2025-05-07 18:04:09Every leader on the seat all stood. Their gaze landed on Kael as he growed. His dark Hakana showing right inside of him. "Is that?" One of the elders looked at him.
"That is not possible?" "Not at his age!" One of the men said from the podium. The king also looks astonished. "He is the son of Harold, isn't he?" He asks, staring at Dareth, who was short of words. He had taken Kael's father's Hakana. There was no way he should have one. "The dark Hakana is forbidden. We had him banned because of it!" another elder said, looking at the King. "We need all the strength we can gather. We need every man and teenager to fight the demons to come. Do you think you can take them when we are attacked?" The next burst of energy sent shock waves down everyone's spine. "Is that the second time?" "Omg! Rand is dead!" " Kael is going to kill him. He has always wanted to." "I will run if I were Rand." Kael stood up, his body shimmering with a dark energy. His eye showed void. He was not himself. "We need to drag the kid out of there. He is going to kill him!" Dareth shouted, looking scared. "Are you talking as his father or as a mentor?" The king asked, lifting his gaze towards Dareth. "I am taking both. I won't let him kill my son and take his Hakana!" Dareth shouted. He was about to jump the podium when one of the king's guards moved forward with a sword. "Are you going to defy my order?" The king said with anger. The whole arena was silent with the king's words. Except for Kael, who stood still, not doing anything. "If defying your orders means saving my son, then I will." Dareth spoke back at the king. Tiffany looked from where she was seated and still didn't understand why Kael was fixed to a spot without moving. "Why is he like that? Why is he not moving?" One of the students said from where they were seated. "He is waiting and biding his time for the right moment to strike." "Rand should attack if he is just going to keep standing like a moron!" "Attack, Rand! Attack him." One of his friends shouted. "No! Don't!" Dareth shouted, but it was too late. Rand was already flying through the air with his sword stretched out to meet Kael. Time froze. The birds flew immediately. The same at which Kael stood on could feel the impact of Rand's movement. Everyone anticipated and watched to see if Kael was going to dodge the heavy blow. But to everyone's surprise, he did nothing, and the sword penetrated him. [ Student gasp ] Kael groaned in pain and landed on the soil. Rand was surprised and, at the same time, scared. He has never taken a soul before. He drew out the sword immediately, and blood sputtered out of Kael's mouth. Rand looked at his sword as it was drenched in his cousin's blood. He looked towards the king's sea, but he could see the look on their faces. More like they were not expecting what happened. "Yes! He did it!" Dareth shouted. "I know he can do it. My son is the next warrior of this land. The next sword master. Rand's blade shone under her light with an ethereal power as he stared at Kael, who was gasping on the floor. "He did it!" most of his friends shouted, chanting Rand's name. Tiffany looked at Kael, his sword in her hands. "He is worthless! I should have let him die in the woods. He is better off dying there rather than here in front of me." She said angrily. "I guess the fight is over. We know who wins already. Someone should name my son and get him out of there!" Dareth shouted. But suddenly, the climate changed. The air blew massively, throwing sand here and there. Then in the midst of it stood Kael. "Wait a minute?" "Is he not dead?" "What the hell is going on?" "Don't tell me..." All the elders were surprised to see what was going on. It has never happened before. "It can't be. This is not happening." Dareth said with a shaky voice. "Get the hell out of there, son!" He shouted. But it was too late. Kael surged forward, standing face to face with Rand. "You had your own time. Now, it is my turn!" Before he could shield himself, Kael landed a blow to his face, sending him back to the floor. Rand landed with a great thud. His eyes scanning the arena. "Where is he?" He shouted with blood oozing out of his mouth. "Where are you? Fight me, coward!" Rand shouted, looking about. "Do you think you can stop me?" A voice said out of the dust. "Your father killed mine! Brought dishonour to our house, and you are going to pay for his crime!" Kael said again. He landed another punch on Rand and sent him flying, crashing his back towards the podium where the king and elders were seated. Rand landed with a great thud, and blood sputtered yet again from his mouth. "You need to stop this, King Almond. He is going to kill my son!" Dareth said, looking frightened. "He needs to be sent away. He is an abomination." Dareth shouted. He could feel his Hakana pulsate with power as Kael walked towards him. It was evident that the Hakana wanted to go back to its rightful owner. Wanted to fuse with Kael. "Stop!" A voice said from behind, and Kael stopped abruptly. His eye darted back to see some of his friends. "Are you going to die for his father's mistakes?" Kael said, his eyes fixed on Dareth and back to Rand, who was just standing up to his feet. "We are going to kill you. Whatever is right inside of you is going to be ours!" The three friends said, looking at Kael. Rand moved towards them, and they were four in number. "We can take them!" Kael's dark Hakana twisted right inside of him.
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