Chapter 415: A Creepy Descendant!
"Next applicant, Finral Reeve," Gunther called out.
Grey spun around with his mouth scrunched as if he was holding something in—and he was. A bubbling laughter tried to force its way out, but he managed to suppress it… barely. What escaped, however, was a loud chuckle.
"Reeve?" Grey laughed, holding his belly in mock pain while watching Finral step forward.
"I would love to see you come up with something better. At least it's better than Dumbbell," Finral muttered silently, although it was just loud enough for Grey to hear as he took the stage.
"It says here that Finral is a Stage 2 warrior. Hence, the doll will be programmed to a Stage 3 warrior," Gunther announced as he picked another doll from the racks. He placed his palm on its back, causing the mechanical construct to whirr and hum to life, its eyes glowing faintly red.
"Choice of weapon?" Gunther asked.
"A katana," Finral replied without hesitation.
Gunther nodded and handed the sleek blade over, its polished edge glinting slightly under the coliseum lights. Finral accepted it with calm determination and stepped into position before the doll.
"I hereby order for your assessment to begin!" Gunther roared, swinging his hand down.
Finral burst forward in a flash, his katana slicing the air as he charged. At the same time, the doll sprang to life, matching his momentum.
CLANG!
The whole coliseum rang out as the two blades collided. Though the doll's sword was supposed to be wooden, it clashed with the metallic resonance of Finral's katana, producing a high-pitched ring that echoed.