Book 3: Chapter 20: The Strongest Human

Book 3: Chapter 20: The Strongest Human

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After the carriage lands, we all get out and begin walking through the plaza towards a large street. One split in two by a river of blood, with an occasional bridge over the river.

When I look around, I find that every last person here is not only female, as I already saw from above, but theyre also Guardians of varying levels. Not to mention varying ages, with some being just between sixteen to eighteen years old, and some being in their twenties.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

Although the higher Class Guardians are harder to tell the age of strictly due to their aging being either reverted or slowed, making it impossible to know just how old they are.

Then theres the one person I can sense looking at us but cant actually see. Nor can I find them with my mana senses.

Class Vs maybe? Or just higher Class stealth focused Guardians?

Either way, everyone is looking at us. And most of them seem either excited or just a little curious.

What surprises me though is that they seem to be ignoring White.

Wait.

I glance at White before noticing a very faint white glow from her.

Damnit, shes hiding her presence from them, isnt she?!

Tar starts laughing in my head from his place in the collar of my jacket. But I ignore him as I focus on Valkyrie, finding her looking at White with a frown, only to shake her head. She then turns to look at the people watching, which is growing in number by the second, and says, Let us welcome our guest as a member of our family!

I blink at that before glancing at the people who immediately start cheering.

Family? What?

White raises a brow at that, not saying a word despite the obvious aggressiveness of her opponent.

Without any hesitation, the Bloody Valkyrie like her name would suggest transforms her entire body into blood, leaving her figure amorphous for a moment before it turns into what looks to be a Valkyrie from old world Norse mythology with large eagle-like wings stretching on both sides of her. A mythology that I find rather interesting.

Even her armor changes slightly to match, not that it wasnt already similar to a Valkyries armor. Although black and red in color. And her wings are red too.

Meanwhile White just stands there with her hands in her pockets, seemingly not caring much about the battle. She even yawns once, which very much seems to piss off Valkyrie as she immediately forms a large spear of blood in her left hand along with a sword in her right before suddenly breaking the sound barrier and quite literally vanishing from where she was, only for our sight of the inside of the barrier to suddenly slow down to a pace where we can actually see. Because if it wasnt, then theyd be moving faster than Id be able to see at all.

All of the members of the Garden immediately start cheering for their leader, but they all go silent just as quickly when White just yawns again before pulling one of her hands out of her pocket and coating it in a milky white energy and swiping it in front of her, apparently hitting both of the Valkyries weapons and erasing them from existence back to back. The Bloody Valkyrie then continues flying towards White, her eyes widening in shock for a moment only for her to narrow them again and quickly pull her fist back to punch White.

White shakes her head with a slightly disappointed look, following which her eyes flash with a bright white light, illuminating the entire hall and blinding everyone. And by the time the light fades, the Bloody Valkyrie is already gone, soon respawning in a daze at the starting location of the training hall, opposite White.

No one says anything. No one even makes a sound.

Instead everyone just stares. Stares at the woman clad in a white shirt with a black jacket and black pants, her right hand already returning to her pocket as if that battle wasnt worth her time.

I feel more than a little fear at that demonstration, but the stronger emotion I feel right now is respect.

Respect for the strong. For her power.

Along with a driving urge to get that powerful one day myself. Because my pride demands it of me.

I demand it of myself.

White turns and looks at me with a light smile; one that grows a little bit when she sees the awe and determination on my face.

The strongest human in existence.