Chapter 98
Remillia braced herself as she neared the treetops, adjusting her descent to avoid crashing into a particularly thick patch of foliage. With a final tug on the straps, she managed to glide through a gap in the trees, landing in a relatively clear area. The impact jolted her, but she quickly rolled to absorb the shock and sprang to her feet.
As soon as Remillia touched down, she swiftly detached from her parachute and reached into her backpack and with practiced precision, she retrieved her daggers and placed it on her waist and thigh sheath. She took a moment to assess her surroundings. The forest was thick and humid, with the sounds of distant wildlife echoing through the trees.
One by one, students from different classes fell down near her, there are no signs of her classmates yet so she quickly ran away from them and leaped from tree to tree hoping to see one of her friends while using her skill, ’keen sense’ to see if one of them are near her. Finally I saw Ezekiel fighting another student to prevent his badge from being taken away. I sat down from the branch and cheered for Ezekiel.
"Whooo! Go Ezekiel! Go! Go! Go!"
Ezekiel finally noticed her and shouted, "Aren’t you going to help me?"
I pretended to think for a while, "Only if you’re willing to join my team."
"Am I that crazy to reject your offer?! Of course I’m willing to join you! Now please help me!" Ezekiel shouted while blocking the sword of the Diaspora Class student.
(Quick Reminder: The academy has 5 class of first year students; Agastia, Cosmos, Diaspora, Seofon, and Akasha)
"Okay," I smirked at Ezekiel’s response, finding his desperation amusing. Without wasting another moment, I leaped forward, my daggers gleaming as they caught the light filtering through the trees. With swift and precise movements, I closed the distance between herself, Ezekiel, and his opponent.
The other student, caught off guard by Remillia’s sudden intervention, hesitated for a split second—just enough time for me to make my move. I slashed with one dagger, forcing the student to step back, and then spun to deliver a quick strike with the other dagger, disarming him. The student’s sword clattered to the ground, and before he could react, I knocked him to the ground with a well-placed kick.
Breathing heavily, the student scrambled to his feet preparing to flee but I pointed one of my daggers at his chest, my eyes cold and unwavering. "Leave your badge and go," she commanded.