SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 15: Altair Vs Omar Hassan

"Ready?"

Both students gave the nod.

"Begin."

Omar held his left palm over his right index finger, and as both made contact...

"Howl, Larix."

A summoning seal materialised before him, dark and radiating an ominous energy. A cluster of shadows revolved over it, scattering outward like smoke caught in a sudden wind, revealing what was within.

A fox. Six-foot-tall, made of shadow and smoke. its form never quite settling, constantly shifting between solid form and smoke, like it was burning from the inside out. Its eyes were two pale fire pits.

The crowd murmured.

Altair took a deep breath. He pushed aside his fear of the shadowy beast and grabbed the part of his own seal where the Mark of Heracles was engraved.

"Hear me, Heracles!"

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A golden summoning seal expanded beneath him like a second floor being laid over the first. Light gathered above it and hardened into a massive figure.

The silhouette took the form of heracles.

Standing at eight feet tall. The Nemean Lion pelt draped over broad shoulders, the beast’s head serving as a hood that cast the upper half of his face in shadow. He landed with a sound like a dropped foundation stone, and the air pressure in the immediate environment shifted noticeably. Several students in the front rows sat up erect in anticipation.

The arena went silent. Dumbfounded with the revelation of Altair’s summon.

And then, the ripple of emotions.

Altair watched it move through the tiers. Most of the freshmen experienced pure shock, their mouths hanging slightly open. Their brain had momentarily buffered, struggling to comprehend the figure that stood before them. The upperclassmen who’d seen more reacted rather carefully, with expressions of calculation and concern.

Ryka turned from the Halo section with a particular interest. Her eyes moved from Heracles to Altair and back, she witnessing his summoning, and this was definitely not what appeared on that fateful day.

Likewise Master Oz, who stood with his clipboard half-raised. He’d been present at the original summoning. He’d watched Altair drag a dusty, unremarkable book out of the aether embarrassing the Elfender legacy. That was merely weeks ago.

How did that book turn into this mountain of a warrior? Master Oz struggled to maintain his composure, but he was obviously amazed and yet suspicious.

On the arena floor, Omar’s posture had shifted, the bored tilt to his shoulders was gone. He stood completely at alert, eyes tracking Heracles with the focused attention.

Nobody had ever summoned an actual human. That wasn’t how it worked. The ’normal’ was beasts, spirits, or constructs. Things you controlled. Things that answered to a summoner’s will like tools answered to a hand, not this.

What stood in the arena looked like it answered to nothing.

Crack. CRACK!

Heracles rolled his neck once. The sound it made was audible from the seating.

Then he popped his knuckles into a fist.

The fightt was on.

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Rrraa-hle!

The shadow fox let out a distorted bark, seeming to echo from multiple points as it left after-images of fading smoke when it moved. It sprinted toward Heracles in a jagged zig-zag pattern, designed to make tracking it a puzzle.

Heracles remained unfazed, he tracked it anyway. Two calculated steps to the right and his arm flashed out, catching the fox by the throat mid-leap.

CRASH!!!

He slammed the beast into the arena so hard the ground shattered. Dust exploded outward in a ring. When the cloud settled, Heracles still had it for approximately one second.

Then the fox’s body turned into mist, slipping through the gaps in his fingers. It reformed three feet ahead of him. Larixwiggled its head, shaking off the stun of that impact before refocusing it’s eyes on Heracles.

It began to circle him, like a predator searching for an opening to attack.

It found a moment and lunged again.

Heracles rolled, impressively fluid for a body that size, and grabbed Larix by the tail in one clean movement. He tried to pull, but he tail dissolved into smoke. What reformed in its place was the fox’s head, directly on his right forearm. Sinking it’s teeth into Heracles’ right arm immediately. leveraging the intangibility like a switch it could flip at will, it began tugging violently.

"Cursed mutt!." Heracles roared.

BA-TAM!

He smashed his free fist into the fox’s skull.

The force was incredible. Sending the fox bouncing across the arena like a forcefully slammed ball, before crashing into the invisible magic barrier around the arena. The impact was so strong that cracks appeared in the protective shield.

The crowd on that side shifted back in their seats in fear.

Heracles lowered his arm and turned it over, examining the forearm where Larix had bitten. A faint mark, barely a scratch. The fox’s teeth couldn’t pierce his Nemean skin defense.

Across the arena, Omar’s face was visibly irritated, veins popping on his temples.

"Get up, Larix!" Omar yelled, pouring his mana into the beast to wake it up.

"That’s enough,"

Master Oz’s voice cut across the floor.

The second round didn’t happen.

"Altair wins. By knockout."

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Omar’s face twisted with rage.

"Tch! You got lucky, Altair," Omar spat. . " Next time you won’t be saved by the bell."

He wave his hand on a whim, dismissing the fox into thin air, and stomped away. Walking back to the Slykhar section with a stiff posture as he tried to preserve what dignity he had left.

The arena didn’t comment.

But it was the specific kind of silence that commented anyway.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heracles walked back across the floor toward Altair’s position, his heavy footsteps echoing through the ground. He looked down at him.

"That was a decent warm-up," the giant said in a deep and yet warm voice. "Call on me when there is a real battle."

Then he was gone, fading into white sparks that scattered into nothingness.

Altair stood in the quiet that followed. He turned to face Master Oz and bowed once.

But he felt the heavy atmosphere. Master Oz looked suspicious. The school council looked worried. The other students were staring at him with a mix of shock and fear. Altair could feel it from where he stood.

Altair didn’t mind. He walked back to his seat, feeling a quiet sense of victory, But maintaining a straight face as he prefered to keep his satisfaction hidden.

He reached his seat.

Finn turned immediately, and the sunrise-bright energy was back at full strength, radiating with a strong smile.

Altair gave him a small nod.

Finn’s grin widened to its absolute limit.

"Next." Master Oz’s called, already consulting the clipboard. "From House Daeryion..."

Finn’s head snapped around.

"Finn Coyler."

The wide grin disappeared, changing into a nervous smirk. Finn stood, sat back down, stood again. Then turned to look at Altair, his face pale with nerves.

Altair stared at him with reassuring eyes.

You’ve got it.

Finn tried to locate the confidence himself. He stood properly, and started making his way down to the floor.

"And from House Halo.."

The hall became completely alert. Because that tone meant something. It was the same register Oz had used for Svenja Hohenzollern. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Ryka..."

"DRAKENHEART."