Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

After eating, Marcus and Maya also became citizens of PeakWicked Kingdom.

The group moved upon Pymon’s back as the majestic bird travelled through dimensions and arrived at the place where Hiroshi and Silvester had decided to start upon arriving in the third layer.

…

The air was sharp.

A wide courtyard stretched between two traditional dojos, their architecture mirroring each other like rivals locked in silent conflict. Wooden floors, crimson banners, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the wind.

Students gathered around in a loose circle.

At the center stood two figures.

Hiroshi.

Silvester.

Both held wooden swords.

Yet the pressure they emitted made the atmosphere feel like steel.

Both became teachers at the two rivaling dojos.

Although some students even had a higher lifeform rank than them, as they were merely at Tier-6, both of them had powerful sword-based decks with depths that could give insights to others, and were given the position of teachers.

“Still using a basic stance?” Silvester smirked, rolling his shoulders. “You’ve gotten lazy.”

Hiroshi’s expression remained calm, his blade angled slightly downward.

“I could say the same,” he replied. “Your footwork is louder than before.”

A faint ripple passed through the watching students.

They couldn’t fully grasp it.

But something about this duel felt… different.

Like they were about to witness something far beyond their comprehension.

…

A ripple of darkness appeared in the sky above.

John, Rudra, Aryan, Marcus, and Maya arrived silently at the edge of the courtyard, standing atop an elevated wooden structure.

Aryan folded his arms, his eyes lighting up. “There they are.”

“Right on time to watch a show,” Marcus grinned.

Back in the courtyard—

Silvester moved first.

A single step.

But in that step, his entire presence shifted.

His sword flashed forward.

Clang!

Hiroshi blocked.

The sound was sharp, but what followed was silence.

Because neither blade moved.

Their eyes met.

Then—

Boom.

A shockwave burst outward, cracking the wooden floor beneath their feet.

Students stumbled back in shock.

“What the—?!”

“They didn’t even swing properly!”

“This is Sword Will! Only SSS-rank sword-based decks have it!”

Silvester twisted his wrist.

His blade slid, redirecting Hiroshi’s guard before snapping upward in a precise arc.

Hiroshi stepped back half a pace.

Barely.

The strike missed his throat by a hair.

He countered instantly.

A downward slash.

Clean.

Simple.

But layered with terrifying intent.

Silvester grinned.

His body bent at an unnatural angle, dodging as his blade stabbed forward like a serpent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Now they moved.

Fast.

Blades collided in a flurry of precise strikes, each movement calculated, each clash sending vibrations through the air.

No wasted motion.

No hesitation.

Hiroshi exhaled softly.

His stance shifted.

The air around him seemed to slow.

Silvester’s grin widened.

“There it is.”

Hiroshi’s blade moved.

Not faster.

But sharper.

A single strike.

Yet it carried a strange depth, as if multiple angles overlapped within one motion.

Silvester’s eyes flashed.

He stepped in.

Instead of retreating.

Their blades met… and for a split second, Silvester vanished.

Reappearing at Hiroshi’s side.

A counter cut aimed at his ribs.

But—

Hiroshi’s blade was already there.

Clang!

Silvester’s strike was stopped mid-path.

“…You predicted it?” Silvester raised an eyebrow.

Hiroshi didn’t respond.

He pushed forward.

Silvester slid back, skidding across the floor before stopping.

Silence fell.

Both of them stood still.

Then, they lowered their swords.

Silvester exhaled, rolling his neck. “Still a draw.”

Hiroshi nodded. “For now.”

A grin spread across Silvester’s face. “Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Slow applause echoed from above.

Both turned.

Their eyes landed on John and the others.

For a brief second—

Stillness.

Then—

Silvester laughed.

“Well, well.”

Hiroshi’s calm gaze flickered with recognition.

“It seems there’s a calling for something grand,” Silvester grinned.

BEEP! A notification rang on Silvester’s and Hiroshi’s wristbands.

“PeakWicked Kingdom?” Hiroshi chuckled.

Silvester blinked. “Sounds like a fun kingdom.”

John grinned. “Yep. We are going there right away.”

The students of the dojo could hear everything.

“Teacher! Y’all leaving?!”

“We just started learning!”

Hiroshi and Silvester looked at each other.

“Alright, we’ll leave a gift here.”

Silvester snapped his fingers as a steel stone in a crystal shape manifested in the middle of the ground.

Hiroshi grabbed his katana, and with that touch, a petal appeared next to the stone. Upon touching the ground, it bloomed into a cherry blossom tree.

Then, both moved like the wind as their Sword Will-infused blades danced.

Silvester carved exotic slashes on the steel stone, as those slashes glimmered with vibration. All swords present in the surroundings hummed and vibrated as if wanting to go there.

Hiroshi trimmed the tree, cutting each petal and turning it into the shape of a katana before the tree glowed with a golden-blue sheen, turning wholly metallic, yet alive, causing all the swords to point towards it.

“There, you can use those instead of us to get insight and training,” Silvester said with a laugh.

“Don’t overdo it. Balance is important,” Hiroshi added.

All students thanked them and bid farewell. Some even cried.

One passing student clicked his tongue. “What is this drama? It’s been only four hours since they were here.”

“You fool. You wouldn’t understand what we missed!”

…

Soon, the gang arrived at the PeakWicked Kingdom.

A massive continent spanning the size of 100 suns, segregated into ten exotic zones ruled by the Ten Monster Sovereigns of John Wicked.

The group was utterly awed by the sheer power of myriad monsters and the utterly exotic biomes.

On the mountain peak, where John had his abode, stretching 1,000,000 kilometers upward like a spear, the group arrived and sat as John explained the event to them.

“So who will be the other four in our team?” Marcus curiously asked.

John smiled and looked at the pond. “Let’s decide that. Hey, kiddos. Who wants to participate in an event where there’ll be big group fights?”

In the map of this continent that reflected on the pond, ten colorful zones pulsed with ten bright lights.

Soon, those lights turned into miniature forms of exotic monsters.

The Sovereigns.

“Master, I’ll take one spot.” An old but energetic voice rang out from a black wolf with crimson eyes that sat quietly in his domain.

“Alright, one spot goes to Alfred.”