All Chapters of Wielder Of The Dragon Flame : Chapter 51
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Chapter 51
Jabber stood in his fighting stance, his body positioned perfectly according to everything he'd been taught,feet planted, knees bent, hands raised, weight balanced. But inside, beneath the carefully maintained exterior, his entire being was trembling like a leaf in a storm.This would be a great time to unleash my flame, he thought desperately, his inner voice tight with panic even as his face remained calm. To stop his attacks before they reach me. But I'm afraid…His eyes darted around the training yard,hundreds of faces watching from the benches, all those people packed close together, the wooden barriers that wouldn't stop flames if they spread, the torches already burning that could turn into additional fuel. He could see Asta's face in the third row, see Flora and Mira beside him and see all the other guilds clustered together.Everyone here might get burnt, Jabber thought, his chest tightening with the familiar fear that had haunted him for years. If I lose control, if the Su
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"It's pointless, kid. I don't know what technique you're using, but you can't stop me now. I'm operating at full power, and you're... well, you're still just you."Jabber's lips curved into a small, defiant smile. "Let's watch and see, Brick the Destroyer of Stones."The deliberate repetition of the mocking name hit exactly as intended. Brick's face flushed darker, the flames around his body flaring brighter in response to his anger. When he spoke, his voice had gone from almost gentle to hard and cold."You really want to keep making jokes? Fine. Let me show you exactly how fast I can move when I'm actually trying."And then he exploded forward.The speed was shocking. One moment Brick was standing relatively still, the next he was a blur of motion and crimson-black flame, closing the remaining distance in a fraction of a second. His right fist came around in a devastating hook aimed at Jabber's head, the flames around his hand trailing behind like a comet's tail."Wow, he's way f
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They turned their attention back to the ring just as Brick finished his slow approach and settled into striking distance. The big man looked down at Jabber's shifted stance and actually paused, his flame-covered brow furrowing."Interesting." Brick said, his deep voice carrying across the suddenly quiet training yard. "Changing your fighting style now? Trying something new?" He shook his head, almost sadly.Someone in the crowd shouted. "Brick's got him!""He's done for!""Come on, kid, fight back!""This is over!"Asta was on his feet, his voice joining the chaos: "JABBER! GET OUT OF THERE! MOVE!""He can't!" Mira said, her voice tight with concern. "He's trapped in the combo,if he tries to move wrong, he'll take an even worse hit!"Flora was shaking her head, her tactical analysis painting a grim picture. "Brick's speed advantage is too much. How did he get even faster?""Isn't it obvious?" Mira replied, pointing at the flames around Brick's body. "It's because of his flam
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Jabber stared at the figure wearing his face, his heart hammering so hard in his chest it felt like it might break through his ribs. Fear had seized his throat, making it difficult to speak, but he forced the words out anyway, defiant despite his terror."I'm not weak." He said, his voice shaking but firm. "You don't know anything about me."The figure's lips curved into a smile,Jabber's lips, but wrong, so wrong and then suddenly it wasn't standing in front of him anymore. It was behind him. Jabber felt a cold presence at his back."Yes, you are." The figure whispered and its voice was ice sliding down Jabber's spine. "I mean, look at you. You're the one laying unconscious on the ground right now. Your face is a bloody mess. Your ribs are probably cracked.”“ You got beaten down by some overconfident strongman who wasn't even trying his hardest until the end. And now you're here, in the dark, talking to me instead of standing up and fighting back."The figure moved around to face
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"Yes."The figure said softly, almost gently. "And then you were sent to the labor section. And your father wrote you that letter. Three sentences. 'We are disappointed. We expected better. Don't write again until you have something worth reporting.' The letter that made you realize your family had given up on you. That made you stop hoping someone would save you."The figure stood, looking down at Jabber's crying, broken form. "And now here you are. Age twenty. Still can't control your flame. Still getting beaten up. Still failing. Still disappointing everyone who ever believed in you. Still weak.""I just..." Jabber's voice cracked completely, sobs wracking his body. "I just want to be a son my family and clan can be proud of. I don't want to be a disappointment anymore. I don't want to be the one everyone whispers about, the failure with the prestigious flame who can't use it. I just want... I just want to be enough."The dark space fell silent except for Jabber's crying. He kn
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In the ring, the referee was turning away from Jabber's prone form, walking toward where Brick stood. The big man had moved to the center of the ring, no longer wrapped in flames, just standing there with his hands on his knees, breathing hard. The fight had clearly taken a lot out of him despite his victory.The referee stopped beside Brick and raised one arm, preparing to make the official announcement. His voice rang out across the training yard:"The winner is…""Winner?"The single word cut through the air like a knife, stopping the referee mid-sentence. It was Jabber's voice,Jabber's voice, coming from Jabber's supposedly unconscious body.But the tone was wrong. It wasn't weak or painful or trembling. It was normal. Conversational. Almost curious."But I haven't quit." The voice continued, still in that same unsettlingly normal tone. Blood was running freely from Jabber's nose, dripping onto the dirt beneath him, but his voice didn't reflect any pain or distress. "Or been de
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A pause, and then: "Are you sure about that?"The tone was thick with curiosity,genuine curiosity, like he was asking a legitimate question rather than making a statement. Like he honestly wanted to know if Brick really believed he'd won.High in the official seating area, Old Man Kael had been sitting relatively relaxed until now. But at Jabber's words, at that changed tone, he suddenly leaned forward in his seat. His cloudy, nearly blind eyes had gone wide,wider than Asta had ever seen them and he was staring down at the ring with an intensity that suggested he was seeing something that terrified him.His gaze was fixed on the smoke rising from Jabber's body. That thick, dark, wrong smoke that was getting denser, more pronounced, spreading around Jabber like a living thing."That smoke." Kael muttered to himself, his weathered hands gripping his walking stick so hard his knuckles had gone white. "I know that smoke. I've seen it before. But where? When?"His mind was racing, flip
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But then the smoke began to clear.Not naturally,not dispersing gradually like smoke usually did. It was being pulled away, sucked back like something was drawing it in, revealing the ring beneath.And as the smoke cleared, shapes became visible.Two figures, standing close together.One was Brick, his massive frame still wreathed in flames, his right fist extended forward in the follow-through of his devastating punch.The other was Jabber, still standing in the same position as before, head down, smoke rising from his body.And Jabber's hand,his left hand,was wrapped around Brick's extended fist, holding it. Stopping it. The flaming punch that should have demolished him was caught in Jabber's grip, held completely still like it had hit an immovable object.The crowd's noise cut off like someone had physically severed it. Total, absolute silence as hundreds of people processed what they were seeing, their minds refusing to accept it because it was impossible, it couldn't be real, it
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High in the official seating area, Roderick,the higher official sitting beside Old Man Kael,was leaning forward in his seat, his knuckles white where they gripped the armrest. His voice came out strained with barely controlled panic, each word pitched with rising curiosity that was really just fear wearing a different mask."What is happening?" He demanded, his eyes fixed on the ring where Jabber stood with those burning purple eyes and that too-wide smile. "Why are Jabber's eyes flaming up with purple fire? Is it... is it some kind of hidden flame technique from the Sun Arising Clan? Something they don't teach publicly? Some secret manifestation that only appears under extreme stress?"His voice was getting faster, higher, the questions tumbling out as his mind tried desperately to find a rational explanation for what he was seeing. "I've studied flame manifestations for twenty years,every clan, every technique, every variation. The Sun Arising Clan's flame is golden-orange, some
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Slowly, his head turned. His gaze drifted away from Jabber in the ring, traveling across the intervening space, moving upward to the third row of benches where…Asta was standing at the edge of the seating area, gripping the railing in front of him, his whole body leaning forward as he stared down at the ring with an expression of intense worry and confusion. His brown eyes were wide, his face were pale, his knuckles white where they clutched the wooden rail.And he wasn't reacting. Not with recognition, not with understanding, not with the kind of dawning horror that should accompany witnessing his friend's possession by an ancient dragon's flame. Just... worry. Normal worry, the kind any friend would feel watching another friend in distress.Kael studied Asta's face for a long moment, his old eyes sharp despite their cloudiness, reading every microexpression, every subtle shift in body language, every indicator that might tell him what was going on inside that boy's head.Nothing. N