Seven days ago.
On the edge of the Dragon's Tooth Field, under an evergreen tree.
Jiuyuan Cangya sat quietly on the stone bench, closing his eyes and practicing pranayama. Next to him was his White Fang sword, unsheathed, but overflowing with sword intent. The wind is blowing and the sword roars low.
"You are early." A brisk voice came.
Feng Ke approached with a pot of hot tea, dressed in civilian clothes, with no weapons and no fluctuations in technique.
"This is not an official battlefield." Funk smiled, "It's just a ... Communication. "
When he opened his eyes for a long time, the pair of pupils that seemed to be able to penetrate the structure of the technique fell on Funk.
"You use cards." "But any piece of paper in your hands can kill." "
Funk sat down, placed the teapot and cup on the stone table, and poured a cup for each of them.
"You use a sword." "But your sword doesn't kill people, it saves them." "
"Saving people?" Long ago raised an eyebrow.
"The slashes of the sword division are clean and decisive, never dragging mud and water, and rarely causing unnecessary damage." "You don't swing a sword, you draw a 'line' - separating chaos from order." "
He looked up at the other.
"So you're the one I have to beat."
There was a long silence for a moment, and then a sudden chuckle.
"It's the first time anyone has 'confessed' like that."
"Tactical confession." Funk raised his glass and touched it, "To the conflict we're about to have." "
--The eyes of the two clashed in the air for a moment, and then, as the cold staggered, the cards silently appeared between Feng Ke's fingers, and the sword intent instantly exploded on Jiuyuan's side.
Although it was a non-combat field, the moment the intent collided, the enchantment of the entire Dragon Tooth Field made a brief "click.
It's a rehearsal showdown between two extreme styles:
Solitaire - Unpredictable, infinite variations and almost infinite attack possibilities.
Sword Blade - One hit kills, no delay, speed determines victory.
Jiuyuan spoke slowly:
"Why did you set up a magic department?"
Funk put down the teacup and stared at his palm, the blank cards between his fingers seemed to contain countless spells and possibilities.
"Because I want to build a system that can create combat miracles without relying on bloodline, without relying on strength, without relying on 'qualifications' selected by the old system."
He looked up with a look of determination that had never been greater.
"I want to turn magic into a 'weapon' that anyone can have."
Silently.
Jiuyuan stood and drew his sword an inch, the light of the blade reflecting in his eyes:
"Then use this battle to prove it to me."
"If you lose, your ideals will be shattered by me."
Funk stood as well, his fingers spread and the cards bloomed in his palm.
"If I win - your sword, I will make way for a new era."
The two looked at each other, and the sound of colliding sparks could almost be heard in the air.
The battle had not yet begun, and the smell of gunpowder had spread throughout the campus.
Watching Alfie and Rhein from a distance
"This is ... Rivals in love? Alfie muttered.
"More like - the king's secret talk before the revolution." The corners of Rhein's mouth turned up, "Two lunatics. "
Character Quotes: Funk Leonhardt "The world is not a stage where only the strong deserve to appear. The purpose of my existence is to break the nonsense of 'who is qualified to fight.' "