Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 89 Battling the Senior, Part 03.

The words that came out of Helena’s mouth turned the arena silent. It stayed several seconds until the stillness was broken by a thundering clap from the spectators who witnessed the intense battle.

Rika loosened her grip on Helena’s neck and stood up. She looked down at her lying opponent. The girl was a bit hesitant but reached out her hand in the end.

Helena parted her lips, and she grasped the extended hand. The red-haired girl pulled the senior to her feet. They stood eye-to-eye for a moment.

The two of them held still for a few seconds until Rika bowed her head, then released the grip on her joined hands. She moved her place, leaving Helena standing alone in the center.

From the earlier battle, Rika learned a lot about how to conserve her power and avoid being baited by the enemy. Her earlier battle was also a test of her wits in facing another sniper like her.

Even though both had different weapons, Rika was certain. Helena could take her out on the battlefield without her knowing.

She clenched her fists tight, feeling a chill creep down her spine. The girl halted when she saw a figure standing in her path. Rika lifted her face and found herself facing Cain, who welcomed him with a smile.

"Good work."

Hearing the words that came out of his mouth, the girl’s hardened expression melted. Rika exhaled the tension built up in her chest and punched the boy’s chest, pushing his body backward.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"Shut it, quit with your drama."

Rika thrust her fist once again. She locked gaze with Cain, his calm expression reflecting her current heart.

’I need to do better as a long ranger!’

Cain exhaled a short breath. He watched Rika walk past him while pressing a hand to his throbbing chest. The girl had demanded he shut his mouth, but she’d even forgotten how to control her strength.

He shook his head, then looked toward the approaching person. He was a tall boy, his short blue hair slicked back. Peter glanced at his side, nodding solemnly.

The grey-haired boy shrugged, ever since Louise told him about her past. Cain noticed Peter was on edge all the time. Peter’s intent was laid bare, keen as a sharpened dagger ready to slit a throat.

Even now, the blue-haired boy glared at a particular place. Female cadets surrounded the spot where the fox guy stood.

Not wanting Peter to overwhelm himself, Cain slapped the guy’s back. It made him flinch, tears gathering in the corners of his blue eyes.

"Go out there and let Louise decide the outcome. We’ll stand behind her, watching her overcome herself."

Peter snapped his eyes wide. The leader’s voice was soft, yet it reverberated in his mind like a chant, reminding him not to overstep his bounds.

That’s right, Peter was only a side character on the stage to raise the stakes. So they could deliver a finale that brought a satisfying ending and made the judge, or spectators aside, turn agape.

He swept his gaze around the surrounding cadets. His sharp eyes paused on a nearby girl as she held a dummy dagger in her hand.

"I’m going, leader."

Without waiting for a reply, Peter stepped away and approached the girl, who had stiffened under his gaze.

The boy raised a hand on his chest, giving the girl a slight bow as a courtesy to borrow the weapon she was holding.

"Can you please let me enter the next spar?"

He flashed a disarming smile, which painted the girl’s face a shade of red. She gaped before presenting the training dagger in her possession.

"P-Please be my guest."

Peter raised his brows. He extended both hands to receive the dagger from the flushed girl. The blue-haired boy nodded before turning his body around and strolling toward the middle arena. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He stood in the center, the harsh neon light doing nothing to diminish his composed demeanor. The boy turned his attention toward the violet girl who stood amongst the cadets. Peter straightened his posture, then bent his upper body ninety degrees toward the senior girl.

"Can you please give me some pointers as a senior, Lady Stella?"

All eyes now gathered around Stella. She placed her hands on her waist, feeling fed up with the sudden invitation from her junior.

Her amethyst eyes shifted toward the crimson-haired man across the arena. It was subtle, but the intent behind his calm expression made her nod in understanding.

Peter caught their exchange. He watched the violet-haired girl stretch her limbs.

’So, she takes orders from him.’

"Haa, fine. I’ll be your sparring partner."

Stella let out an exaggerated breath as she scratched her back head. She walked toward the center of the arena, facing Peter, whose sharp eyes eyed her like a predator.

She licked her lips, her fingers tracing the training dagger hilt on her back. Stella pulled out the dagger as she prepared her stance.

"Let’s see what you got, junior."

After hearing the slight provocation from his opponent, Peter took a deep breath and put on his stance. He let the tension in his body loosen up. The boy dived into his subconsciousness, feeling the primal energy sleeping within his chest stir to life at his call.

A loud drumbeat from his chest resonated in his ears. The invisible power residing within his chest broke apart, flowing through his veins to nourish his flesh and bones, strengthening them.

The process didn’t stop there. As the Ether flowed to his feet. An invisible wave, like a radar, spread thinly across the ground. Thanks to that, Peter could understand his position and the position of the people around him within a radius of dozens of meters.

Peter exhaled, his grip tightening on the dagger hilt. He faced his opponent before him and spoke the words.

"I’m ready!?"

In that slight exchange, Stella’s body disappeared like smoke and reappeared behind the boy. However, her every step was transmitted through his sole feet by slight vibration. From that moment on, Stella couldn’t escape his detection for as long as her feet made contact with the arena floor.

’She was standing on my territory.’

Peter shifted his stance to face his opponent behind, as he simultaneously dodged Stella’s thrust that aimed at his nape. He reached out, intending to grip Stella’s outstretched arm, but he was a bit slow. The girl’s figure dispersed into a blurred shadow. She leapt back, trying to gain some distance.

He prepared his stance once again with eyes straight at his opponent. The boy sharpened his senses to feel the tingling sensation still lingering on his nape.

Stella’s earlier attack hadn’t been a sparring move; it was a flicker of genuine killing intent.

Yet, in the midst of the clash, the boy couldn’t hide the grin that appeared on his handsome face. A fragment replayed in his brain: an image of Peter facing the strongest girl in his life, Chloe.

’She’s fast, but she’s nothing compared to my sister.’

After assessing his opponent, Peter took a deep breath and dashed forward into a frontal clash, holding a dagger tightly in his hand.