A few more challengers entered the arena, but none of them forced Gray to actually use a sword or sustain a serious injury.
Finally, by the twenty-fourth battle...
"I wonder who will challenge Gray now..." "He has defeated every second-year who stepped into the arena."
"Yeah, and third-years seem too afraid to go in, as none have dared."
Clang!
Just as the audience murmured among themselves, a crimson-haired youth suddenly stepped into the arena, wielding a longsword.
Seeing him, Gray finally showed a flicker of interest.
'Jasmine?'
[Yup. His body has divinity, but it doesn't come from an actual god. It might come from some direct inheritance he received.]
'Does that mean you can absorb it directly from him?'
[As long as you touch him, yes.]
'Good. Wait for my signal, then absorb all of his divinity.'
[Okay.]
Twinkle, twinkle...
Spinning his daggers into a reverse grip, Gray lowered his stance slightly, locking his gaze onto the crimson-haired youth.
"[Spirit Eyes]"
