Tome Tournament
"20 million on Verge." Sparks spoke as he handed the massive pool of money to one of the overseers of the Tournaments betting system. The mon looked at the absurd pile of bit chits in front of him like it was going to bite him.
"Sir, are you sure you want to bet this large a stake?" The bookie, a BlueMeramon asked as Sparks snapped his fingers in his face.
"Oi! I got confidence in the big guy, not many can defeat a Mega like it's a walk in the park ya know." He told him off, getting a reluctant nod from the Ultimate as he put him down for the massive amount. The bookie sending him furtive glances as he rung up his bet.
Looks like he was the third largest bet placer at the moment, second only to two other very rich and powerful leaders…
"I'm placing my money on Angemon!" A Vegiemon yelled loudly, handing up money, several others beside him also joined in to cash in on the new hotness that was Morningstar.
"Yeah, did you see how easily he took down that Sinduramon, he's the best" A WereGarurumon said, also putting down a large sum that he had… 'acquired' from a reliable source
"Did you hear that he defeated a WarGreymon by himself?" A Garudamon brought up, others clamoring to tell ever more impressive tales of Angemon's exploits as Sparks chuckled to himself.
'Hehehehe, this'll increase the odds on Angemon. Which'll mean more of a payout when Verge kicks that angel's ass later.' The Wisemon thought to himself with a smirk, having paid off several mon to place bets and make the Angemon look better than he (probably) was.
A singular mon is smart, but mons as a group are stupid after all.
"Mmmm, 2 million on Verge please." A Digmon spoke, handing a rather large sized sack of money onto the desk.
"Are you sure about that sir?" One of the bookies, one that Sparks had also paid off, asked him in fake concern. "Morningstar seems to be a much better candidate than the Brutal Brawler, you could stand to lose quite a lot with that bet." He said, trying to convince the mon into a suckers bet as he shook his head.
"Mmm, Verge is… far too stubborn to lose to a mon like that." He spoke, the dots clicking in Sparks head as the yellow armor digimon walked away.
"... Auger?" Sparks called out, getting a turn of the head from the drill digimon. The Digmon looked at him, a blank stare on his face, before his eyes widened minutely as he seemed to recognize him.
"Sparks?" He asked, with a hint of disbelief in his voice as he took in the former Candlemon, the prosthetic arm was likely a big help in that regard. "Haven't seen you in a while" He commented, not a bit awkwardly, getting a chuckle from the Wisemon.
"Yep, lots changed since… er, back then" He admitted, scratching the back of his hood "How've ya been? Heard Verge met up with you a while back."
"That he did, even managed to pay back the money he owed me… Mrm, was kinda hoping he would drag it out a little longer." The Digmon grunted in very real disappointment.
"Dude's way too honorable to not finish an oath as soon as he can. Bet ya he would've paid ya back immediately if not for… well, you know." The Wisemon added, Auger nodding as he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Heard you've killed all of Count's posse. Mhrm, nice going there." The debt collector congratulated the mon, Sparks scratching at his wrist as a painful itch emerged from it.
"Tch, all but one." He admitted hatefully, beady eyes narrowing at where his old hand used to be "Still got a score to settle with one of'em." He spoke, Repulsa was Verge's to deal with, but he would make that Asuramon
howl with pain for both what he did to him and Fu.
"Hmmm, you know… Luna won't be happy with you if you do that.'' Auger warned the Wisemon, knowing better to get on the Ice Ultimate's bad side.
"Pfft, I missed the part where I give half a crap." He dismissed, clenching his fist, he wasn't that concerned about the Crescemon to begin with, most of his concerns starting and ending with the fact that she was Verge's sister.
But if she actually thought he was going to let that bastard get away with what he did to his friend. That bastard had killed Fu, chopped her friggen' head off. And the ghost that remained? She couldn't even remember him anymore. For all intents and purposes, his big sister saw him as a stranger.
If Luna thought he'd just forgive that, then she was even dumber than Thresh.
"Fair, let's just hope he gets what's coming to him. Kinda hate the guy too, even if the job says I have to be polite." Auger admitted, not too fond of the former Musyamon that killed one of his childhood friends.
It was only his own professionalism and fear of Luna that he had not sought any payback on the former minion of Count.
"Trust me. Hehehe, oh he will…" Sparks promised, looking up as the Digmon chuckled.
"Flamemon would be proud." He told him, getting a sigh from the reincarnation of Mercuremon that he almost missed, but decided not to bother investigating. The Digmon about to head back and attend some other business he had to deal with, right before a thought occurred in Sparks mind.
"Hey Auger, how would ya like to make a quick fortune?" The Wisemon offered, getting a tilt of the head from the Accountant.
"Hrm… I'm listening." He spoke, greed clear in his tone, the two Digimons soon cooking up a plan that would leave them swimming in bits…
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"1.5 Million bits on Ser Sparks" A FlameWizardmon said, putting up the large amount of money on the table.
"Sorry sir, but we only accept 1 Million at this station." A Lilamon spoke, pointing to a sign that read max and min betting.
"Then 1 million on Sir Sparks then" The FlameWizardmon said, taking back ⅓ of the money as he nodded as he was soon added to the betting pool.
"What name shall we put you down as?" He asked the Armour digimon, noting the frailness in his arm as he scratched it.
"Put me down as 'Lith' please" He asked politely, walking off as several others wished to place a bet on the members of the Tournament, a certain Digmon among them as the Flame Wizardmon walked off.
"And that is how you strike gold." 'Lith' chuckled, sliding back up to Wisemon as Sparks soon took out another .5 million to be added with his current amount. The glow of Slide evolution happening again as an Ordinary Wizardmon soon appeared.
"Hrm, think I'll call this one 'Magnus'." He commented, placing an illusion down as a natural Wizardmon line hand grew from his stump.. 'Hopefully that dumbass Bookie won't ask questions' He mused, going back up to place another bet on himself
Auger was doing the same thing, the two of them having pooled their resources to maximize the betting ring, in return for giving the Digmon nearly 40% of the total profit they would be making, which would likely double or triple if he won the whole thing.
'Thank The Ten smart mon don't run this thing' He thought, placing another bet on himself as he left to get ready for his match.
A few of his servants were already in the process of placing more money on the table for him, to the point nearly half the pool was under his name. 'They'd smell the daemon shit in minutes.' He thought with a chuckle, returning back to Wisemon as he headed out to the entrance.
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An Etemon strides out from the main entrance and hops onto the ring's center, for those who could sense spirit energy they would be able to tell that his strength is enough to be a contender for any of the tournaments taking place in the city.
But not this one, where the best and brightest minds compete for the prize of one of Malkimon's books, and that idea is reinforced when a moment later in the arena's center he raises a microphone to his lips.
"I don't know about you superfans but I've had just enough waiting for the first match uh-huh!" The monkey digimon proclaims, which earns him a deafening series of cheers from the surrounding spectators. He waits until the crowd's shouts have all but died down before throwing out one arm towards the southern gate. "Give a good cheer for! *The Blue Blade!*"
Which is the cue for a blade made of blue flames to illuminate the dark entrance from which said Mistymon, strode forth out of the entrance, his noble countenance and his pleasing appearance drawing cheers from the surrounding digimons, especially the womons as he waves to the crowds as he proceeds his way to his side of the arena.
"With an unbeaten record of ninety-nine straight wins, The Blue Blade famed for his fire which burns as hot as a BlueMeramon's is hoping to extend his record to an even hundred and take home the first place prize!" The Etemon explains, and the crowd goes wild cheering again and once more the cheering is explicitly louder on the womon's end.
"But will he be able to defeat the infamous *Brutal Brawler's* right hand man and claim it?" At that he whirls again, beckoning at the northern gate.
Where an explosion occurred, the large flash causing several digimon to blink the spots out of their eyes, and leave their ears ringing from the noise, as smoke obscured the entrance.
A muscular silhouette emerges from the smoke, and out came the Wisemon himself and with a snap of his fingers, pillars of fire spread forth from either side of him to line up towards the arena's center forming a path, to which the Wisemon danced his way there, music inexplicably accompanying him.
And when he reaches his spot, he does a little spin before whipping his arm up and snapping his finger, causing his previous pyrotechnics to explode into colorful fireworks, leaving the crowd speechless for a bit, before they exploded into an array of cheers that exceeded the noise the Wisemon's previous explosions made.
"Alrighty then that was a mighty impressive show put on by our next contender, anyway at entering this tournament with an unknown number of eliminations from the Mad Tyrant's tournament. We have…" The Etemon points an open hand at the mirror armed Wisemon and takes a deep breath. "Sparks! The Legendary Warrior of Metal, Grand Vizier of Bulwark!"
*The Blue Blade* began walking towards the arena's center his gaze fixed on Sparks, his intent clear which the Wisemon understood and reciprocates, though slightly irritated from the cheers the Mistymon was receiving from the womon's, as he walks forward as well until finally the two meet in the arena's center the two sizing each other up until finally.
"It's an honor to clash against you Sparks, I know your master *The Brutal Brawler* is an honorable mon who I also hoped to test my blade against." The Mistymon said his voice smooth and velvety drawing more cheers from the womons attending the match. He towered over Sparks, which the smaller mon quickly remedied by floating up to nullify the difference in height. The Mistymon sheathed his sword and offered up his hand in greeting… Which was ignored.
"Tch, this is gonna to be a thing with you isn't it?" The Wisemon glowered back in annoyance. "Listen here jackass, Verge ain't my master he's my partner got it?!" Sparks yelled the last part out towards Etemon specifically, causing the larger Ultimate to flinch back.
He was also a little annoyed at the constant cheering womon's were lavishing this handsome Mistymon with. They should've been cheering for him instead damnit! Though he does take a moment to finally shake his opponent's hand, sneakily leaving a small explosive in the gaps inside the gauntlet.
"A foul mistake indeed." The Mistymon nodded before frowning down at the Wisemon's shirtless chest.. "My apologies but you
are the Wisemon that rode on his shoulder in the Capital Tyranno tournament, are you not? I'd thought-" The confused Mistymon asked, to which Sparks replied with "Eh, nevermind."
"Alright if you're done with your pre fight banter, take your distance!" The announcing Etemon bellowed, prompting both fighters to leap back a dozen meters back to their marked starting positions or rather for Mistymon to leap back while Sparks teleported into his side. "Aaaand…" His free hand chops down through the air with a roar. "Begin!"
*The Blue Blade* moved his free left hand calling for his crystal ball, bright blue flames enveloping the sword held in his right hand. His gaze never left his opponents figure, as the Wisemon nonchalantly stands still, not chanting spells or taking stances as a yellow orb circles lazily around him.
Wait just one orb... Where's the red one?!!
Noticing something is wrong the Mistymon swiftly turns his head, to watch as the missing red orb emerges from beneath his cape to absorb his own blue crystal ball, leaving him without one of his weapons.
"Now you're gonna say something like-" As the Mistymon watches the orb return to the Wisemon, he opened his mouth to speak, the mirror-armed Wisemon doing the same. "When did you place that orb/When did you place that orb?-huh?!" Mistymon flinched in shock. The Wisemon had somehow predicted his every word! And now he was pointing a metal finger towards the shocked Mistymon's cap.
"Heh, To answer your question. I slipped a Space-Time Stone behind ya, just before you went jumpin' back" The Wisemon's answer infuriated the Mistymon who replied with:
"So this underhanded trickery was employed before the match even started! I thought as a companion of The Brutal Brawler, you would also understand honor!" Though his indignant reply did not seem to bother the Wisemon who just yawned in his hand.
"Ok, let me just stop ya right there. Technically, I only activated it after the match started. Second, Verge is an honorable guy sure, but ya know what? I ain't him." The calm reply not seeming to mollify the Mistymon, whose sword's flames grew brighter and hotter.
The time for words over the Mistymon decided as he chanted a spell to increase his speed and started sprinting towards the smug wizard. Right closing in however, he noticed something strange on his form.
'A card... No, a deck of cards!, he must have used his red orb to place it while I was distracted.' The Mistymon realised, eyes widening as the cards around his body began to glow. An explosion enveloped the Magic Knight, body blown back, sword flying away as his grip was blown open by the hidden explosive.
As the *Blue Blade* stands up groggily, he watched as a yellow orb flew towards the fallen blade before capturing it. Leaving him without any tools or weapons aside from his own fists.
"You think I'm helpless without my weapons!" The Mistymon roared his body releasing an aura as his muscles bulged and swelled, the effects of a spell being cast ""-one-zero-zero,
Max Body Enhance!" Releasing one more roar the Mistymon charges Sparks his fighting Spirit at an all time high.
Sparks drew a hand back, his hidden face twisted into a grin.
Moments later.
"Winner The Grand Vizier of Bulwark Sparks!" Etemon yelled into his mike as he raised the metallic Mercuremon arm of Sparks, as Mistymon lays face down, his ass raised to the air, much to the wails of the womons attending.
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"Welcome back superfans to the quarter-finals of the tournament for one of Malkimon's Grimoire, and as your announcer I could not be more excited to announce our contestants!" Etemon declared to the cheering crowd, his experience in hyping up audiences at work.
"In the right corner we have this generation's Legendary Warrior of Metal! the Wisemon with a mirror arm! The one and only Consort of Madame Calamaramon herself, Sparks!" Etemon bellowed his finger pointing at said corner, but when he turned to look, there was no one walking out of the open gate leaving him hanging. Just as he was about to speak up, Etemon noticed a Book lying in the arena.
He leaned in to take a closer look-only to be immediately smacked in the face as it sprang open. The Wisemon rose out of his book with crossed arms, and a chuckle of amusement as he beheld the Etemon's prone form.
Rubbing his jaw and shooting the Wisemon a dirty look, orange furred Ultimate swiftly recovered and returned to his announcements. "In the left corner, we have the amazing!, the humongous, the gargantuan and solemn priest, "The White Wall!" He hyped up as he pointed to the left side of the arena at the entrance specially made for digimons of certain sizes, as the enormous portcullis began to rise up.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!* The booming noises that resounded were not the sounds of clashing strikes made by fabled gladiators, nor was it the explosions made by the spells casted by learned scholars. No these noises were made only by the footsteps of the contestant, his enormous feet cracking the stone of the very pavement he walks.
Arriving at the gate the BishopChessmon had to crouch in order to pass through the already tall doorway, his height nearly equal the one participating in the campaign against Vortex Isle, as far as Sparks could see.
It only took a couple of steps for BishopChessmon to arrive at his place in the Arena so long was his stride. With a tilt of his head, the gigantic digimon stared down at his diminutive (compared to himself at least), opponent.
The metal-armed Wisemon matching his stare with a smirk beneath his hood.
"You're one tall bastard, ain't ya?" Sparks stated with BishopChessmon inclining his head in acknowledgement of the fact.
"But ya know, there's this saying'. The bigger they are…" He grinned, fire blazing to life within pale blue eyes. "The harder they fall." Spark announced to which the BishopChessmon once again moved to incline his head. Before he could speak however, Sparks continued on with a smug grin. "And when yer stony ass falls, its weight is gonna crack the whole arena."
BishopChessmon glared at the impudent Wisemon his grip on his staff tightening, but before anything else could happen Etemon intervenes.
"Alright enough with the chitter chatter, it's time for the match to start!" Etemon bellows at mostly the wisecracking Wisemon who shuts his mouth but his smug grin still remains, as he raised his hand to the air. "Aaaand…" His free hand chops down through the air with a roar. "Begin!"
With alarming speed for a mon his size, BishopChessmon took a single step forward then swung his staff down at the Wisemon, his great size and reach ensuring that a single step was enough for him to hit his opponent.
*Boom!* The sound resounds as great plumes of dust erupts from the impact site, but though the staff seemed to hit the Wisemon, the BishopChessmon knew better from experience, as he felt no resistance before hitting the arena floor, thus as he began to pull his arm and staff back into position, the BishopChessmon's head was knocked forward as a fireball struck him from behind.
Turning around, the mountain of a mon spotted the smugly grinning Wisemon holding a fireball in each his hands, and as the *White Wall* glared at his opponent.
The only response he got was an infuriating wiggle of one of the Wisemon's eyebrows and his smug grin somehow growing even more smug, before the Wisemon threw his fireballs once again, immediately teleporting at the last moment before the retaliatory smack of the BishopChessmon's hands slams down at the spot he was mere moments ago.
And on and on this scene repeated itself for 10 minutes.
"Come on Bishop! If this is your best, then I bet ya couldn't even catch up with a Numemon!" The Wisemon taunted, teleporting out of a stomp."What kind of hit was that? Your strikes couldn't hit the broadside of a Vikaralamon!" Another insult given as Sparks teleported again from a swipe from the BishopChessmon's staff.
"Ya know I feel so bad for you, want me to give you a handicap? Nah, even with one you still probably couldn't hit me." The Wisemon said, popping into existence on the BishopChessmon shoulders and teleporting again with his middle fingers extended as the gigantic mon tried to grab him with his hand.
Throughout all of this 'The White Wall's' grip on his staff tightened and tightened, his anger growing with every insult given by the foul mouthed Wisemon, and every failed strike, he knew the Wisemon is probably baiting him to use his magical attacks, and he was well aware of the reflection abilities of the Legendary Warrior of Steel, and he could easily recognizes the Mercuremon arm the Wisemon has, and so sticks his course knowing sooner or later the Wisemon would slip up.
"Hey jackass! Maybe you should work on your aim! 'cause this here? This is just friggen' embarrassing." taunted the Wisemon as he pops in front of the BishopChessmon's face, and of course teleporting just as the palm was about to touch him, causing the BishopChessmon to hit himself right on the face. A clap of the hands as Light blared into his eyes, momentarily blinding him as he rubbed them with fever.
'Alright enough is enough, let's see this mouthy wizard try to reflect this…' The BishopChessmon thought maliciously, before he ignored the Wisemon who appeared at a distance away but still within attacking reach of him just as the times before, The White Wall bends his legs, preparing for a mighty jump and then...
*CRACK!!!, Woooshhhh!!!* as the force of BishopChessmon's jump broke the arena in two as well as causing great gales of wind to buffet the audience, never mind the arena.
As BishopChessmon reaches the apex of his jump, he began channeling the majority of his power through his staff. Bright light erupted from its tip, shining like a newly wrought sun.
"Bishop..." Aiming his staff downwards to the arena floor, the light within shining into an even brighter nearly blinding light. BishopChessmon prepared to unleash his coup de grace against the infuriating Wisemon. 'Let's see you reflect
this.'
"LASER!!!" The gathered light erupts into a furious beam quickly racing to blow the entire stage out of existence.
"Heh, got ya." Sparks teleported directly in front of the light, his mirror arm ready, and with that BishopChessmon's fate was sealed as his attack was quickly absorbed into the mirror, and then reflected back at
twice the power. The airborne giant mon froze, staring at the redoubled attack in utter shock. And indeed, he could do nothing but stare as it came right at him. That is do nothing except quietly accept his loss.
One massive explosion and a very injured BishopChessmon later, Etemon raised Sparks arm in victory.
"After such spectacular mind games, and using his own opponent's attacks against him, the Victory goes to Sparks!" He declared, to many cheers, and almost as many boos.
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"Alright yuh-huh welcome back ladies and gentlemon for the semi-finals of the tournament for Malkimon's grimoire." Etemon announces his grin ever present.
"In the right side of the Arena, we have the trickster of metal, majordomo of the Brutal Brawler himself, as well as the Head consort of Madame Calamaramon, Sparks!!!" Etemon announced and as he turned around to face that side of the field. Then flinched as he came face to face with said Wisemon who'd already teleported the moment his name was said.
Shaking his head and grumbling complaints under his breath Etemon recovers swiftly. "In the left side of the Arena, we have a real dark horse of a combatant here, hailing from parts unknown with two victories in his first ever tournament, we have the armor Digimon Baromon, Doctor Rota!!!" At his announcement a small figure somersaults into the arena, revealing the aforementioned Baromon... wearing a pair of round yellow tinted glasses.
"Huh, so ya trained your body too." Sparks noted making a small comment at the Baromon's athleticism, to which the Baromon responded with a nod.
"Of course a healthy mind resides in a healthy body, so it's a necessity to cultivate both. I am not called Doctor Rota just because...." Before rambling on and on, to the point that Etemon was forced to intervene as otherwise the match wouldn't have started for quite some time.
"Alright fighters take your position." With a nod the two fighters went back to the starting position, and Etemon looked on with a nod before raising his hand. "Begin!" Etemon's hand sweeps down.
The Baromon immediately lunged forward, the fingers on his right hand shooting forward in a clawing motion. One that Sparks easily blocked the throat-gouge with a forearm, before ducking under the Demon Man's sweeping kick.
"Sparks Head Consort of Calamaramon, Grand Vizier of Bulwark, you should know that I, Dr. Rota, am in possession of a special ability which is the reason I am called a Doctor...." The Baromon rambled on during the exchange, causing Sparks to listen in and defend rather than actually go for a counter. He was intrigued by the fact that his opponent was just volunteering to reveal his abilities to him.
Ten minutes later the Wisemon had already gleaned all the information he'd wanted to learn, and was already past regretting his decision to let the Baromon talk and just wanted to make it end. And so while Baromon was rambling, dodged one last open fingered thrust, then threw a Space-time Stone to capture him mid-monologue. With that anticlimactic ending, he threw Dr. Rota out of bounds much to the disappointment of the crowds.
And so the semi-finals ends with Etemon raising Sparks fist once again, all while he mumbled to himself- "Can't remember a word of what he said after the meteor part, but eh. At least some of it was useful."
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"Alright! One last easy match and the journal's all mine!" Sparks mused to himself, rubbing his hands in delight at the thought of getting one of Malkimon's tome's to himself.
Of course, if Verge had successfully convinced his creator to just teach him directly, then the dusty old thing would lose a good chunk of its value. Not that Sparks was ever going to ask his friend to go through with that. Verge's relationship with Malkimon was clearly… complicated.
Still then, the Wisemon was sure he could find a great use for the research notes, and at worst sell it for a huge profit. Never hurts to have a backup plan anyway.
'Alright, now lets see who I'm fighting.' He thought, checking the Tournaments finals. 'Hrmm, looked like i'm going up against one of the Headmasters of Flat Campus here, another Wisemon eh? This should be fun.'
'… I've never fought another Wisemon in a wizard's duel… eh I'm sure I'll be fine.' He dismissed, confident after the complete jokes he had done battle with prior that he had this victory in the bag.
"Besides, I focus on fightin' those crusty old book lovers spend their time on experiments' and borin' stuff.." He chuckled, not only did he have the Human Spirit of Metal, rock hard abs, and a mastery of combat magic that would make most Wisemon jealous. But also had a devious mind that would put other Mon to shame.
What could a boring old headmaster have to counter that?
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"Welcome back superfans to the finale of the tournament for one of Malkimon's grimoire, I'm your announcer Etemon, and let me just say that I am absolutely thrilled to be the one to start this match to end all matches." The puppet monkey Digimon exclaimed to the crowds attending, voice especially loud this round, his Mic letting even those in the very back hear him loud and clear.
"So let's not waste anymore time and get this show on the road, on the right corner we have the breaker of the
'Blue Blade's' winning streak, the fella who made the
'White Wall' crumble like a house of cards, and the baller of the infamous, and very boring,
Dr. Rota, we have our champion ready to hopefully claim his prize today. Give it up for the one and only
Sparks!!!"
Etemon shouted, his voice reaching such volume that it might have been mistaken for a vocal based attack, as he pointed towards the western gate,. The metal doors opened to reveal said Wisemon, who by this point just confidently swaggered to the arena, a confident smirk decorating his face.
"On the left corner we have a very special wizard joining us on this tournament, fighting his way through his fellow Wisemon, his own students, and an odd Monzaemon who it turns out only knew a single spell!, don't know why I bet on him… We have one of the premier minds of the Digital World, a Headmaster of Flat Campus, say hello to one of the esteemed Masters of Magic,
"Anaxagoras!!!!"
Etemon bellowed, his voice somehow getting louder as he pointed towards the eastern gate which opens to reveal a particularly elderly looking Wisemon, his most noticeable trait being his long white beard extending more than halfway down his robe.
Floating atop his book 'Anaxagoras' made his way towards the arena at an unhurried pace, ignoring his fellow Wisemon who had stripped his upper garments and was now currently posing, displaying his un-Wisemon like sculpted figure off.
Arriving at the arena, the Headmaster floated calm and serene, despite the fact that Sparks was currently performing a Front Double Biceps pose at him, as Etemon was now raising his non mike holding hand.
"Young Mage, do not think that you will easily claim victory of this match so easily, I have not gained my title as Headmaster by just sitting around doing nothing… Now stop that ridiculous display of yours, it demeans us all." Anaxagoras admonished the younger Wisemon, a stern tone his attitude like that of a teacher talking to a particularly unruly student, as said Wisemon was now performing a Side Chest pose.
"Heh, and why not ya old geezer? In case you didn't know, I won the first three matches easily. Heh, and guess what? I'll win this one just as easily. So why don't ya just back out now and save us both the hassle." He paused for a moment, but only to switch into another pose. "Plus have you
seen these guns?" The metal-armed Wisemon replied, before turning around and performing the Back Double Biceps pose.
The older bearded Wisemon only tutted his head in disappointment, his eyes reflecting a spark of pity in them as magic glowed from his fingertips, just as Etemon sweeped his arm down with a roar.
"Begin!"
"Alright then ya old coot! Don't say I didn't warn you!" Sparks said as he threw a massive blast of fire from his hands towards the older Wisemon. The ancient, bearded scholar only responded with a shake of his head and a sigh.
The river of raging flame
crumbled, dispersing seconds before it would have impacted and vanishing into nothing more than a warm breeze. The only thing the Headmaster experienced was a bit of dry air ruffling his robes. "Truly a waste of potential, if you had spent more time studying and refining your spells, then perhaps they wouldn't be this easy to dismiss."
"Tch, alright then, so you can handle a basic blast of fire. Why don't ya try to dispel one of my best!
Greater Sparkling-" Sparks challenged, as he appeared to charge up a bolt of lightning only to abruptly disappear, to which the Headmaster only sighed, mumbling
"How predictable."beneath his breath, before turning around, one hand raised as if to forestall something, to which is answered by Sparks appearing with his spell charged.
"-Thunder!" The bolt of lightning that left the younger Wisemon's hands didn't travel very far before it hit the palm of the elder Wisemon. However unlike Sparks' expectations it didn't flow through and damage the bearded Wisemon, instead pooling and collecting into one decent sized electro ball to the shocked eyes of its caster.
"Hmmm, impressive power I'll admit, but shabby spellwork, now please allow me to show you how you
really cast it
Greater Spark-" To Sparks' further astonishment the elderly Wisemon added his own energy to the mix, enhancing it further but the younger Wisemon soon gathered his wits and teleported away as the spell reached its peak.
"-ling Thunder!" But it was all for naught, as Anaxagoras, with his greater skill and experience with the Wisemon's species ability to teleport, quickly calculated his exit point and adjusted his aim.
The moment Sparks popped back into existence, he was quickly greeted with a torrent of lightning racing towards him. At the same time,
something seized his body, stopping him from teleporting again and freezing his mirror in place. Sparks was left with one option, quickly activating a spell once learned by his best friend. A spell that was left behind as better options became available, and one that Sparks had improved little by little over time…
Frame Reinforce!
And not a moment too soon as the torrent of lightning washed over his body, with an explosion of thunder soon obscuring his form.
"Hmmph, what a shame you youngster wasted your time, by making your body more bulbous rather than studying spells and improving your spellwo
-urk" The Headmaster almost choked on his beard, his deriding off his opponent a bit early, as the clouds of smoke and dust obscuring Sparks faded away, the Wisemon standing there completely unharmed, glaring daggers at the wisened mon.
"Well geezer I have to say ya hit pretty hard, I was hurt a bit. Heh, but just a little ya know." Sparks punctuated by pinching his index and thumb together until only a little bit of space was left between them, which only served to infuriate Anaxagoras. "I'll admit, holdin' me in place like that was a nice trick, but don't think it'll work again."
"Very well then
boy, let me take this opportunity to take this up a notch." The angered Wisemon spoke, calling upon some
real Magic to put this arrogant youth in his place.
Light began to gather in between his palms, the spell he had spent many nights from sunset to dawn referred to as 'Holy Light Strike'. but he had improved the technique to a level it was almost alien from its previous shape. And with a weakness that all Virus-attributed Demon-Man species possessed, like the Wisemon Ultimate for instance, this would surely put the fool in his place.
Shooting off with a burst of almost untraceable speeds, Anaxagoras blasted it towards the mirror-armed Wisemon, who only responded by positioning said mirror in the perfect position to send it right back.
"Nice trick old man, but you can have it back!
Generous Mirror!" Sparks' metallic gift from his past life caught the blazing spear as it was almost comedic how quickly it was sucked in, the spell trapped his mirror and soon sent at near twice its original power, to which the old mon only responded with a snort and shake of his head. "Hmmph, are you truly as arrogant as too think you could best
me in this match of spell reflection, you're unfortunately 12 years too young to dream of such things!"
And so a pattern was established as Sparks reflected the spell with his mirror time and time again, the Headmaster returning back at him like the most dangerous game of magic volleyball, the spell growing swifter, stronger, and more unstable, until finally…
Boom!
Sparks was too late to catch the spell and the holy light struck him dead on in the chest, an explosion rippling out with him caught dead in the epicenter, dust and smoke once again forming a cloud as massive chunks of the arena had been destroyed from the after effect.
Nodding at his spell working, Anaxagoras turned to face Etemon, about to ask him to call for a medic that the boy would undoubtedly be needing if he had even survived, but before he could do such a thing, a cough caught his ears as he faced the cloud of dust.
And once again, he saw the younger Wisemon barely harmed, save for minor scratches and burns scattered across his form.
"Inconceivable! How tough is that body of yours?! It's like facing that loathsome chicken back in the Mad Tyrant's tournament all over again." Anaxagoras muttered, amazed at the resilience this being had displayed.
This… this was no mere Wisemon, not even a Master above his forte could walk away from that without injury.
'Could it be… ' He wondered, the dots slowly connecting in his mind, but before they could be allowed to fully grasp the picture forming in his head, he focused on the battle, knowing he could not afford to lose.
"But no matter, if a single spell cannot put you down, then a barrage should be enough to overwhelm you." Anaxagoras declared, abruptly teleporting out of the area, Sparks confused as all hell, wiping away dust and debris as he coughed it out. "Where the hell did that old geezer go?" He mused.
Right before his world became filled with yellow, as the elder Wisemon emerged right in front of him, a bright yellow orb of energy in his hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom! BOOM!!! Left, right, up, down, and even sideways Sparks was bombarded with powerful spells, from every element imaginable.
A torrent of jet stream water cutting him.
Fire hot enough to melt the arena floor.
Lightning stronger than even his Greater Sparkling Thunder spell.
Blue freezing orbs, cold enough to make even a Frigimon feel the chills.
Dark viral energy that nearly corroded all those around it, and Holy vaccine Light that burned like the Sun.
These and many more struck Sparks, again and again and again, his improved Frame Reinforce spell the only reason he hadn't collapsed of any serious injuries. His every attempt to dodge or counter was shut down, the elder Wisemon effortlessly breaking down Sparks' every spell and attack.
But more and more minor injuries piled up, small cuts, bruises, burns and more keep appearing as the elder Wisemon teleported all over the place, never remaining in a spot for more than a single second.
"Raghhh!" Frustrated beyond all belief, from either pain or annoyance at how hard this guy was, Sparks swung his mirror armed fist in a backhand, in a effort to push a spell away, when suddenly the wizened Wisemon appeared in its path, another fire spell at the ready, and the tip of his knuckle hit off across the Headmasters jaw, and with a snap the older Wisemon collapsed like a puppetmon with its strings cut.
Sparks stares at the collapsed body of Anaxagoras with a disbelieving look. "You're… you've gotta be kiddin' me! After all that, all it took to win was a random hit that wasn't even a love tap... that's just friggen' pathetic." He muttered disbelievingly.
"The Marquis agrees, uhu huh." The Etemon mentioned, rubbing the back of his head, equally stumped that this was how such a dangerous match ended "Uhhh, speaking of which I present to you our CHAMPION!!!" Etemon declared, before grasping Sparks hand and naming him the winner of Malkimon's tournament for her grimoire.
Many cheering at what an exciting match this turned out to be, especially after what a letdown the Dr. Rota fight had been.
"Yeah yeah, thanks but if you'll excuse me I've got some R&R to get to." Sparks spoke out to the crowd, giving a perverted chuckle at what his idea of R and R would entail.
"And tell that old geezer he was good, but he would do well to lift some weights!" He told the Etemon, playing more into his persona. The singing digimon just nodded as he blinked out.
Hot spring and Wind Warrior Maids first, then he could get too cracking in this goldmine of a book.
'Oh yeah, got to talk to Auger about our winnings as well.' The Wisemon recalled, hopefully the Digmon would be fine with 80% of the winnings going to him. Greed was always Auger's fatal flaw, but then again, so was his.
And it wasn't like they didn't just win the whole damn pot and quadruple their money anyway, eh, he would figure it out later. Right now, he had a five star session with two lovely ladies had his name on it!
AN: Yet another Omake done mainly by
@radioxaxa and
@Zwart Jaeger once more with some editing done by me.
