”

“It doesn't matter.”

Ibella replied with her usual impassive face.
However, in contrast to her expressionless face, her eyes were not calm at all.

She could barely contain her anger.
It seemed there were circumstances at play.


Ulan had a hunch about it.

“Well, if you have reached an agreement, I won't interfere.
Battle concluded! Those who are called next, make your way to the arena.”

Ethan didn't intervene much either and afterward, the naming resumed.

“Dyan Morteshi, to Zone 1!”

“Petron Yulrika, to Zone 2!”

One after another, the examinees converged upon the arena, their footsteps resounding with purpose.
And in due course, it was Ulan's turn to step forward.

“Ulan Bator, to Zone 12!”

As fate would have it, he was assigned to the exact same spot as Ibella, and as soon as he took a step forward, he felt gazes from all directions pouring onto him like a volley of arrows; most eyes held a cautious vigilance.

Such scrutiny was only to be expected.
Ulan possessed a robust physique and a towering stature, setting him apart from his peers.

On the other hand, Ulan remained composed.
In stoic silence, he weathered the weight of those scrutinizing gazes, and moved towards his designated zone.

And then, in a matter of moments…

“Let the battle begin!”

The Great Brawl began.

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