Chapter 51
Author: Joseph Louis
last update2026-01-03 00:22:25

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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