Warrior Training System-Chapter 294: The savior

One of the three melee fighters, stationed ahead of the mage and the two archers, had strayed just a bit too far from the group. That was all it took.

The rats swarmed him like a flood, instincts kicking in as they sensed a weak spot. Two leapt straight onto him—one sank its teeth deep into his thigh, the other tore a chunk out of his lower leg.

"Aaaargh!" the man screamed in agony, swinging his sword wildly but too late to stop the pain.

The others snapped their heads toward him. The young mage's face went pale as he shouted, "Karl!" and hurled a fireball at another rat that was seconds from clamping down on the man's remaining leg. The spell struck true, sending the creature tumbling back in a scorched heap—but there were too many. He didn't have time to cast again.

There was no one close enough to save him. No one fast enough.

Then—A rush of wind. A blur of motion. A presence like a crashing wave tearing through the sea of vermin.

Cassian slammed through the rat horde like a living storm, his sword carving wide arcs that flung bodies through the air. Rats flew like rag dolls, squealing as they hit trees or slammed into the ground. In mere seconds, he cleared a path and skidded to a halt beside the injured man, Karl, who stared up in shock.

The entire team froze, blinking in disbelief.

"W-who the hell...?" one of the archers murmured, watching the rats scatter like leaves before Cassian's presence.

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Cassian landed beside Karl like a dramatic gust of wind sent by the gods themselves—or at least that's how it felt to Karl, who was still bleeding and very confused.

Sword dripping with rat blood, Cassian didn't even look down as he asked, "Can you still stand?"

Karl, blinking through the pain, managed a nod. "Y-yeah, I think so… Who are you?"

Cassian, with every intention of sounding like the mysterious hero of a legend, replied while casually adjusting his stance, "I'll explain after I make this place a bit… less noisy."

SQUEEEE! SKREEEE! CHITTERCHITTER!

As the chorus of squeaks rose again, echoing all around like some kind of deranged rodent opera, Cassian stepped forward like he was walking onto a stage. With a dramatic sigh, he muttered—half to himself, half to the rats, "Alright, let's quiet things down a bit."

The rats charged.Cassian charged harder.

They collided—well, they tried to. Cassian's sword swung in a wide arc, releasing a massive green crescent that sliced clean through the oversized vermin like hot butter. In one move, he did what Simon had been struggling to do for a full minute. The rats barely had time to squeak a farewell.

But Cassian wasn't done. Oh no, he could feel the eyes on him. Praise, awe, maybe even a little envy—and he was absolutely living for it.

"Might as well make it look good," he thought smugly, throwing in an extra spin, a little shoulder roll, and a flashy backward slice that wasn't entirely necessary but looked damn cool.

Then came the finale.

With a smirk, he gripped his blade tightly and called upon the only named move he'd managed to master so far from the Whispering Gale swordsmanship style.

"Blade Twister."

He stabbed his sword forward—and like the name promised, a whirling tornado shot out from the tip. It roared to life, scooping rats up like they were leaves in a storm. But this wasn't just wind—it was a blender. A giant, sword-powered, rat-shredding blender.

Fur, teeth, and general rat chaos spun around in a beautiful display of controlled violence. Tens of them were sliced apart mid-air, the others scattered in terror—well, as much terror as a rat could manage.

Cassian lowered his sword slowly, exhaled with just the right amount of drama, and didn't even pretend he hadn't timed that move for maximum effect.