I am Just an Average Tamer

A fireball crashed into the dirt. A pair of wolf beasts leapt over it, aiming for Rashira. She rolled back, used a Wind spell, and sent them tumbling.

Serena's short blades spun like a comet, while Seyvr now floated several feet above the ground, weaving glyphs mid-air.

Their synergy was tight—but not unbreakable. Fatigue was creeping in. There were too many enemies.

And then—

A burst of air as someone landed hard behind enemy lines.

Corrin.

Dirt scattered around his boots. He cracked his neck once, fingers curling over the hilt of his crescent blade.

Before the closest attacker could react, Corrin had already closed the distance.

Whirl!

The blade snapped forward and hit the hilt on his head. With a swift leap, Corrin stomped the boy unconscious and spun the blade back into rhythm.

The boy turned into motes of while and got eliminated.

Corrin grinned.

"Now this is a party," he said to no one in particular.

Corrin dashed forward, eyes gleaming with a wild sharpness, that grin of his stretching wider.

But instead of locking into a one-on-one, like most would expect, he jumped straight into a tangled brawl—three contenders already mid-fight, weapons flashing.

"Perfect," he muttered, crouching low.

His crescent blade came up in a clean arc. He took his stance.

"Moon Cleave."

The words slipped through his lips as he spun—just once, but that was all it took.

The next second, the clash fell silent.

The three around him barely even reacted before their bodies burst into motes of light, fading into the wind.

Corrin's grin widened.

"Hehe... Now that's more like it," he chuckled, already leaping toward the next group.

He'd barely sent two more flying—like broken dolls scattering across the grass—when—

THUD!

A deep, ground-shaking sound echoed behind him.

He skidded to a stop, eyes narrowing, and turned.

There, standing a head shorter than his shoulder, was a muscular figure. Thick limbs, compact body. Brown hair tousled and swaying lightly in the breeze, and slightly pointed ears poking through. His brown eyes were locked right onto Corrin's—steady, unblinking.

By his side lay a massive warhammer, its head sunk into the ground.

He didn't say a word at first. Just stared for a moment.

Then, with a small nod, he reached down and grabbed the hammer like it weighed nothing, and suddenly—

Dash.

The dwarf was on him.

Corrin's instincts kicked in, barely bringing up his crescent blade in time.

CLANG!!

Corrin groaned. The impact rattled through his arms, sending him sliding back a few steps.

His hands trembled slightly. Muscles numb.

'Tch... a dwarf, huh. Should've guessed he'd hit like a mountain.'

But despite the pressure, he adjusted his stance and let a smirk rise to his face.

"What's your name, dwarf?"

The boy tilted his head slightly, as if gauging whether to bother answering. Then, resting the hammer on his shoulder, he replied in a blunt tone—

"John. John Ironheart."

Corrin nodded, gripping his blade tighter.

"Corrin Duswood."

Then—

CLANG!

The second clash erupted. Sparks danced between them, their weapons screaming as aura flared from both sides.

No holding back now.

Their blades and hammer collided again and again. Trees shook. The ground trembled. Contenders nearby didn't even dare peek—they backed off like scared rats, vanishing before they got swept up.

"Oi! Get outta here! They're freakin' monsters!" someone shouted from a distance.

John swung his hammer in a wide arc—Corrin feinted to the side, then ducked under and sent a clean kick into his abdomen.

John staggered back, but didn't flinch. He wiped the side of his mouth and grunted, before leaping up, hammer raised overhead.

Corrin's eyes widened—

BOOM!

The hammer slammed down.

Dust exploded upward, the impact carving a fresh crater in the earth. But Corrin had already flipped back, landing clean, crouched and ready again.

John didn't waste a second—he rushed again, and the exchange resumed.

Blows. Parries. Dodges. Step-ins. Step-outs.

Another crater. Another smashed tree. Grass scorched, dirt cracked. A wide fifty-meter circle of battlefield formed around them—completely empty.

No one dared to step in.

"They're monsters..." a boy muttered, gripping his sword tighter as he stared from the treeline.

Beside him, another boy—shorter, holding a small hammer—glanced at his own weapon, then at the beast of a hammer in John's hands.

'His is... way bigger,' he thought bitterly, slumping his shoulders.

"Hey hey! Don't let that get to you, man," the sword guy tried cheering him up. "Size doesn't matter, you know? You're... uh... probably faster? Maybe?"

But the boy with small hammer was already done. Confidence dead.

Then—

"AAAH!"

A third contender burst in, yelling with wild glee.

With a longer, bigger spear thrusting forward.

THWACK!

The small hammer boy didn't even get to react.

He shattered into motes of white light, fading away.

The spear guy exhaled, short and rough. Then slowly turned toward the next target.

Corrin gasped.

John's breathing turned rough—his chest heaving like a bellows, sweat dripping down his temple.

"Phewww…" Corrin exhaled slowly, shoulders rising, lowering.

His mismatched eyes—one silver, the other deep jade—dimmed. The color faded into nothing but ink-dark pupils.

His smile?

Gone.

Replaced by something crooked. Twisted. Feral.

"Hehehe…"

A low chuckle slipped out.

The moment it hit John's ears—goosebumps.

All the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Like his instincts screamed at him to run.

But it was too late.

Corrin took a step.

Just one.

Flick.

He vanished from sight.

"Wha—!?"

John blinked. His eyes widened.

Corrin was already in front of him, blade drawn back.

A smirk curved on his lips.

[Abyssal Rend.]

His blade ignited in black-purple essence, trailing shadow and sparks.

John barely managed to bring up his hammer—

BOOM!

The impact thundered like lightning hitting stone.

John was flung back—body spinning midair like a broken doll before crashing into the earth.

THUD!!

KRKKSH!

A crater bloomed under him. Dust flew. Earth cracked. Rocks split.

"Guh…!" John groaned, spitting blood. A cough followed—thick and red. His breath hitched.

His warhammer now bore fractures, lines running through its head. His chestplate? Half gone—shattered into jagged edges.

But still… he pushed himself up.

One leg at a time. His stance wavered, but he held.

Corrin strolled toward him, grin back on his face like he was on a walk through a sunny meadow.

His crescent blade rested on his shoulder.

'Tch... I'm almost outta mana and essence,' Corrin muttered inwardly, his legs a little shaky, his vision swimming for a moment.

'But this fucker just won't stay down.'

He raised his blade again, ready to finish it.

And then—

WHOOSH!

A blast of wind exploded behind Corrin.

Another presence landed. Heavy. Fast.

Too fast.

Corrin twisted mid-step, blade dropping instinctively to guard.

And someone new stood there—shadowed, poised, and calm.

Their eyes gleamed.

****

Whoosh!

Kai appeared silently atop a tree branch.

Arms crossed, expression deadpan.

Watching the scene beneath him.

Chaos.

He watched silently.

[<Not gonna join.>]

Kai ignored it.

[<You gotta eliminate few shrubs, brat, unless your sorry ass won't get admitted.>]

'Just shut up. I know what to do. Keep quiet.'

[...]

[<Tch. Fine. Don't come to me crying afterwards.>]

'Fuck off.'

Kai's gaze shifted down.

His eyes locked onto a stage.

A boy hovered there.

Silver-white hair swayed as wind ghylps darted around him—slicing down attackers, keeping the zone clear.

'He's weakened,' Kai noted.

Body slightly swaying. Breaths shallow.

Shnk!

Kai threw a set of knives.

And then—

Vanished from his spot before the knives even reached.

"Huh?"

Seyvr's brow furrowed. His sense kicked in and he barely tilted his shoulder.

Fwoosh!

Knives sliced through air—

Missing by an inch.

Whiish! Whiish!

Four senbon came in low from the side.

Seyvr grunted and raised an earth barrier—

Clang!

But—

The hairs on his nape stood.

His instincts flared.

Without thinking, he summoned an earth gauntlet, just in time and placed behind his neck.

Crack!

"Tch," Kai clicked his tongue, as his ambush failed.

Then.

Kai's foot slammed into his back.

BAM!

Seyvr hit the earth wall, groaning.

"Ghh—!"

"SEYVR!!" Serena screamed and dashed in, short swords clenched.

Kai shifted back, arms low, daggers in hand.

She reached. Slashed.

He dodged. Parried.

But—

Clang!

His arms trembled.

'The hell?!'

He jumped back, clicked his tongue.

Flicked his wrist.

Shwrrr!

A swirl of spinning spheres flew at her—

Boom!

Serena was blasted backward, tumbling across the dirt.

He turned to leave.

But—

"Gotcha!"

Rashira grinned, as her ice gripped his legs and arms.

Snap!

Frozen cuffs.

'FUCK!'

Kai jerked, tried to twist out.

Then a shadow loomed above him—

HISSS!!

A volcanic serpent, massive, blazing, bare fangs.

Eyes glowing like magma.

His heart pounded.

He couldn't move.

'Shit—!'

It was just few inches away, but then—

HISSSS!!!

Another serpent slammed into it from the side, flames engulfing both creatures in a rolling inferno.

Kai blinked.

Then—

A familiar voice came from behind.

Confident. Teasing.

"Need some help, brother?"

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[sorry for late update, again. Proper update from tomorrow outwards, byye,enjoy.]