I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod
Chapter 87: Blades in Motion

Chapter 87: Blades in Motion

"Stage Three: Begin!"

The machine core pulsed again, and the orbs shot out with blazing speed.

Seenu and Max moved instantly.

Their hands blurred, slicing through the air with precision.

Steel clashed with the glowing orbs—slash! crack! whoosh!—each impact met with clean cuts.

Max gritted his teeth. "I thought this katana was old and rusty... it should’ve snapped by now!"

Yet it didn’t. It carved through the reinforced orbs like they were paper.

The students watching murmured in disbelief.

"How’s that blade still in one piece?"

"Third stage orbs should’ve cracked it!"

Aamir, arms folded, smirked.

"Believe me, that katana only looks rusty. It can cut through a Monarch-class beast like butter."

"What?!" a nearby student gasped, eyes wide.

The third round ended with a loud ding. Both participants stood steady, breathing calmly.

"Stage Four: Begin!"

This time, the pressure increased.

Orbs launched faster, and their surface shimmered with a denser energy layer—tougher, heavier.

Max’s swing faltered. His hand trembled.

"Tch... it’s too hard. I can’t keep up..."

Meanwhile, Seenu moved with smooth precision. His eyes were calm, his breathing even.

Each swing of his katana split the orbs effortlessly.

"He’s... slicing through them like they’re nothing," Max thought. "Is he even human?"

Aamir chuckled quietly to Meera and Kunal.

"Seenu trained by cutting solid rock every day. These orbs are nothing to him."

Max stumbled slightly. The orbs kept coming. He sighed and stepped back.

"I give up. I lost."

The machine paused. Silence.

Seenu lowered his katana, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

"Aw man. It was just starting to get interesting."

Max laughed, catching his breath.

"Yeah, for you maybe! But I was done by stage four. You win—fair and square."

From the sidelines, a voice called out:

"Hey, Seenu. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a turn."

It was Shirou—smiling, arms casually resting on his twin swords.

Seenu turned with interest.

"Really? Alright, I’m in. It’s getting fun anyway."

Shirou grinned.

"Let’s skip the warm-up. Start us from Stage Three—it gets interesting from there."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Wait, what? They’re starting from Stage Three?"

"Are they insane?"

"What kind of monsters are these guys?!"

The machine core reset, pulsing once more.

"Stage Three: Begin!"

Orbs launched again—blazing fast.

Seenu and Shirou stepped forward, eyes sharp, smiles calm.

Steel sang through the air as the next high-level match began—not with tension, but with joy.

They weren’t just fighting.

They were enjoying it.

Stage Five: Begin!

As soon as the stage changed, the orbs transformed—metallic silver in color, and now each release was accompanied by a sharp shockwave that rippled through the arena.

The students watching flinched as the first orb launched with terrifying speed—nearly invisible to the untrained eye.

It was only when Seenu cleaved it midair that everyone saw the true weight of this stage.

THUD!

The halved orb crashed into the ground, cracking the floor where it landed.

Gasps echoed.

"What the hell was that?!" one student yelled.

"These aren’t normal training orbs anymore... they’re like flying cannonballs!"

Yet despite the pressure, Seenu and Shirou didn’t falter.

Their hands moved faster than ever, the veins in their arms bulging from the strain.

Their blades sang through the air, striking the orbs with unrelenting power.

Even the machine seemed different—it didn’t pause after Stage Five.

"Wait... is it still going?!" a boy shouted to Aamir.

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. "No way..."

But then—BEEP!

Stage Six: Begin!

The machine surged with power, and the orbs now launched like bullets, almost impossible to see.

Seenu and Shirou gritted their teeth, holding their ground.

Shirou cut one in half—but the two spinning pieces hurtled toward a group of students.

Before anyone could react, two blurs moved.

CRACK!

Aamir and Sinki stepped in, their fists shattering the flying orb fragments and redirecting them safely away.

"It’s harder than metal," Aamir muttered.

"Yeah," Sinki nodded. "This machine isn’t playing around."

Meanwhile, Seenu and Shirou continued their onslaught.

Sweat drenched their faces, dripping from their jaws, but their blades did not stop.

The crowd was silent, stunned.

Two students standing amidst a hurricane of flying, deadly orbs—yet still slashing, still standing.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed.

Shirou’s katana had a hairline fracture.

Seenu noticed it instantly.

The next orb was coming—fast, direct, deadly. If Shirou tried to block, his katana would snap, and the orb could severely injure him.

In that moment—flames erupted.

Seenu’s sword ignited, burning with intense red-orange fire.

He spun it in a circular motion, a fiery arc blazing through the air.

SLASH!

He cut both his and Shirou’s incoming orb in a single motion.

The pieces flew away—harmless.

The crowd was speechless.

"Did he just—use magic?"

"No way... he used fire! From his body!"

"Is he even human?!"

Shirou dropped to one knee, panting. He looked at Seenu and smiled.

"Thanks, man. If you hadn’t stepped in, that orb would’ve nailed me."

Seenu smiled back.

"No problem. I wasn’t going to let that happen."

Shirou looked at his flaming blade, still glowing softly.

"So... you can use magic?"

Seenu shook his head.

"It’s not magic. It’s my own power. I was born with it—I can generate flames from inside my body."

A heavy silence fell.

Even Sinki raised an eyebrow.

"That’s... not something you hear every day."

"Nope," Shirou said, chuckling. "But whatever it is, I owe you one."

The machine powered down.

Stage Six Complete.

Seenu was declared victorious, but both fighters were applauded like heroes.

Aamir walked over, clapping lightly.

"Nice job, Seenu. You’ve gotten better with that sword."

Seenu grinned, stretching his sore shoulders.

"Yeah, but man... I need something cold to drink."

As luck would have it, a small juice stall was set up near the training ground.

With Shirou, Aamir, and even Sinki trailing behind, Seenu walked to the vendor, exhausted but proud.

They all grabbed fruit juice and raised their glasses.

The rich, sweet taste of fruit juice lingered on their tongues as the group walked through the bustling fairground, bathed in glowing lanterns and fading laughter.

They wandered between food stalls, games, and music, letting themselves enjoy a brief moment of peace before tomorrow’s storm. For tonight, they weren’t warriors—they were just teenagers, laughing and living.

But eventually, the lights dimmed and the energy faded.

"Let’s head back," Aamir said with a stretch. "We’ve got matches starting tomorrow."

The others nodded.

They returned to the large dorm building assigned to the Aryavrata delegation. At the entrance, the group split paths—Seenu, Aamir, Kunal, Meera, Riya, and Raj went to their shared room on the top floor.

The moment they entered, they saw the rest of their teammates already in bed, lights dimmed, conversation muted but ongoing.

Arjun, lying casually with his arms behind his head, spotted them.

"Yo, Aamir! You’re back," he said with a grin. "Excited for tomorrow?"

Aamir gave a small nod. "Yeah... definitely."

He kicked off his shoes and walked over to his bed, flopping onto it with a tired sigh.

After a moment of silence, he turned to Seenu, who was adjusting his pillow.

"Hey Seenu, can I ask you something?" Aamir said.

Seenu glanced over. "Sure. What’s up?"

"It’s about your sword," Aamir said, eyes narrowing with curiosity. "I mean... its look doesn’t match its power. It looks old and beat-up, but it cuts through everything like nothing."

Seenu let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I said the same thing when I first got it. I thought it was some junk metal."

Kunal, Meera, Riya, and Raj all perked up from their beds, quietly leaning in to eavesdrop.

"But trust me," Seenu continued, tapping the sword’s hilt which leaned against the wall near his bed. "It’s one of the toughest blades I’ve ever seen. It’s heat-resistant too—which is perfect for someone like me, you know, considering the whole ’flame body’ thing."

Aamir nodded. "So... where’d you get it? Or rather, who gave it to you?"

Seenu’s expression softened for a moment.

"My dad," he said quietly. "He gave it to me when I was five. I don’t know where he got it from... but he called it The Unbreakable Sword. Said it’s been in our family for generations."

Aamir sat in thought for a moment. "So that’s why it’s so sturdy. I guess there’s more to that sword than meets the eye."

"Yup," Seenu said, already turning over. "Anyway, that’s the story. Now I’m going to sleep."

He pulled the blanket over his head.

Within seconds—

Zzzzz...

Aamir blinked. "Damn. He really mastered the Instant Sleep Skill from Master."

The room burst into muffled laughter.

Kunal snorted. "He’s been training too hard, even in the art of crashing like a rock."

Meera giggled softly. "Guess we should follow his example."

Riya yawned. "Tomorrow’s going to be intense."

One by one, they turned in, the room dimming into silence, filled with the quiet breathing of warriors preparing for battle.

The gentle hum of snores filled the dorm room. Moonlight slipped in through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the floor.

Everyone else had drifted off into dreams.

Everyone but Aamir.

Still lying on his back, eyes open and thoughtful, he quietly whispered, "System."

Ding.

A translucent crimson screen materialized in front of his face, casting a faint glow in the darkness.

Welcome back, Host. What would you like to do?

"I want to know more about the Unbreakable Sword. The one Seenu uses."

There was a soft ping as a response appeared.

Yes. What would you like to know about it specifically?

"Well..." Aamir sat up slightly, glancing at Seenu’s sheathed katana across the room. "Is Seenu’s sword the only unbreakable weapon out there? Or are there more like it?"

For a moment, the screen flickered.

Then more data poured in.

There are a total of seven Unbreakable Weapons in existence.

They were forged by four Legendary Weaponsmiths.

Among these weapons are:

— Three Swords

— One War Hammer

— One Axe

— One Trident

— One Bow

Aamir’s eyes widened. "Seven of them...?"

He whispered, "Who were the weaponsmiths that made them?"

Information: Unavailable.

All records about the Four Legendary Weaponsmiths have been lost.

"Tch..." Aamir narrowed his eyes. "Figures."

He leaned back against his pillow, staring at the screen. "So then, is it possible to find the other Unbreakable Weapons?"

This time, it wasn’t the system that answered—but Luman, the Ai of Aamir’s system.

"Heh... you already know two of them, boy."

Aamir blinked. "Two? I thought only Seenu’s sword—wait... what do you mean?"

"Look inside your own arsenal," Luman said with a small chuckle. "You’re carrying one yourself."

Aamir’s heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he reached into his dimensional space and pulled out his sword—the blade he’d been using for months, unaware of its true origin.

He focused.

"Appraisal."

A golden light shimmered across the blade, and the system interface shifted.

[Appraising...]

Weapon Identified: Black Ashblade

Type: Sword (Unbreakable Class)

Rank: ???

Forged by: ??? (Legendary Weaponsmith)

Traits: Unbreakable | Adaptive Resonance | ???

One of the Seven Unbreakable Weapons

Aamir’s breath caught in his throat.

"...No way."

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