Light rain fell gently over the mountain,

  tapping against stone and earth in a steady rhythm,

  as if it did not wish to disturb the place.

  Enzo stood in the rocky clearing, his sword in hand.

  Below him, Sima sat beside the fire, preparing food,

  casting quick glances toward him from time to time.

  Enzo drew the sword from its sheath.

  He closed his eyes

  and took a deep breath.

  He tried to enter that void once more,

  to feel something… anything in response.

  Moments passed.

  Nothing happened.

  He opened his eyes slowly.

  Changing his approach,

  he stepped toward a wooden log fixed firmly in the ground

  and raised the sword.

  One strike.

  Then another.

  Wood chips scattered,

  but the blade remained silent—

  no glow, no sparks.

  Enzo tightened his grip slightly

  and released his aura through his body,

  hoping it would reach the sword.

  He waited.

  The sword did not respond.

  He exhaled quietly

  and tried for a third time.

  He focused his aura

  and directed it straight into the blade.

  A moment of silence.

  Nothing.

  He lowered the sword slightly,

  feeling a faint disappointment he did not show on his face.

  At that moment—

  “Enzo!”

  Sima’s voice came from below.

  “Come here, the food is ready!”

  He raised his voice in reply,

  “Alright, I’m coming.”

  He returned the sword to its sheath

  and began walking toward her.

  As he moved—

  the sword glowed faintly.

  Enzo stopped abruptly.

  He drew it out quickly.

  The glow vanished.

  He stared at it, then said with a quiet, mocking tone,

  “Are you playing with me?”

  He sheathed it again

  and continued toward Sima,

  while the rain kept falling softly.

  Enzo reached Sima and paused for a moment.

  The food before him was arranged carefully on a simple wooden table—its colors beautiful, steam rising gently, and a warm, pleasant aroma mixing with the scent of rain and earth.

  He said with genuine amazement,

  “I didn’t know you were this good at cooking.”

  Sima lifted her head and looked at him, then replied calmly,

  “I learned how to cook when I was young. Go ahead, eat, and tell me what you think.”

  Enzo hesitated briefly, then said,

  “Alright.”

  He sat on a wooden log across from the table and said while looking at the food,

  “Thank you for this.”

  She replied immediately,

  “Don’t worry about it. Eat now.”

  Then—

  she stared at him.

  A steady, focused stare.

  Unblinking.

  Enzo swallowed.

  What is this…?

  Will I die if I say something bad about the food?

  He took a bite.

  The moment he tasted it, his eyes widened.

  He said with true excitement and surprise,

  “It’s amazing…! It’s delicious! Really delicious!”

  He began eating at a noticeable pace.

  Sima watched him silently, her eyes shining with happiness, then said,

  “Slow down, there’s more.”

  She turned to bring more food, but when she returned—

  the table was completely empty.

  She shouted,

  “Aaaaaah! You’re not normal!!”

  Then she sighed and added, trying to sound annoyed,

  “But… since you’re a good person, you deserve more.”

  She placed another plate in front of him, and he ate that too.

  When he finished, Enzo stood up and bowed deeply and sincerely.

  He said softly,

  “Thank you… thank you for being by my side.”

  Sima froze in place, then quickly turned away, her face slightly red.

  She said,

  “It’s nothing…”

  To change the subject, she quickly added,

  “Come on! Let’s hurry! The tournament starts today—there’s another match!”

  Enzo said,

  “Right… I completely forgot.”

  They gathered their belongings and the tent,

  then began descending the mountain toward the kingdom, with the light rain still following them.

  Elsewhere, people were gathering one by one around the tournament arena.

  The stands filled, voices rose, and rain shimmered over the stone floor.

  Inside one of the arena’s rooms, the king stood beside his advisor, Viong.

  Viong said seriously,

  “Today’s round will be extremely intense.”

  The king looked out the window and replied calmly,

  “The rain is beautiful today.”

  Viong turned to him, irritated yet half-joking,

  “Are you even listening to me?”

  The king suddenly turned.

  “Who are you?”

  Viong sighed,

  “Oh, you…”

  and sat down silently.

  If necessary…

  I will intervene today.

  Not to protect the contestants… but to protect the innocent people.

  The king stood, stepped onto the balcony, and looked down at the arena.

  He saw a girl standing alone beneath the rain, completely still.

  She had long black hair flowing down her back, clear black eyes, and pure wheat-colored skin.

  Her features were calm yet unwavering, as if she did not belong to the noise around her.

  The king said in confusion,

  “What is this? Why is she standing like that?”

  Viong replied,

  “She’s a troublesome one. Fifteen years old. Don’t worry about her.”

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  After a while, the girl sat down and closed her eyes.

  A pure, translucent white aura formed around her body, calm and gentle, with a faint golden shimmer along its edges—like the light of dawn.

  The king said in clear admiration,

  “Look, Viong… how beautiful her aura is.”

  Viong stepped closer, looked, then said in amazement,

  “You’re right… it truly is beautiful. Honestly… I envy her.”

  The stands were full now, and the rain continued to fall lightly.

  Enzo and Sima arrived and sat among the crowd.

  Enzo asked,

  “Who is that girl? And what’s the secret behind that strange aura surrounding her?”

  The crowd began mocking her:

  “Who do you think you are?”

  “Just a fifteen-year-old girl!”

  Suddenly—

  a compressed silver-gray vortex exploded at one edge of the arena.

  San appeared.

  His arrival was like a silent detonation, condensed energy swirling around him like the moon itself.

  He wore a black coat. His hair was black, medium length, covering his ears. His skin was normally pale, and his features were sharp and imposing.

  When he raised his head, his eyes were revealed—

  gray like the void of the moon, crossed by a horizontal and vertical line of deep blue at their center.

  The crowd roared:

  “Go, Saaaan!”

  “Defeat that weak girl!”

  San looked at Rose and said calmly,

  “You look like the shining moon.”

  The king raised his hand, and silence gradually spread.

  He said in a powerful voice,

  “I honor both contestants, San and Rose, for their achievements.”

  Then continued,

  “Today’s round will be one of a kind… today, the strongest will emerge.”

  He shouted,

  “Begin the third round of the tournament!”

  Both fighters took their stances.

  San said,

  “Are you sure you want to face me? You can still withdraw.”

  Rose smiled mockingly.

  “We’ll see who loses.”

  San vanished instantly and appeared behind her, striking the back of her neck with a swift blow.

  Rose blocked it with one hand.

  San stepped back and said,

  “Oh… you’re strong. Interesting.”

  Rose charged at high speed, her translucent white aura glowing with golden brilliance, and struck San in the chest.

  He raised his hand to block, but the impact sent him flying backward.

  San rose and said,

  “Alright… fine.”

  He removed his coat.

  “I’ll start now.”

  He released his aura—

  a bluish-white, silver-gray color, like moonlight.

  Using the Eyes of Lunar Eclipse, he moved above her and fired Moon Beam, a destructive technique capable of shattering massive boulders, solid rock, and even steel.

  Rose evaded at the last moment.

  San appeared behind her again and struck her back with an aura-infused punch, launching her forward as blood spilled from her mouth.

  She clung to the ground, then formed Angel Sword from her aura and stood, smiling bravely.

  “Is that all you’ve got?”

  She unleashed cutting waves toward him.

  San dodged them one by one.

  He vanished using Moon Blindness.

  Rose activated her aura throughout the entire arena to sense him, stood at the center, then dashed forward and thrust her sword into the air.

  San appeared, impaled—yet laughed.

  “Look above you.”

  Moon Beam struck her again, pressing her down with immense force and slamming her to the ground.

  “There’s no point in resisting,” he said.

  She shouted,

  “Summon—Angel Spirit!”

  A blinding white light erupted, accompanied by golden brilliance.

  A radiant winged being appeared—weaponless and silent.

  By its mere presence, San’s technique was nullified.

  San widened his eyes and shouted,

  “Lunar Eclipse!”

  He unleashed a dark, silver-black radiation that began disintegrating everything it touched.

  The Angel Spirit vanished in an instant.

  The attack nearly struck the crowd—

  but the king enveloped everyone in a translucent black barrier, invisible unless touched.

  Rose expanded her aura so the technique struck it first, buying time.

  She formed a clone, swapped positions, and appeared behind San.

  She pierced him from the back with Angel Sword.

  San froze, blood spilling from his mouth.

  He smiled and said,

  “Well done… little one.”

  He collapsed.

  Rose was declared the winner.

  The crowd erupted into applause, while Rose left the arena quietly—noticed only by the king and Viong.

  The king said,

  “Take San for treatment immediately. If he dies… I will end you.”

  After the round ended, Enzo walked beside Sima.

  He said,

  “Both fighters were incredibly strong.”

  She replied,

  “Yes.”

  Dragon Fang glowed, and Enzo’s consciousness was pulled into the void.

  The dragon appeared and said,

  “Train your body’s aura first… before you seek my power.”

  “You are weak.”

  Enzo was returned instantly.

  He said,

  “Alright… I’ll have to get used to this.”

  He said to Sima,

  “Let’s go back to the mountain.”

  She smiled.

  “Today, I’ll cook you a very delicious dinner.”

  Enzo laughed.

  “Let’s go.”

  End of Chapter Six.