Reborn as Lucas : TBATE FanFic

Professor Glory POV:-

"These two... they're monsters disguised as humans," I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from Lucas and Arthur as they finally stopped their fierce clashes. They stood there, swords lowered but eyes locked, as if peering into each other's very souls.

I had always expected this level of intensity from Lucas—rumors about his brutal training within the Wykes family weren't far-fetched. But Arthur? What kind of life had he led to become this powerful? It wasn't the kind of monstrosity you'd expect from a teenager. There was something far deeper, far darker, behind those eyes.

As I glanced around, it was clear that the others had been just as captivated by the fight. None of them had moved; they were so entranced by the duel that they'd forgotten they were supposed to be in battle themselves.

It was hard to blame them—witnessing that kind of raw power, that kind of sheer, unfiltered skill, would leave anyone paralyzed.

I sighed, shaking my head. What more could we expect from two fighters who seemed to be on an entirely different level?

Looking back at Lucas and Arthur, I watched as they casually dusted off their clothes, storing their weapons as if nothing significant had happened.

The primal energy that had radiated from them just moments before was gone, replaced by a quiet respect. It was almost unsettling how quickly they could switch from fierce warriors to calm, composed individuals.

The others slowly began to stir, realizing that the battle over. It was clear that the intensity had been drained from the field.

Everyone now knew there were levels of power they couldn't yet comprehend—levels that Lucas and Arthur had already reached.

I glanced at the time—thirty minutes had passed already. Half an hour of relentless energy, and now, as I looked forward, both Lucas and Arthur stood there, carefree, as if the battle had been nothing more than a casual exercise. Everyone's eyes were on them, the awe unmistakable.

I shouted, cutting through the stunned silence, "Time's up, everyone!"

The announcement seemed to pull the others out of their daze. Claire and Curtis both wore disappointed expressions, likely frustrated at how little they'd contributed to the battle. The crowd, still processing what they'd witnessed, seemed hesitant, their previous enthusiasm drained away.

"What happened to your energy?" I yelled, trying to rouse them. My gaze shifted back to Lucas and Arthur, who were now casually talking as if they hadn't just shaken the very foundation of the training field.

"You guys far exceeded my expectations," I muttered to myself, realizing that these two might very well be the powerhouses of the next generation.

As I continued to assess the fight, it became clear that the two complemented each other in a way that only rivals could.

I hadn't seen their mana affinities in action yet, but instinctively, I believed Lucas would be stronger in that field. When it came to swordsmanship, though, the contrast was striking.

Lucas's style was ruthless, his attacks ferocious and instinct-driven, powered by raw strength and aggression.

In contrast, Arthur's movements were elegant, each strike calculated and precise, as if guided by a perfect rhythm. He aimed for vital points with surgical precision, countering Lucas's brutality with an almost graceful fluidity.

They were two sides of the same coin—a balance of force and finesse. And that, more than anything, made me certain they'd push each other to new heights.

"Your sword style is rough like you don't care..." I began, glancing at Lucas, intending to point out his shortcomings. But before I could finish, a student nearby interrupted.

"Wait, wasn't he supposed to be a conjurer?" the student asked, puzzled.

Another chimed in, "He's registered as a conjurer in the Adventurer Guild." If he's a conjurer than thats out

The murmurs spread through the crowd, and I could see curiosity building. Lucas grinned mischievously. "Yes, ma'am," he confirmed, his tone playful yet confident.

That's when it struck me—Lucas had a pretty damn good face, sharp and proud. If I compared his features to Arthur standing beside him, who also had a remarkable presence, the contrast was clear.

Arthur had that princely vibe, refined and noble, while Lucas exuded a prideful, rich young master aura.

"Shut it, Glory. What the hell are you thinking?" I muttered to myself, snapping back to the moment. I needed to focus on my job and stop getting distracted by comparing my students.

I turned my attention back to Lucas, my voice firm but not unkind. "Where was I? Ah, yes. You need to start focusing more on your swordsmanship. Raw power won't always save you."

Lucas nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a more thoughtful expression. I could see the gears turning in his head, considering my advice. It was clear that beneath his playful exterior, he took his training seriously, especially when it came to improvement.

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No complaining I know this Chapter is a bit Mid but right now im busy. 15/Aug/2024

I'll be offline for 2 weeks Sorry Guys but my cousin died so I won't be able to update it for a while.😤