In the first six minutes of the match, Giselle Fisher had perfectly captured the limbs of Name.
[Stay calm and get out of there! Noname! You must not rush!]
[Ahhh…!]
The commentary team murmured softly in lament.
Giselle poured all her strength into lifting Name upside down.
The black tentacles tightly wrapped around the ankles, whipping Name down to the ground.
Bang bang bang bang—!
Grass flew in every direction as clods of dirt splintered apart.
As Name was thrown toward the edge of the arena, her petite body slammed against the outer wall.
Giselle, having withdrawn all her aura.
She charged forth like the wind, carrying a gigantic spear measuring 3 meters in length at her side.
With her back against the outer wall, Name slowly lifted her head.
Eventually, she met Giselle’s lethal gaze.
A chill ran down Giselle’s spine.
Without hesitation, she let the spear fly from her hand and leaped upward.
[Spell: Le Kaizen Familia – Mikasuella’s Verask]
Kuwaaaa—!
A hundred and one massive serpents made of mana surged forth, exposing their vicious fangs.
The spear, extracted from the ground through monotone magic, crumbled and disintegrated into invisible particles.
If she hadn’t stopped and continued running, it would have been a tremendous loss.
Giselle gulped nervously and summoned the tentacles once again to confront Name.
[Giselle Fisher is cornering! Noname is cleverly pondering an escape… Oh, what is this? Did she just avoid that?]
Kwa-jick—!
Sharp thorns pierced through the wall.
Name merely tilted her head slightly.
“Mirage.”
“…!”
“Your tentacles, right?”
“Uaaaaaah!”
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa—!
Dozens of thorns chased after Name.
The reinforced wall made of concrete crumbled.
Wooo—
Countless concentric waves struck the protective barrier set up in the audience area.
Nevertheless, Name ran along the wall without allowing a single hit to land.
Paah—!
Using the outer wall as a springboard, Name charged toward Giselle.
The hideous tips of the tentacles reached out sharply toward Name.
“No…!”
“It’s too obvious, my friend.”
The tentacles pierced through Name’s head like a ghost, causing no damage at all.
[Imperial Palace Sword Method 315 – Wildflower Piercing]
The glowing white Shade of Scabona nestled into Giselle’s arms.
Ka-ka-ka-ka-kwang—!
A brilliant golden flash erupted from Giselle’s abdomen.
The six-circle barrier granted by the crystal minimized any damage inflicted upon the user.
However, it was not enough to violate the law of energy conservation.
Giselle’s body folded in half as she flew several meters away.
Perhaps the shock was considerable, even while having the barrier.
“How…”
Giselle staggered to her feet on one leg.
“It doesn’t make sense for aora to teleport. Unless you were confusing perception and reality from the start.”
Name raised an index finger.
Just one.
As soon as she realized that there was only one ‘out-of-place’ tentacle Giselle could control, the management of the match became straightforward.
The initiative in the match had already shifted to Name.
Paah—!
The super-speed Scabona raced toward Giselle’s neck.
Sak—
The crossed tentacles splintered apart.
Slice, sever, deflect, while the blackness held its ground.
If two wouldn’t work, four or ten or dozens would.
Giselle split the tentacles thinly, creating a chaotic conglomerate that even she couldn’t control.
Through all obstacles, Name forced her way in, starting from the face.
Giselle crossed her arms, calling back all the auras that had strayed.
The menacing blades had already grazed past Giselle’s side, lower abdomen, and thigh.
[Cast: Black Aurora]
Black lightning struck with a thunderous crash.
“Ugh!”
Giselle was taken aback.
‘Did she realize that all at once?’
It was a technique she hadn’t even used on Monica Rich.
During her chaotic battle with Nathan Chen, she used it only once.
Name’s merciless strikes did not leave Giselle a moment to think.
The variances in height of the weapon wielded by the young girl were more severe than any foe.
‘As long as I can hold on to my consciousness…’
Giselle’s eyes turned bloodshot.
With attacks occasionally piercing through the tentacles, her mind spun in a haze.
Watching the rapidly shrinking barrier made her feel increasingly anxious.
She was busy chasing the sword’s speed, and the spells being cast from time to time were even deadlier.
[Cast: Arc Discharge]
Fizz—
Long strands of hair fluttered in front of Giselle.
Name had come to the arena today with a ponytail instead of her usual twin tails.
Giselle realized that Name had considered her safety.
It looked almost like a lifeline descending from the heavens.
‘I’m sorry, I…’
Her body was already at its limit.
After a long inner conflict,
Giselle grasped Name’s head with a fractured heart.
“Gah!”
Screech—!
The referee immediately intervened in the match.
According to the referee’s discretion, it could have ended in a red card or a forfeit.
“Haah haah haah…”
Giselle placed her hands on her knees, gasping for breath.
Her heart felt like it was about to burst.
Would Argentina’s myth of reaching the semifinals end in such a disgraceful conclusion?
A wave of fear swept over Giselle.
“&실 *#■ Just ■#confirmed ■■*@ K$ I don’t care ■#$■.”
Name and the referee exchanged words, but there was no time to hear them.
The referee withdrew a card from his t-shirt pocket.
‘Yellow?’
A second chance was given.
Name wore an inscrutable expression as usual and stepped back a few beats.
Match continued.
“Are you not paying attention?”
Pah!
Name’s high kick landed squarely on Giselle’s jaw.
Giselle fell to the ground, writhing in an undignified manner.
Beeep—!
[Semifinal Match 125]
[Time: 15:00]
[Giselle Fisher (Argentina)] [37% / 63%]
[Noname (South Korea)] [70% / 75%]
The whistle signaling the end of the first half echoed throughout the stadium.
“Tsk, what a shame.”
Name sheathed the blade into the wand and headed to the locker room.
“Haah… haah…”
The elliptical sky Giselle gazed at was tinged red with the sunset.
Surrounded by a battleground of 130,000 warriors.
The red waves overwhelmingly eclipsed the blue ones.
“Noname! Noname! Noname!”
Giselle saw it clearly.
The spectators who were disappointed in her performance were leaving, a child whose face paint had been washed away by tears, and a coach from the special police force.
“Let’s go. You’re not in good condition today. You need to rest at least one more second.”
“Sir… I didn’t do anything.”
“…”
“I didn’t kill…”
“You did well.”
“?”
“It’s better to end it cleanly now than to spend your life consumed by revenge. Don’t ever bring up what happened today, just bury it in your memories forever.”
The coach repeated the words he had said in the past while carrying Giselle on his back.
Regrettably, that wish had not been fulfilled, and the poor girl had been desperately trying to recall the memories of murder for the past seven years.
* * *
Giselle Fisher’s mother lived her life leaving her daughter abandoned in a capsule.
Half the day or more.
Neglect, bordering on abuse.
The girl, with a particularly tenacious spirit, had somehow survived and lived until she was three.
Her mother, having grown sick and tired of an unwanted child growing up, eventually abandoned the home and left.
In Argentina, there are over 200,000 orphans.
Giselle Fisher was one of them, so she likely spent an unremarkable childhood.
She lived by occasionally pickpocketing tourists in slums, running errands for gangs, or begging whenever nothing else worked.
Then a turning point came that would change her life entirely.
“You can manifest external power? This little one?”
A small magic tower had been discovered in Rosario.
The gang that won the local power struggle summoned a wealthy individual to build a mana power plant.
Interestingly, the wealthy individual was looking for an 8-year-old child who could manifest external power.
A probability so extremely rare it was almost nonexistent.
Coincidentally, Giselle Fisher was under the gang’s protection, and the boss humming sent her off to the wealthy individual.
“As promised, the construction cost will be 10% off.”
“I can’t believe it actually exists…”
Giselle Fisher sprouted a small sprout in her hand.
Upon seeing the black four-leaf clover, the wealthy individual twitched his eyebrows.
“But it’s a bit unsatisfactory. This isn’t what I expected.”
“Haha, it might be due to a weak body. She’s been sickly since childhood. If you take good care of her, she’ll definitely be helpful to your daughter.”
From that day onward, Giselle Fisher began to associate with the wealthy individual’s daughter, Jimena.
If she couldn’t teach Jimena to manifest external power by the age of 12, she would be killed.
“That’s okay! My dad always says he kills people without making them suffer, so I promised Jimena!”
“Eheh!”
In Giselle Fisher’s memories, Jimena was a girl with a free spirit.
The child who possessed enough money to live lavishly her whole life harbored a vague yearning for the slums.
She would enjoy playing “Chairman’s Soccer” with the slum children accompanied by bodyguards and participating in games of hide-and-seek where she had to pretend not to see those right in front of her.
“Giselle, when we turn 12, let’s go to America together. We’ll attend school together, throw parties on a yacht like my dad, and it will be fun to raise a big dog! But you have to clean up the poop!”
The gloomy and timid Giselle Fisher quickly became enchanted by her innocence.
“I don’t need to learn that stuff. We have a lot of money at home, don’t we? So you can study and train all on your own!”
But that happiness lasted less than a year.
The most powerful mafia organization in Argentina, ‘Los Monos,’ bore a grudge against the wealthy individual who had supported other gangs and slaughtered Jimena’s family.
That day, Jimena survived because she had gone to the slums to play with Giselle.
However, the short legs of the girls found it nearly impossible to fend off an adult man.
“Please! Help me! Hu… I didn’t do anything… Sir, I didn’t do… Please just once… Hu… I’ll give you as much money as you want… Ahhh!”
“Shut up, you noisy brat!”
“Hurgh… Ji… Je…”
Jimena received a harsh blow to the head.
Warm blood spilled onto the filthy, cold pavement filled with filth.
The mafia, armored in thick protective gear, began by removing their military helmets and started to strip off their pants.
“Do you know why I followed you all the way to this hellhole to catch a punk like you without paying? Because I was foolish enough to throw away my career for this lousy experience. Damn it…!”
“It’s cold… Daddy… Giselle… where is everyone… I’m so cold… I’m scared…”
Witnessing this, Giselle felt her mind grow cold.
The white cloth wrapped around her felt like it was burying her in terror.
Her vision expanded infinitely as a scene captured from first-person morphed into a third-person perspective, encompassing herself, Jimena, and the assailant in one frame.
She understood clearly what she had to do next.
Not fear or affection, but a categorical imperative.
“What is this?”
A black four-leaf clover sprouted between the stones of the ground.
Phwaaak—!
The tiny sprout became a thorn piercing through the vital organs of an adult man in less than a second.
The mafia, skewered by Giselle’s aura like a shish kebab, bled out and died instantly.
Only Jimena watched Giselle, who seemed half out of her mind, gasping for breath.
“You’re strong… I’m glad you came to save me… Giselle…”
Jimena passed away shortly after.
The Argentine special police force ‘Alcon’ was deployed in the city of Rosario.
[No survivors in Sector A.]
[No survivors in Sector B either.]
“Sector E. No survivors, but one dog that was being kept is alive.”
* * *
Giselle was forever trapped in the time of seven years ago.
To unlock the immense power gained through sudden enlightenment without a gradual process, she had no choice but to recall the memories of murder.
In 2053, Giselle Fisher had become a national hero, but her time remained anchored in 2046.
A girl who cried daily in the training room, ultimately falling asleep only when exhausted.
“No, he can’t be dead. I haven’t confirmed his death.”
She endured all the pain out of a sense of duty towards her deceased friend.
The soldier who saved Giselle left his job and became her teacher, mentor, and father.
He only took on the coaching position to fulfill her wishes.
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