Bound By Fury:The Forced Path

With a touch of the red button on her desk, after which the room began resonating with a low hum, Sylara Veilheart let her razor-sharp voice drop deep, as if cutting the air.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Bring Captain Imzar into the office."

"Now."

In a moment, the heavy double doors creaked open, and in strode Captain Imzar Arathiel, an automatic focus of attention.

His dark blue uniform shimmered slightly in the soft light of the room, its silver accents glinting. His ornate sword clinked softly against his side with every step; the ringing tones gentle, ringing with authority.

Imzar Arathiel:

"You summoned me, Guildmaster?"

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with an icy, violet light of amusement as she gestured to Akira.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Yes, Captain."

"I have a rather interesting guest today-this brat here is saying he wants the spot of our outside agent."

"Cha-Jong brought him in."

Imzar's bright, flashing blue eyes landed on Akira, thinning.

Lines creased his brow, and a tone of incredulity, mixed with disdain, resounded in his voice.

Imzar Arathiel:

"Cha-Jong, why did you bring a child to meet us as an outside agent?"

Sylara smirked, resting her chin on her hand.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Careful, Captain."

"This 'child,' as you so kindly put it, has a bold streak that I find...intriguing."

Imzar crossed his arms and started speaking to Akira with a hard stare.

Imzar Arathiel:

"You've got guts coming here like this, but tell me—do you honestly believe you're qualified to stand in our ranks?"

Akira looking with a smile at Imzar.

Akira:

"That depends."

"Are you qualified to judge me?"

The room fell silent in reaction. Cha-Jong's eyes blew wide in alarm, while Sylara simply chuckled, soft and openly amused.

Imzar's jaw clenched, and he took a step forward, the air thickening around him.

Imzar Arathiel:

"You dare to behave audaciously here?"

Akira's grin widened as he leaned slightly forward, his voice laced with challenge.

Akira:

"If that's how you take it, yes."

"Why, got a problem with that?

Imzar's knuckles cracked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Imzar Arathiel:

"You came here for a fight, boy?"

Akira (softly, with provocation.):

"No."

"But if you want one, I won't back down."

The air was heavy with tension, the silence an eerie static before a storm.

Imzar's mouth pulled back in a snarling grimace as he stepped closer, his big frame looming over Akira.

"What did you just say?!"

"You think you can take me on?!"

The confrontation was suddenly cut off by Sylara bursting into a peal of laughter that cut through the thick atmosphere.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Ah, this is delightful!"

"I've missed this sort of fire."

"This is how men should behave"

"This is what makes an impression—unfiltered and bold."

"Let's put this to the test, shall we?"

Her amethyst eyes shone as she leaned forward, her voice taking on gravity.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Akira Shoto , Capitan Imzar he's your opponent."

"Show me what you've got."

Cha-Jong, who was standing aside, looked shocked and took a step closer.

Cha-Jong:

"But Guildmaster, Captain Imzar is a B-Rank Warrior STAR! Akira has no chance against him!"

She cocked her head to one side, her eyes challenging him to continue.

Sylara Veilheart:

"If he wants to hold that position, he should earn it.

"You know too that an Outside agent has the right to raid dungeons by himself if he can't defeat a B-rank how you except for me to give him that position ??"

"Nobody is an exemption."

Cha-Jong stayed silent his thoughts racing...

"Oh Guildmaster im not scared because of that im scared if we push him too much that fucking monster will come out again and then it will be a disaster"

Akira's smile dimmed as he shrugged and moved closer, standing in front of Imzar.

Akira:

"Good."

"Let's do it"

Imzar stared down at Akira, drawing his sword out with a listless but conscious motion. It sparkled perilously as he leveled its tip against Akira.

Imzar Arathiel:

"You have no idea what you're in for, kid."

"You are going to remember this day, for the rest of your short career."

But Akira didn't back away, one step closer, his tone reeking of provocation.

Akira: "Big words, big mouth."

"Try living up to them now."

"Or is it all talk and no go, Captain?"

Sylara burst out laughing again this time, motioning to a huge training arena beyond a set of double doors.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Take it to the sparring grounds."

"Let's make this official."

"Captain, if you underestimate him, you'll regret it no one behaves like that without having strength to back it up"

 Muttering under his breath, Cha-Jong followed them with a concerned look on his face. 

"This is madness…"

But Akira's smile didn't disappear as he entered the field, and in his eyes, a fire was already burning because of the thrill of the challenge. 

The spar room buzzed with energy.

The arena was lined with several training dummies and magical constructs, their intricate designs glowing faintly, as if in anticipation of a clash that was to come. Faint scorch marks lined the walls, testament to the skill of those who had fought within.

Cha-Jong leaned in closer to Akira, his voice low but laced with urgency.

"Be careful."

"The Captain isn't just strong; he's relentless."

"He will test you in ways you can't even fathom."

Akira smirked, rolling his shoulders as he stepped to the center of the room.

Akira:

"Don't worry."

At the far end of the arena, Captain Imzar Arathiel drew his ornate sword, the blade humming softly with an ominous energy. His blue cloak swirled as he took his position, his piercing eyes locking onto Akira with unyielding intensity.

Imzar Arathiel:

"Let's begin."

The two faced off, the air thick with tension between them. The very air seemed to crackle with anticipation. Sylara leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes never leaving the scene before her.

Let's see how this unfolds

Imzar struck first, a mighty slash that shook the arena and sent the ground beneath Akira's feet trembling.

Akira danced to the side with acrobatic grace.

Imzar Arathiel:

"Show me what you've got!"

Akira sidestepped the blow and countered with a sharp, calculated strike aimed at Imzar's flank. But the Captain moved with practiced grace, deflecting the attack effortlessly.

Akira:(grinning)

"You asked for it!"

The two clashed, their movements blurring as the intensity of the fight escalated. Imzar's sword sang through the air in precise, devastating arcs, each swing forcing Akira further on the defensive. Sparks flew as Akira's Panthoblade collided with Imzar's, the sound of metal meeting metal reverberating through the room.

Imzar Arathiel:

"Not bad for a rookie."

"But you'll need more than speed to survive!"

He sprang forward in a feint, then slashed upward in a flash of steel. Akira barely twisted out of the way; the blade cut across his sleeve.

Akira:

"Is that all you've got, or are you just warming up?"

Imzar's lips curled into a smirk, and his strikes grew faster, more aggressive.

He pressed Akira back, step by step, his overwhelming strength and experience showing with every calculated move.

Guildmaster Sylara:

(quietly, watching with interest)

"Impressive."

"This young man isn't just holding his own-he's adapting to the capitan battle sytle."

Cha-Jong stood at the edge of the arena, his hands clenched into fists as he watched the battle unfold.

Cha-Jong:

"Come on, Akira."

"You can do this!"

Akira's mind raced while he parried another heavy strike-his arms ached from the force.

"Damn, he's strong."

"Every move feels like it could break me if I slip up if i didn't level up inside that dungeon it would have been shameful."

"But I can't back down-not here, not now."

Imzar pressed his advantage, and a quick kick caught Akira by surprise, sending him sliding across the floor.

Imzar Arathiel:

"I expected more from someone so cocky!"

Akira wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, still grinning.

"He's good-better than I expected. But I'm not done yet."

"Think, Akira. He's fast and strong, but there's always a pattern. I just have to find it."

Imzar charged again, his sword coming down in a devastating arc. Akira stepped to the side at the last second, his own blade flashing forward in a counterstrike aimed at Imzar's shoulder.

The Captain twisted, avoiding the blow, but the faintest tear appeared in his cloak.

Imzar Arathiel:(raising an eyebrow)

"Hmph. You're quicker than I thought."

The spar continued, their blows a blur of speed and power. Akira began to adapt, his movements more calculated. He feinted to the left, drawing Imzar into an overextension, and delivered a sharp kick to the Captain's side.

Imzar stumbled slightly but recovered almost instantly, his sword slicing toward Akira's midsection. Akira dropped to the ground, rolling away just in time, before springing back to his feet.

"He's testing me-probing for weaknesses. But I can feel it. He's not unbeatable."

Imzar's eyes narrowed as he struck again and again.

Akira clashed blades with him; the force of contact shook through his arms. They gazed in the Captain's glaringly blue eyes, his own torch hotter.

Sylara leaned forward, her violet eyes glinting as her laughter echoed around the arena.

Sylara Veilheart:

"Ah, now this is what I like to see his eyes that...determination."

"Let's see how far it takes you, Kid."