The Poet's System
Chapter 84: Daylan and Medora

Chapter 84: Daylan and Medora

"I won’t hold back. I can always heal you after breaking a few bones," Medora said with a smirk, summoning her sword as flames from her aspect spread throughout the room.

Daylan stood before her, giving a lazy look.

Without hesitation, he extended his hand and conjured a revolver. In the same breath, he pulled the trigger, unloading every bullet at her with a smirk.

Medora dropped to one knee in an instant, clutching her shoulder.

"You can heal yourself too, right?" Daylan teased.

Medora slowly rose to her feet, her smile deepening. "My flames can melt metal now—and I knew you’d pull a cowardly trick like that."

She dropped to one knee and picked up the melted bullets, letting them run through her fingers like water. "Any of your silly tricks that involve metal... including your dagger."

Daylan let out a sigh and began stretching his muscles. He glanced to his right at Asaemon, still lying on the floor with a protective barrier around him, then to his left at Pry, who stood as their officiator.

"Can you two fight already?" Pry snarled before rushing toward Asaemon and slipping into his barrier.

Daylan’s eyes narrowed as he held his stance—and so did Medora. In a flash, he dashed toward her, closing the distance and unleashing a flurry of strikes. He didn’t pause; each blow flowed into the next. Medora stayed sharp, doing nothing more than parrying his attacks with her sword.

Before long, the force behind Daylan’s strikes surged. With each block, Medora was pushed farther back on her feet. In an instant, the flames in the room whirled around them, forming a fiery cyclone—but Daylan didn’t flinch. He was waiting for his Cyclone Knuckle to finish things. Then, out of nowhere, instinct kicked in. He flipped back, creating distance between himself and Medora.

He glanced at his skin—his clothes were intact, but his skin felt uncomfortable. He realized the hair on his body had been burnt, and his hair now looked redder and softer.

Medora gave him no time to think before launching a fireball at him. Daylan rolled on the floor to dodge it. Instantly, he teleported midair and shattered the newly installed lantern. Without missing a beat, he teleported behind Medora and struck her in the rib cage.

What followed the strike was a barrage of attacks, slamming into her from every direction as she struggled to pinpoint where the next blow would come from.

Daylan didn’t give her a moment’s rest. Though she healed the pain from each attack, she couldn’t deny the impact both before and after each strike.

He gathered all his strength and delivered a devastating blow that sent her crashing into the wall, the impact cracking the surface beneath her.

Before she could even process her situation, Daylan was already in front of her. He activated both Spiral Form and Form Mind, locking eyes with her dimming gaze. But before he could manipulate her, the room burst into light—and a massive fireball slammed into him.

Little did he know, Medora was purposely absorbing all his strikes. While he focused on attacking, she summoned her flames to create multiple lanterns around the room—and prepared a sneaky counterattack of her own.

Now Daylan lay struggling to get to his feet, but that didn’t matter to Medora. She wasted no time, launching a relentless barrage of strikes—her fists and fireballs moving him from one blow to the next. For the next few minutes, he was nothing more than a bull trampling a rabbit.

"Just say ’I give up,’" Medora repeated over and over, but Daylan ignored her. His pitiful expression didn’t slow her down—she kept beating him to a pulp.

However, Daylan twisted his shoulder from the fireball strike, desperately needing a moment to reposition—but Medora gave him none. Losing wasn’t an option, so he had to try the hard way.

Medora struck him with the side of her sword, sending him crashing to the ground. As Daylan struggled to rise, she dashed forward—but he seized the moment, bracing himself to meet her charge with his shoulder.

It sent him crashing to the ground, but Daylan quickly hurled himself back up, a smile on his face. He was ready to end it all.

He locked eyes with Medora as she launched a fireball at him. Daylan conjured sleeping powder, then instantly teleported in front of her and pressed his palm to her nose.

She turned to Daylan, her eyes glazing over as she stared at his mocking smile.

"You coward..." she muttered before collapsing to the floor.

Pry immediately lunged at Daylan, landing several hits. "That wasn’t a fair fight."

"Leave him be. He won."

Their attention snapped to Blind, who stood behind them. "Exactly..."

Pry immediately released Daylan and strode toward Blind. "Was that a fair fight to you?"

Blind shrugged. "He used his abilities. What’s wrong with that?"

She snarled, "Figures—all the men around here are cowards."

Blind gave Daylan a thumbs-up with a smile, and Daylan returned the gesture. Then he turned to Medora and carried her to her room, while Pry and Blind headed outside.

The moment he placed her down, he searched for a healing ointment Asaemon had prepared and applied it to his body. When he looked back, he saw Blind placing enchanted stickers, holding a jar of red substance as he carefully applied them.

"What are those?"

"This is for your next and final training," Blind muttered.

Daylan stared at him, baffled, his mind racing through a flood of thoughts.

"You guys can see the future, right?"

"Yes, only Ranveer can."

"So that means she knew Asaemon would go berserk—and maybe even what would happen in my trial?" His voice grew grim and somber.

Blind paused mid-sticker and turned to him. "Everyone’s final trial is sacred—to humans, Ascendants, and even gods. The only one who truly knows is your system. Even then, there’s more to seeing the future than you think."

He turned back to paste the stickers. "Each person’s actions can change their future, so the future she sees today might be different tomorrow. Except for a few things that are bound to happen—usually, consequences tied to many actions, like the fallout from a city’s wrongdoing."

Daylan’s expression shifted as he stepped closer to help.

"Ranveer doesn’t always watch the future, though it comes to her anyway. Since she’s the Ascendant of Pry, she rarely sees the details—too much to bear, or it might kill her."

Daylan turned to him while pasting some of the stickers. "So how did you know the relevant training I needed?"

"I’m simply thinking about what I’d use to break you if I were your system."

"Okay... why are you training Medora, though? I’ve been thinking about it, and I don’t think it’s for nothing."

Blind giggled. "Your roles as Divine Arches are important for reasons I can’t explain now. So he needs to close the strength gap. Just focus on saving your father, alright?"

Daylan hesitated for a moment, then gave him a firm nod. Their conversation continued, shifting tones as they worked hard.

Before evening broke, they finished pasting the stickers and applying the red substance.

They had gone through every room in the house, placing over a hundred stickers on the walls and all the furniture.

It didn’t take long before Medora woke up. She went straight to them and demanded a rematch—Daylan had to fight her head-on, like a man. But Blind denied her request.

It stung her as she spent the whole day calling Daylan a coward. Still, Daylan remained proud of his win, reminding her he’d do it a thousand times if they fought that many.

However, the teasing and constant requests for a rematch stopped the next day, as Medora prepared to leave for the royal capital.

"Here’s what happened," Blind said to Medora as she stood by her carriage, dressed in a ragged, dust-covered uniform. "After killing the A-rank monsters, you were ambushed by S-rank ones. They trapped you, and Daylan was nowhere in sight. You fought, killed a few, and escaped. That’s your story."

He paused. "Your current state will be convincing enough—especially with Alucard present."

She nodded, but her expression darkened. "When will Daylan be coming, though?"

They both turned to see Daylan standing behind them, arms folded across his chest.

"Everything depends on him—and how long he takes to complete the final trial."

Medora locked eyes with Daylan, narrowing her gaze.

"You better come soon... and unscathed."

Daylan gave her an awkward smile. "Don’t worry... as long as I stick to my silly tricks, the system will be my bitch."

Medora sighed, gave him a nod, and climbed into her carriage.

"Alucard will tell you everything you need to know," Blind said as the carriage began to roll away.

Daylan couldn’t shake the discomfort of Medora’s absence—and it was clear it bothered her too. But they both understood that they had different roles to play, and they had to play them well.

Blind tapped Daylan on the shoulder. "Your final training starts now."

In an instant, Daylan collapsed to the floor—it felt as if three mountains had dropped onto him at once.

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