Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

Two Auras. Both with special characteristics.

One was a bright pink flame. The other was a fluidic metallic silver.

But both of them were unique.

His bright pink flames were fierce. Brighter and bigger than most normal flame-type Auras.

His opponent's Aura was a heavy fluid. Opposite of his burning one.

It was like some kind of melted metal.

Heavy. Thick. Strong. Beautiful...

They both looked amazing in the eyes of spectators and their hearts couldn't help beating faster because of this spectacular scene.

They also saw the changed look in both their eyes... the eyes covered with sparks.

They all knew what this was... the confirmation of two people having fully entered [ZONE].

This was something they had only rarely seen, and just this much made their heartbeat race like crazy.

They just wanted to look at this look, at this form, of the two people and engrave it in their minds. They knew if they could just observe them for a while, they will reach some new heights.

Just that… their racing hearts and eyes could only perceive the two of them for a brief moment.

Their stop didn't last long and the two inside barriers just vanished for real this time.

They weren't there anymore. Their eyes couldn't perceive them at the very least...

The inside of the barrier looked silent for a while, but that too was just for a moment.

-Kruuu. Kruuu. Krushhhhhhhhh!

The spectators heard a cracking voice first and then the barriers of the stronger mages started shattering down one by one.

At the same time...

-Xiu. Xiu. Xiu. Xiu.

They heard the loud sounds of arrows moving through the air, cutting it with a speed that seemed unreal.

But the more unreal thing in all this... was the number of arrows they heard and the number of arrows that started appearing on the ground… were far different from each other.

If they heard one arrow being released, then there were at least six new arrows on the ground.

And by now, almost the whole of the area inside the barrier had been fully covered by these arrows.

There was almost no place to even step on these arrows, so the two of them either had to just fly or lightly step on these arrows.

There was no sound audible to most of these people, so they had already given up and most of them were just trying to recover their eyes with potions or the water mage's healing skills.

It wasn't enough to fully recover their vision, but this was enough as first aid, at the very least.

Most had given up at this moment, but the two ladies at the front and some members of knight and mage groups were still staring inside that crazy barrier.

There were drops of blood flowing down their eyes, the blood vessels in those eyes almost covering the white area of their eyes, making them red.

They all might prominently lose their eyes if this goes on, but they were adamant about following them to the end.

This was foolish, and the dots of unique lights in their eyes were their reward for this foolishness.

A few of these foolish people were experiencing a totally new realm because of their foolishness, but the smiles on their faces and quick heartbeats were enough to tell they didn't regret their decisions.

The two ladies knew something like this would happen, but they didn't look back at them after the start of this fight.

Their eyes were locked on the two people inside the three remaining barriers.

The two of them were witnessing a truly exciting fight between some of the rarest kinds of people right now.

Their fight was simple yet... indescribably beautiful.

They used the most basic of their weapon techniques.

The young boy just moved after seeing the shortest route and shot the arrows after deciding on his targets.

The older adult man, knight captain, used his sword simply, but just those simple but precise cuts, slashes, and stabs were perfectly executed.

Both their battle senses seemed to be on the same level, which was absurd when thinking about it.

The young boy was actually young and the knight captain was a bit older than he looked.

But this battle sense, the way they both predicted and reacted to each other's attacks, was incomprehensible for both of the ladies.

They were excellent strong fighters themselves, but even they failed to understand this impeccable battle between a well-known swordsman and a young magic archer who wasn't using magic.

...he wasn't using magic.

And they understood that it was only because he wanted to win this fight, no matter what.

He was giving his very best because he still wasn't strong enough to use his physical powers and magical powers at the same time, with similar proficiencies.

His pure archery was unreal.

His knowledge of magic and spell constructions was phenomenal.

He could bring out most of his strengths because of his abundant battle experience and survival instincts.

He could instantly cast the recorded spells in his unique brain that didn't make any sense, however one looked.

He was special... but he was still weak.

He was weak. His stats were all low compared to people like this knight captain. And he was still lacking in many ways.

He might be strong, but he wasn't even the strongest in this house.

But he sure was the most special one and no one would disagree with this... except himself, of course.

He loved his sister too much, so she was the most special one to him.

But that aside...

Both of them were using their Aura-covered weapons and the ladies could see all the things the two were doing.

A bow covered in a pink Aura fired special arrows that absorbed the strength of the Aura and shot at his opponent.

A sword covered in a metallic silver Aura that easily cut through the strong arrows that were difficult to even perceive by normal means.

The boy fired three to six arrows at once and rarely shot a single arrow, too, but his arrows couldn't even leave a scar on him.

At least it couldn't before they started using Aura.

Now… there were scars on the knight captain's face and bare body parts.

Small and not much deep, but… he was definitely bleeding.

On the other hand, the boy had deep cuts on his hands... not because of the sword, but because he used his bow and arrows in that absurd way.

He should have worn some kind of gloves, but, well, he was bleeding from the scratches and cuts by his bowstrings.

Thankfully, a weird green light was healing the wounds constantly, so he was fine.

His eyes were sharp, and he had been using his shadow-diving skill for a while now.

That was the only skill he used in this time they were fighting and this healing skill.

But the Mana using had long crossed the Mana regeneration speed, so there wasn't much time left for him.

He knew he will soon reach his limits, and the opponent wasn't giving him any chance to deal a final blow before forfeiting.

It was a wonderful fight, but he had to finish quickly. He had many other gifts to find, but he couldn't use up all his strength, stamina, and concentration here.

The two ladies could see he was trying his best, but they didn't know his thoughts.

But his opponent was just that much strong even though he wasn't even using 30% of his strength…

The captain of knights of the house of Heliox.

He was strong, calm, talented, and definitely amazing.

He didn't use his signature defensive swordplay throughout this fight.

The opponent was just a young child, so there was no way he would need to use something that could block even a drake's breath, so it was fine.

He used the basic form of his special heavy Aura which was a surprising thing in itself.

He could already feel that his pink Aura was special. So special that his lowly (level-11) sword might not be able to survive those special arrows that broke through his (Blue) ranked passive skill [Adamantium Skin].

This young boy forced him to use his Aura, and that much was more than enough to earn his deep respect.

But the battle sense this boy had...

'I can't help thinking his teacher almost practically killed him during their training.

There's no other way to explain that fire in those bright eyes, those automated micro-movements, and his calmness even in this situation.'

He was well aware of the fact that the boy before him was strong, special, and interesting.

He was also mysterious and weird, but he didn't think much deeper about this.

He wanted to fight him and he did fight him.

This 'spar', this great battle was satisfying for him... more than satisfying, actually.

He had fun after a long time. Genuine fun~.

He was happy so... he wanted to finish his strong opponent, who was finding a gap in his defense for a while for a finishing move for a while.

He was an amazing archer, even without his magic.

Magic archers. They were rare, and he had seen few throughout his whole life.

This young boy was one of those magic archers, but his mastery in pure archery was nothing less than a master walking the path of bow and arrow.

'Whoever his master was, whatever their method, they taught him better than anyone else could have.

Something beyond human understanding... something phenomenal.'

He didn't know their objective in teaching so thoroughly to this young child, no... this master.

He didn't know it, but he was grateful for whatever they did.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face for a moment when he thought about the future where his master, the one before him right now, would grow enough to use his amazing magic and archery with equal power.

How great would it be when he can shoot spell arrows in a similar high-intensity fight like this one?

This thought had just crossed his mind for a small moment... which was his unexpected mistake.

The boy fighting with him had been thoroughly observing his every single movement, and they were just that great.

He hadn't even thought when moving his sword for all this time, almost instinctively doing everything in this state of [ZONE].

He was an amazing person, and he respected him greatly.

This match had been tough, and he was just thinking of giving up when... he saw a gap in his attacks.

It was more of a pause rather than a gap as if he suddenly had a weird thought, but whatever it was, the smile on his face deepened by this.

'Well, thanks.'