Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 308: Kaigaku Vs Kael Ashford. 2.

The murmurs of the students rippled like a wave across Ground One, growing louder and louder as more people gathered.

"Damn... even third-years came to see this?"

"Since when do they care about first-year drama?"

"Only when something big is happening."

"Ah... crap. This is bad. Really bad."

A second-year boy swallowed, his throat dry as dust.

"If Kael loses too fast, the third-years will mock all of us second-years too."

His friend slapped his arm. "Forget us—worry about him! Look at him!"

He pointed at Kael, who stood shakily, a faint bruise on his stomach from Kaigaku’s earlier punch.

A girl biting her nails whispered, "Poor guy... he didn’t even start the fight yet and already half the academy’s watching..."

And someone else added, "This is going to spread through the academy instantly... Everyone’s going to talk about this."

The second-years exchanged worried glances.

"This fight... it’s going to shake things."

And they all knew it.

Above on the platform, a line of third-year students leaned forward with amusement in their eyes—

Some were entertained.

Some were confused.

Some seemed annoyed.

Kaigaku cracked his neck.

"Let’s not waste time."

He stepped forward with a heavy stomp—

BOOM!

Dust lifted off the ground, and some first-years flinched.

Cecelia took a step forward and her heart was pounding painfully.

"Kael... Kael, please be careful," she whispered, clutching her chest.

Elysia placed an arm in front of her.

"Don’t go," she said, her voice serious. "Interfering will only make things worse now."

"But he’s injured—!"

"And Kaigaku won’t stop once he’s started."

Elysia’s eyes narrowed. "The only thing we can do is trust him."

Cecelia bit her lip.

Kaigaku pointed his sword at Kael.

"You. First-year. Come here."

Kael didn’t move.

He simply took another slow breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Look," he said, raising his hands slightly, "I don’t even know why you’re so mad. I didn’t do anything to you—"

"That’s the problem!" Kaigaku roared.

He stepped forward.

"All I hear these days is first-years this, first-years that!"

He slammed his foot again, cracking the stone.

"And now I hear some random kid named Kael killed a giant demon alone?!"

Kaigaku spat to the side.

"Prove it. Right here. Right now."

Kael sighed.

"I don’t want to fight you."

Kaigaku’s eyes twitched.

"Then I’ll MAKE you fight."

Kaigaku vanished.

No—

He didn’t use a skill.

He was simply that fast.

"Kael, watch out!" someone shouted.

Kael’s eyes widened—

He’s fast...!

—then Kaigaku appeared in front of him, swinging his fist with brutal force.

Kael ducked at the last second.

Whoosh!

The punch crashed into the air behind him, creating a shockwave.

"WHAT—? He dodged?!"

"Impossible! Kaigaku’s punches are too fast for first-years!"

Kaigaku narrowed his eyes.

"Oh? So you can dodge."

He spun with a kick aimed at Kael’s ribs.

Kael rolled to the side, barely escaping the blow.

Cecelia gasped.

Elysia clenched her fist.

"Good, Kael... stay sharp," she whispered.

(wait... why am I concerned about him?) Elysia thought.

Kaigaku’s attacks were relentless—

Fast punches mixed with swift sword swings.

A perfectly balanced fusion of martial combat and swordsmanship.

"You... dodging me already pisses me off."

He lunged forward again.

Kael jumped backward, his shoes scraping the stone as he skidded several meters.

Students were stunned.

"Kaigaku’s a monster..."

"He’s not even using mana!"

"He doesn’t need to—his body alone is insane."

Kaigaku’s blade tore through the air—

slash—slash—slash—

Each strike was aimed to kill.

Kael kept dodging—

Tilting his body.

Leaning back.

Rolling.

Jumping sideways.

Breathing heavily, he muttered:

"Damn... he’s reading me."

Kaigaku swung again.

"You’re just running—!"

Kael ducked.

"You haven’t shown ANYTHING!" Kaigaku roared.

Kael couldn’t respond—he was too busy surviving.

Sweat dripped down his face.

His breathing grew uneven.

But his eyes stayed sharp.

He’s strong... but every fighter has patterns.

(I need to see his rhythm.

His habits.

His weak angles...)

The crowd grew restless.

Third-years whispered among themselves:

"That kid... who is he?"

"He’s dodging Kaigaku’s sword bare-handed."

"His instincts are sharp. He’s not ordinary."

Second-years murmured nervously:

"He won’t last long."

"No normal first-year can endure Kaigaku’s pressure."

"Look at him—his legs are already shaking."

"Yeah... he’s definitely going to lose."

Some first-years clenched their fists, frustrated.

"No way... Kael can’t win like this..."

"He needs to fight back!"

"Why isn’t he using any skills?!"

One student snapped:

"He probably DOESN’T HAVE any!"

"That explains it..."

"Then this fight is already over."

Cecelia’s heart clenched tighter with every step Kaigaku took toward Kael.

"Please... don’t get hurt more," she whispered desperately.

Elysia glanced at her sideways.

"You really care about him."

Cecelia’s cheeks turned red.

"I—I owe him... he saved me... he came to check on me... and..."

"And Kael isn’t someone who picks fights. Kaigaku is forcing this..."

Elysia looked away.

"...Yeah. He is."

Cecelia’s eyes stayed locked on Kael.

"Kael... please... survive."

Kaigaku Gets Serious.

Kaigaku slammed his foot into the ground again.

The split split.

Kael barely jumped back in time.

Kaigaku pointed his sword straight at him.

"You’re fast. I’ll give you that."

He cracked his knuckles with his free hand.

"But you’re still a coward who refuses to fight me."

Kael gritted his teeth.

"I told you—I don’t want to fight for no reason."

Kaigaku’s face darkened.

"THEN HOW DID YOU FIGHT A GIANT DEMON?!!"

Kael flinched.

The crowd went silent.

Kaigaku took another step.

"Did you kill it by accident?

Or was it a lie?

Or maybe..."

He smirked coldly.

"Maybe you used forbidden dark power?"

Kael’s body stiffened at that accusation.

Cecelia looked panicked.

But Kaigaku wasn’t listening.

"You know what? Show me."

He lifted his sword.

"Show me your real power."

Kael closed his eyes for half a second.

"I can’t."

"CAN’T? Or WON’T?" Kaigaku roared.

The pressure intensified.

Kael’s legs trembled.

Kaigaku charged.

Kael ran.

Literally ran.

He sprinted across the entire arena, dodging swings and punches as Kaigaku chased him.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Is he actually running for his life?!"

"Damn... Kaigaku’s pissed!"

Third-years laughed from above.

"This is hilarious."

"The first-year is just sprinting around!"

"Kaigaku’s going to break him."

Kaigaku’s angry footsteps echoed like thunder.

"STOP RUNNING AND FIGHT ME!"

Kael jumped, rolled, slid across the ground, narrowly avoiding a sword strike.

(Crap. He’s too fast...)

(If I take even one hit, I’m done...)

Kaigaku raised his sword again.

"You’re mocking me. You’re MOCKING the entire second-year class!"

"I’m not—!" Kael shouted while dodging, "—I’m JUST TRYING NOT TO DIE!"

The crowd burst into chaotic laughter.

Kaigaku finally cornered Kael against a cracked stone pillar.

"This ends now."

He thrust his sword forward—

A vertical stab right toward Kael’s chest.

Cecelia screamed:

"NO!! KAEL!!"

Kael dropped to his knees, tilting his body sideways—

The blade sliced through the pillar instead, shattering it into pieces.

CRAAASHHH!

Dust clouded the area.

Kael coughed, crawling away quickly.

Kaigaku growled in frustration.

"STOP RUNNING!"

"If you didn’t swing at me like a psycho, maybe I wouldn’t have to!!" Kael yelled back.

Even some third-years snorted at that.

Kael steadied his breathing.

"Okay... okay... calm down..."

"Watch him."

"Watch his footwork.

Watch his shoulders."

(He always twists his torso before a heavy punch...And his right sword swing drops by 2 centimeters—

That means...)

Kaigaku charged again.

Kael exhaled—

Then dodged perfectly.

A clean movement.

Smooth.

Precise.

The crowd blinked.

"...Did he just predict that attack?"

"No way..."

"He’s reading Kaigaku’s movements?!"

"But he’s just a first-year!"

Kaigaku’s eyes narrowed.

"...So you ARE studying me."

Kael didn’t deny it.

"Better than dying."

Kaigaku smirked.

"Good.

That means you’re worth crushing."

He lifted his sword again.

Cecelia Cannot Bear It

Cecelia covered her mouth, tears forming.

"He’s... he’s getting slower... Kaigaku is overwhelming him..."

Elysia placed a hand on her shoulder.

"This is what Kael chose.

He’s trying to survive without hurting anyone."

Cecelia whispered weakly:

"But what if he... can’t...?"

Elysia remained silent.

Kaigaku roared, kicking off the ground.

The shockwave blew dust everywhere.

Kael ran again, but his legs trembled with exhaustion.

Kaigaku appeared behind him.

Then to his left.

Then to his right.

He was everywhere.

And Kael couldn’t keep up much longer.

Kaigaku’s voice echoed across the arena:

"STOP DODGING AND FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!"

Kael gasped for air.

"I’m not a coward!—I just don’t want to kill someone for no reason!"

Kaigaku’s eyes widened with fury.

"THEN I’LL GIVE YOU A REASON!"

He swung his sword downward—

Kael jumped aside—

The ground exploded.

Kaigaku’s eyes twitched.

The broken tiles beneath Kael’s feet, the dust floating, the way the crowd leaned in—everything seemed to mock him.

"You..." Kaigaku growled. "You’re STILL dodging?"

Kael didn’t answer. He could barely keep his breathing steady, weaving left, sliding back, avoiding Kaigaku’s sweeping kicks and sharp, ruthless punches.

His lungs were burning. His legs felt like wooden blocks.

But his eyes remained focused.

He was studying Kaigaku.

And that alone made Kaigaku furious.

Kaigaku slammed his heel into the ground, cracking it.

"STOP RUNNING!" he roared, lunging in.

Kael ducked by a hair’s breadth. A punch grazed his cheek, slicing open skin. Blood splattered across the dirt.

The crowd jolted.

"Holy—he almost got his head taken off!"

"He can’t keep this up..."

"He’s fast, but Kaigaku’s faster!"

"Kael is dead the moment he slips!"