Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 70: Hand To Hand (3)

The tension on the training grounds shifted yet again.

Luneth had dismantled Vivienne without much effort, and now—Sera looked like she just wanted more.

Lindarion had seen it coming the moment Vivienne hit the ground.

This wasn't about rankings, wasn't about rivalry—Sera wanted a real fight, between the strongest students.

Her burning red eyes locked onto him.

"Sunblade. You're up."

Lindarion exhaled.

'Of course…who would've thought. This is just my luck.'

Some students straightened, others whispered, sensing the weight of what was about to happen.

Cassian muttered under his breath, "Oh, she's just throwing you to the wolves now."

'What the hell is he talking about?'

Lindarion ignored him.

He had fought before—real fights, life-or-death fights.

Luneth?

She fought like someone who had never struggled, never needed to desperately survive.

She moved like she had always been in control.

And now?

Now, he was about to show her what it meant to not be in control for once.

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Sera's smirk widened as she turned to Luneth.

"And since you're on a winning streak, let's see if you can keep it going."

Luneth, as always, didn't react.

She simply stepped forward.

No hesitation. No fear.

That was fine.

Lindarion had fought people like that before.

They always thought they wouldn't lose.

Until they did…

Erebus taught him lots of things. Torturing methods, how to properly kill, how to kill silently. Of course that wasn't just with bare hands.

Sera clapped her hands together, grinning.

"Alright, same rules! No weapons, no magic! Just skill!"

She took a step back.

"BEGIN!"

Neither of them moved first.

The air between them felt thicker, heavier than it had for any of the previous fights.

Luneth's dark eyes were unreadable.

Lindarion simply watched.

He wasn't going to fight seriously.

Not yet.

Then—

Luneth suddenly shifted.

It wasn't a charge, not even a true attack.

Just a single silent step.

She was testing the waters.

Lindarion tilted his head slightly, not reacting.

Another step.

This time, he adjusted his stance—just barely.

But Luneth noticed.

She moved.

Fast.

Her palm flicked toward his ribs, clean and efficient, no wasted motion.

Lindarion let it hit, it didn't hurt for him, nor did he react to it.

It wasn't a test for him. It was a test for her.

Luneth barely reacted, immediately following up with a sharp elbow toward his side.

Lindarion sidestepped—effortlessly.

Her attack brushed past him, missing by inches.

For the first time, Luneth's eyes flickered.

Lindarion exhaled.

She's actually pretty good despite me holding back.'

She had fought Vivienne. Cassian.

But none of them were him, Lindarion was built different.

Luneth adjusted.

She pressed harder, her movements fluid, barely stopping between attacks.

She didn't fight like a normal brawler.

She fought like a phantom, making it feel like she was never truly there.

And most people would crumble under that.

But Lindarion wasn't most people, not even close.

He let her press the pace.

Let her dictate the tempo.

Just for now, he didn't want to reveal all of his strength.

She was fast. Efficient.

But she wasn't unpredictable.

Every strike, every movement, every slight shift of her weight—he saw it all.

Luneth threw another sharp jab.

Lindarion moved at the last second—just enough for her knuckles to graze his uniform instead of his skin.

A faint flicker of surprise flashed in her gaze.

Lindarion had let it get that close.

Luneth stepped in again, this time pivoting into a sweep.

Lindarion lifted his leg before it could connect.

Another miss.

Another minor adjustment.

But this time, before she could fully recover—

Lindarion moved.

One large step forward.

No hesitation. No warning at all, his movements were fluid.

His hand snapped out, catching Luneth's wrist mid-motion.

She reacted instantly, trying to twist out of his grip—

But he had already shifted, breaking her stance before she could escape.

For the first time, she was off-balance.

Lindarion didn't follow through.

He could've.

But he didn't.

Instead, he let go.

Luneth immediately reset, stepping back smoothly, her gaze sharper than before.

She knew.

She knew.

Lindarion wasn't going all out.

And that annoyed her.

She exhaled, dark eyes locking onto his.

"You're holding back."

Lindarion's lips twitched slightly.

"Obviously. I don't really want to hurt you, and this is just a spar."

A few students sucked in a breath.

For the first time Luneth's expression seemed to change as she quickly shook her head.

And there was something different in her stance now.

Less patience. More intent.

She adjusted her footing, shoulders relaxing slightly.

She was going to push harder.

Lindarion rolled his shoulders.

'Good. She's trying even harder now.'

That was exactly what he wanted.

The class was silent, everyone leaning in as the energy shifted.

Sera's grin widened.

"WELL, HELL. NOW IT'S A FIGHT."

Luneth didn't hesitate this time.

She moved with real intent.

Not to pressure.

To win.

Her next attack came from a completely different angle, sharper than before—an upward strike meant to force him into a counter.

Lindarion didn't counter.

He sidestepped, pivoted—and cut her off before she could reset.

A single, sharp movement—

And he had her.

Before Luneth could fully adjust, Lindarion pressed forward, forcing her back.

Not with brute force.

Not with aggression.

With control.

She barely avoided his next step, twisting to reposition—but he didn't let her.

A flick of his wrist, a shift in momentum—

And suddenly, she was the one reacting.

For the first time, she wasn't in control.

Lindarion saw her recognize it.

She didn't panic.

She just adapted.

But it was too late.

One more movement—clean, efficient—

And Luneth hit the ground.

Complete silence.

Not even shock.

Neither confusion..not at all.

Just pure, focused stillness.

Lindarion stepped back, exhaling through his nose.

Luneth didn't move immediately. Instead she sat up slowly.

She blinked at him, dark eyes calculating.

Lindarion raised an eyebrow. "You hesitated."

Luneth exhaled. "I know."

Sera let the silence stretch.

Then—she barked out a laugh.

"NOW THAT WAS A DAMN FIGHT!"

She turned to the class, throwing out an arm.

"SEE THAT? THAT'S HOW YOU LEARN!"

She clapped Lindarion on the back, nearly knocking him forward.

'What the fuck is her strength..'

"GOOD WORK, SUNBLADE. NEXT TIME? DON'T WASTE TIME LETTING PEOPLE THINK THEY HAVE A CHANCE."

'She's doing way too much now..'

Lindarion sighed and helped Luneth stand.

She brushed herself off.

"Thank you."

She glanced at him once more.

Then—she smirked.

Lindarion's brow twitched.

She wasn't mad.

She just seemed more interested.

Cassian whispered from the side, "So… are you two gonna kill each other or get married?"

Lindarion ignored him.

—

The class continued as multiple students kept sparring without a break.

Sera's loud bomb voice broke the tension in the training arena.

"CLASS IS OVER. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the students as the tension finally eased.

Some students were still whispering about what they had just witnessed.

Others were avoiding eye contact with Lindarion and Luneth entirely.

Cassian just shook his head.

"Okay… so I'm never fighting either of you. Ever."

Lindarion shrugged. "Why not?"

Luneth didn't react.

Cassian sighed. "Because I seriously value my life."

Vivienne smirked slightly, brushing dust from her sleeve as she walked past the three of them.

Cassian muttered something about "noble-born sadists" under his breath as they all walked off the training grounds.

Lindarion glanced back once before leaving.

Luneth was watching him.

Not in an aggressive way.

Not in an antagonistic way.

Just—watching.

Like she was already analyzing their next fight in her head.

Lindarion sighed.

'Great. I've made my life harder.'

Cassian stretched as they walked. "So, uh… what's our next class?"

Lindarion frowned. That was a good question.

"…No idea."

Cassian paled slightly. "Oh. That's… not great."

Luneth finally spoke.

"Strategy and tactics."

Lindarion raised an eyebrow. "How do you already know that?"

Luneth simply tilted her head. "I looked into it."

Cassian muttered, "I should have already known…."

Lindarion sighed, rolling his shoulders.

'This is just amazing.'

First, a fight.

Now?

A class that was going to be full of nobles acting like they were smarter than they actually were.

'This day just keeps getting better and better.'

Cassian let out a sharp sigh beside him. "So. Anyone wanna place bets on how long it takes for someone to say something stupid?"

Lindarion glanced at him. "Five minutes."

Luneth, walking just ahead of them, didn't even hesitate.

"Two."

Cassian groaned. "Gods, you're probably right."

Lindarion smirked slightly.

At least this class wouldn't be boring.

—

The strategy classroom was different from the others.

Unlike the wide training grounds or the towering lecture halls, this one felt more personal.

The walls were lined with ancient maps, some marked with the faded ink of old war plans.

Several massive tables filled the room, each one clearly designed for group exercises.

But the most noticeable thing?

The atmosphere.

It wasn't the quiet, sluggish boredom of a normal class. It was far different from Geography that's for sure..

It was tense. Watchful.

After all, the room was full of Noble heirs….and commoners as well. Some of them were even military prodigies.

'Pretty intense atmosphere…'

People who had spent their lives being told they were brilliant before they ever had to prove it.

And now, they were all sitting together, just waiting to see who was actually right.

Lindarion took a seat near the back.

Luneth sat beside him, as silent as ever.

Cassian slumped into the chair next to them, muttering under his breath.

"I swear, if I hear the words 'my father's battle tactics' one more time—"

He cut himself off as the doors at the front swung open.

A man strode inside, his movements crisp and deliberate.

Dark navy robes. Silver embroidery.

But most importantly?

A single, sharp gaze that immediately silenced the room.