"I was pretty certain that I was expecting some training room when they told me to go to the fighting station, and not end up in a Colosseum.", Archer mesmerized because the video games Illya forced him to play had a fairly big sized empty room for you to go against a guild officer.

He hadn't expected an entire colosseum the size of the Amphitheatrum Flavium in Rome.

The place looked exactly like the amphitheater in Rome but had a more solid and tougher construction made of metals and clean white concrete. The playground radius was 250 meters long and the height was 200 meters tall, filled with seats and multiple entrances and exit. It even had a mechanical roof on top which acted akin to the convertible roof of some cars, closing and opening when needed to.

Scratch that, Archer found this place bigger and better than the Amphitheatrum Flavium.

"I think they'd outdone themselves on this magnificent build," Archer said before looking down at the playground.

"Huh...I might retract that statement."

In front of him, several other groups of people fought against each other, going from simple training or practices to flashy complex teamwork.

"Take for granted, demands for Aura users truly hadn't been exaggerated."

There was also the party concept Agamemnon had notified to him about; a squad of four going against a high positioned guild officer who will evaluate their performance to the guild and accept their registration upon their passing.

Everyone here was utilizing every single space they could get within the stadium, except for the registration test, where it took up a further amount of space to give further free movement.

Another fascinating thing Archer observed in the stadium is that the playground was capable of fabricating different environments and geographies for tactical reasonings and garnering strategical advantages or perhaps in adapt to a different fight style in them. The grounds changed as it mechanically went down and it usually got swapped by another artificial environment.

Heck, there's a platform with snow on it.

"That should typically cost a lot in this case- I'm assuming over billions of lien. I'm certain this place has got to have a massive certified budget to do all this and a lot of authority approvals too."

There was also some food stalls and even had this drinking section on the middle gap of the elevating seats which Archer and several of the registrants were told to wait here as the evaluation of the previous batch of them were continuing and with the lack people Archer saw right now at the Registration testing grounds, their batch was coming up right next.

The majority of them grouped up in teams of four and the rich Hunter back then told that he had to enlist with three people he has no point acquaintance with. The four-man rule was mandatory for the evaluation and thus, Archer would be forced to enlist with those random people before banding against one of those Guild Officers. The crowd he was in the epicenter of, was filled with shoutings and screams as people tried to organize themselves into teams of fours in panic.

"Meddlesome groups of people. Wish I could have completed the test all by myself, considering these unruly people can't hold their imperturbability is non-existent." Archer kept humming as the last fight of the group ended in deafening silence.

Archer saw a lady wearing the same uniform as the same one at the reception wore, her hair was put in a single work bun and two small strands fell in front of her nose. She was in her early forties and a small freckle down her left eyes and had small black eyes.

"Alright, people! You have approximately ten minutes to prepare for your Registration Test. Make sure you strategize well; starting from dust usage to inconclusive tactics. I'll be guiding you down to the stadium to make you match up against the next officers who will test you right after this." she flats her palms on the raised forearm to point back at the stadium, the last fight drawing to a conclusion.

Archer instantly git disinterested at the flashy lights glowing on the stadium, practically signifying the use of dust.

Archer liked being more repressed with his abilities as a Counter-Guardian.

"Yosh, I'm fired up, I ain't letting some pro look down upon us, right ya random bunglers!"

"Who are you calling bunglers?! You failed the Guild test three times back to back

and you dare something like that so shamelessly?!"

"That man still has an edge over us, despite him being inadequate for becoming a Guild Hunter today, he knows more about the officers testing us today more than we do."

"Aya, I heard that it's near impossible to become a Guild member without proper teamwork or synergy between us, we at least have a bit more time since the Guild is more lopsided for the Academy Hunters, making them take the first turn."

"Uh, so we're receiving a bigger paramount of time to observe our officers and drive their skills to adapt accordingly. Extremely convenient."

Archer watched the four randoms having a dispersed age set converse with each other.

"So, Hunters can promiscuously join with others to do this test as well, explains the high number of people bundled out here forming parties.", Archer stroke his chin before having a concerning issue lay on him.

"That means I have joined one of them too. With this amount of people, however, I won't be able to pick up for a mission before closing time reluctantly." Archer looked at the tables where more well-equipped and fancy dressed youngsters sat together waiting for their registration test. They all wore Haven Academy's batches to show their side of representation.

Bang

A hand's palm slammed over the table the savior chose to sit upon failing to startle Archer who only disclosed the rudeness with his usual withdrawn face.

"Hey, old man! You seem a little too lonely out here. Did nobody found you promising enough to join their teams? I've got a good deal for you, you boor!", the man, perfectly flowing blonde hair reaching to his jaws and the bangs which should be on his face were held out to his ears. His eyes held innocence and corruptness as well in those downturned golden eyes, having rare golden eyelashes as well.

He wore the typical ancient Roman armor and a modified Roman shield which Archer was impressed by the uniqueness of the build akin to the others he Analysed so far in this world.

"You look a bit too lonely, and I am feeling generous today to accept your measly company aboard our party."

Archer uninterruptedly didn't want to do anything with his bisque pretty face drawling the statement of knowing everything when he doesn't, not in this case of fighting in the front lines...

"...thus proving the points of being adequate to a political career," Archer smirked completing his incomplete thoughts out loud to intentionally rile the lady-killer further up to cherry red.

"You! You dare describe me with political semantics, you barbarian!" he fumed out, bringing his makeshift shield out to intimidate me.

"When people ask me stupid questions, it is my legal obligation to give a sarcastic remark.", Archer mentally chortled at the fuming face of the male member.

Although, it was hard for Archer to take him seriously when he looked so slim and frail.

"A-ara! Ara! Beneva, please don't insinuate people's wealth just through outer appearance. I mean, I'm certain we won't be able to craft something as hectic as that dress code." said a girl having long brunette hair tied to a ponytail reaching all the to her ankles and red eyes. She had almond eyes and tight lips wearing a maple red lipstick.

She wore a red protective combat skirt made of durable metals, as Luvia rectified them as. She wore a black halter necked dress with cuirass to protect those massive cleavages of hers. She also wore black leggings and those confusing high heel combat boots. She was about 5.4ft.

Her weapon appeared to be a small magic stick with a dust crystal on top which couldn't classify as a sword under Archer's gaze and it didn't look interesting enough to make a forced analysis out from those catalog of weapons since they remotely even helps him.

"Agreed, Sadella. That Counter-Guadian outfit seems singularly expensive- I don't think I've ever seen such peculiar, yet good looking clothes!" This time it came from another lady who had light blue hair and violet hooded eyes with a small nose and small lipped mouth. Her jaw was sharp and her height was 5.6ft.

She wore a long-sleeved white shirt with dark blue jeans. She wore the same protections the lady named Sadella did.

'You insinuate me to be poor based on my sword but not on my outfit. It's antithetical; Khazid'hea's Mystic Codes are far more phenomenal than my Akahara Reisō.', Archer pressed the hilt of the alien sword in admiration before diverting his attention back to the late teens.

"I should see how long this sword lasts under the effect of Aura."

"Sir, I apologize for my teammates' rudeness. You can call me Cyeen. Those two helpless are Beneva and Sadella." she bowed down in shame, scratching her hair to make the apology more sincere.

"Apology accepted, although it sounded more inconsequential."

'Huntsman fancies weapons over clothing- tending vogue's pretty pristine.', Archer held his laughter at the belief.

Her weapon was nowhere to be seen around her otherwise Archer would have already deduced the weapon's components by then.

'... 's carrying a weapon on them, but what's with her?' Archer raised an eyebrow at the lacking weapon from the last member of the trio.

'Speaking of weapons...'

Archer had some experiences in tracing shields- Rho Aias coming into constant use to protect himself from harmful area affecting attacks. Shields were something Archer took an interest, simultaneously using bladed weapons.

Paznic

A makeshift shield that planted off pistons from the thick bottom to act as a pivot to absorb damage.

The second capability was for it to open a contraption from the front to show a makeshift dish that impressively emitted intensive microwave meant for dehydrating anyone getting in its way.

'I could spam this to take out someone alive since it's non-lethal if used conventionally... Fate's bleak future. Isn't that relevant to this era, Alaya?' Archer grumbled as he found the compromise of Alaya into this era pointless since there's no cynosure emanating for Archer to deduce the problem in this era other than the countless Grimms, unlike the other singularities he had to regulate to its normal route.

"Sir, I believe you would a big help for us...As you can see, we cannot take in blows as we're all long-range fighters primarily and the fourth member of our team couldn't show up today for the registration test." Sadella frankly said.

"She was a burden for us anyways." Beneva scoffed out.

Archer felt he was being mocked by Alaya at this very moment.

'Looks like helping people and searching for the prophecy aren't the only thing I'm searching for...'I grunted out in exasperation.

'I have to grant rich snobs a reality check.'

"Guys, can't you guys take it easy on her?! She's trying her best to help all of us! Only she can fight in the front while we support her. We're nothing without her." Cyeen concerningly said.

"So you want me to be the rook in your crooks." I stood up from my chair staring into the souls of their innocent eyes.

"You truly confirmed my view on your recruits being helpless without a close-combatant or tanker. So tell me, what do I get from being in your priceless presence?"

"At least, you know of your place, peasa-" Archer cut Beneva out with a full-blown grin. "Too transparent."

"By priceless- I'm emphasizing on how fragile you guys are. After all, props like porcelain vases tend to shatter out most of the time- hence they are kept more sheltered over the others."

He felt ladykiller's face change to a frown and Sadella blanch out in surprise. Cyeen at least had the decency to look down in shame.

"If not, priceless objects tend to also correlate over how it's owner tethers for them just for said props to simply exist longer than the others provided to you for having non-existential involvement to society physically and altruistically, the latter could be ignored under specific circumstances since I'm nihilistic.", Archer smirked at their stupefied face.

Not only did the trio flinch hard at this, but it also impacted everyone near them and even they were surprised by the cold-hearted brutality from the savior, looking at each other into and adverse silent conversation.

"Anyway, just what do I get from joining you? So far, the parties formed out on whim procured to show more promise than you."

The trio sweated bullets as they felt the air pressure dense around them, having difficulty breathing.

"...Y-you can get to complete the registration test e-earlier!"

With that, all the pressure diffused from them and they heaved in their breaths, as if they were being choked.

Archer's eyebrow rose, "And clarify on my demands as to why I wish to end this early."

"I've seen you stare at the Guild Board insistently and if you had joined the random group ups, you'd miss the opportunity to accept one of the missions because the reception wouldn't sign up anyone by then, arriving too late to do so... only the students can register for an academic Guild Test meaning we can take the shot earlier. It won't matter over being an Academy student!" she said petrified, seemingly shaken out by Archer's harshness.

"Umm...uhh, Time's up! I'll be escorting you to take your Guild Test. P-please follow me down the stairs to the tunnelway to the fields and follow the group closely since it's easy to lose yourself down there!", even their guide was rattled by the conversation between the Haven Academy students and the mysterious Counter-Guardian.

Everyone lined up behind her as she started to leave down the stairs

"Correct. And that is why I would have joined your party regardless of your prejudiced view.", Archer mock clapped before joining them too, trailed behind was the gobsmacked team given a lecture from him.

"I didn't expect the mysterious savior to be this harsh. Although, I shouldn't be this surprised since he looks like a prick."

"Although, he showed his wisdom and maturity which is far more than he looks. I wonder just what he went through." the other contenders whispered about the characteristics of Archer amongst each other as they followed the guide on the complex tunnelway, explosions, and battle roar intensifying as they reached near the exit of the tunnel to the field.

Right as they were about to reach the end of the stadium- intense white light at the exit shuffled before a party of three was carrying with the fore and aft method.

"Sup, Baby-cry? Did you pass the test?" said the former older man Archer heard first randoms team up together, calling out to said carried man whose clothes were tattered and was covered in more bruises than the others carrying him.

'His look says enough.' Archer mentally mentioned.

"Uhhaha... he's knocked out cold from the beating of that freak. But we barely managed to pass, lasting long enough against that monster. Good luck!" one of the croaked out, pain and dryness imminent in his voice. "I don't think he was supposed to be on today's roster for the guild test."

Just as Archer was about to enter light away from this tunnel. He managed to hear a small whimper come out from the unconscious man.

"T-that man was...all Muscles."

"...fail, Fail, FAIL, FAIL!" I laid it out to the last man group of the batch and flung the last member of the disappointing human party towards the exit/entrance gate where I expected the new batch to show up and expectedly enough, I amusingly saw the front of the twenty new humans duck down to avoid the spe- I mean human that I've thrown at them.

They haven't even last thirty seconds; they were the worst I've tested so far. "Honestly, these humans need to pack some more into sheer power if they want to live in the Grimm territories, they're plainly too weak to even work me out a sweat. The team before this showed some promise, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt; one member dying should conceive the other members to work themselves harder."

The other humans behind them weren't as lucky and all fell from the human hitting them at the unaware humans and dragged the last few together before falling together.

Look at their funny expression. "Hahahahah!"

I calmed down to calm my aching stomach from the laughter and check the new humans out again.

I surprisingly did not expect him of all people to show up here; while everyone was down only he was the sole one standing up from the humans and he wasn't one slither amount bothered by my vexation.

I clench my fist in excitement.

"I'm going to enjoy testing this Heroic human out."

"Mr. Toúvlo, please keep a restrain over embroiling your other candidates to join this Guild. You have unmistakably proven that you're far too manly for these rookies to handle your might. Try not to demoralize them too much or you won't have the satisfaction to stamp them out." The guide sighed out, who had also ducked down to avoid the individual he committedly tossed onto us.

'All things considered the past few minutes- I do not think that you're helping us out either with what you just voiced now.' Archer said in prospect to his peer's reactions to the officer his muscles creaking till here. He was standing on a platform that has several pine trees, visually scarred from the continuous abuse of the muscle man throwing his victims to and through those trees.

"Ahh, so these are the last humans to fall victim under my wrath.", he pointed his right arm at the group before closing his arm and clenching his fists permeating hard pops from his muscle from the middle of the field.

It aimlessly did its work to intimidate all the candidates right now.

He had short black hair-splitting to two opposite directions from the scalp, and he had milky skin with a wide nose and protruding skin.

He had an imposing height of 7.2 ft, well over towering everyone within the fields of the colosseum; His skin was gleaming shiny from the sweat discharged from his pores. His limbs were twice was enormous compared to an average adult's whole waist- His build was mesomorphic.

His combat attire served its purpose to show those muscles condescendingly.

...considering, he was into bondage, or some other perchant to obscure kinks.

Black leather straps were secured around every possible muscle gaps around his body, including one around his bulge rimmed around his skin-tight boxer. Around his boxers was a water canister far bigger than your average ones, hanging around his belt.

The only part which was decently covered up and armored enough was his whole arm; having slim metal cables forming a helix around from his shoulders to his hands where his palms had a two-inch muzzle protruding out.

With a body build like that, it was imaginable to think of the unmitigated amounts of straps placed around his body. Not to mention how loudly the stretching of the leather blared around the radius of the Guild registration field.

'When I see that body, his ridiculous choice for that outfit seems arguable; those straps appear thick enough to prevent harm from any sharp lethal.'

His checks and jaws were covered by some metal contraptions as a mask, but with the mouth and nostrils bare.

"Okay, candidates! I want the academy parties from up on the left of the perimeter to the Guild testing's field-" she pointed to a bunch of chairs placed awkwardly to the left end of the circle, "-right there."

All the academic students, with their respective parties, collect themselves there and they of them were muttering about their guild officer which Archer caught sight of everyone pertaining to anxiety.

The same could be said for the parties occupying the opposite end of the field to the right, evidently nervous about Toúvlo.

"What kind of sick world do we live in; outlast that monster for four minutes straight?! Much less, how do we knock out 20% Aura off from him?!"

"These past few days have been way too bizarre..."

"I doubt I'll have the medical funds to pay for my wounds by the end of this!"

The ruckus also garnered a good amount of spectators doing their training on the other platforms, stopping over to spectate the demise of the current candidates.

'He concurs to be some distinguishable figure here, it seems.' Archer hummed as he watched both the separated group converse about them.

"Alright, humans! Last to move back three steps won't have the choice to bring said team against me."

Everyone stoop back by three steps, including the three nobles in Archer's team.

"Crap, that guy wants to die!"

"And his team isn't insisted to come along as well. Does he not know who the War Mongrel is?!"

"He's going to kill his whole team. Counter-Guardian or not I do not think for one but that he's got the capabilities to go against that freak!", the other members of the Academy gasped out seeing the audacity from the former contractor of Alaya.

"Is he deaf?" Cyeen cried out at the response.

"Idiot, do you want all of us to die?!" Beneva screamed out to the new substitute member of their team.

"I'm calling dad to prepare an ambulance to the Guild before we get decimated..." Sadella pocketed her scroll with her twitching fingers before taking a deep breath before accepting her fate.

What Archer did; was that he moved three steps forward rather than going back, surprising everyone watching the misfortune of the registrants.

"Heh! Looks like I can go all out now right now. My blood's boiling out to test the hero dispatched a Nuckalavee with two consecutive blows like that!", the bulky man gruffly said, pointing his fingers at Archer.

"S-sir, please forgive us! Our dear substitute has a reverse brain disorder- making him oppositely interpret every word!", Sadella said, clearly distressed to fight the bondage warrior.

Then she started sweating profusely.

"...you made that up on the spot." Cyeen blankly said before looking back at Beneva who for some reason hid behind his shield, sweating coming out from his forehead.

Everyone was sweating and had difficulty breathing at the titan in front of them.

Archer raised an eyebrow by the atmosphere he fleetingly released. 'That's some killing intent right there. He caries the novelty to become a Berserker at the Throne of Heroes if he had become some worshipping figure.'

"I'm aware of how you took out a half-dead Nuckalavee with no effort, but it shouldn't give you the right to bloat your confidence around like that. There are, after all, a few other tops of the line Huntsman and Huntresses who achieved the same feat. You could also include some of those nefarious Council members too.", the frenzied warrior said in a derided manner.

What he didn't was just how severely Archer held back on Albitr's full power, given that he was low on prana.

He wanted to observe the fundamentals u[on the utilization of Aura.

Archer lazily held his arms up conceding his adjure, "I felt like if I complied to the opposite of our given goal- You would have given in to give us the choice to choose our fate against you."

"Oh, and what makes you think I was mystifying you with reverse psychology?", His sharp canine teeth revealed out from his mouth from the cheeky smile he gave out, absolutely amused by Archer's speculation. "You must be one random substitute chosen by those academy humans.

"Are there any issues with that?", Archer calmly questioned back. "I didn't notice any rules which prevent me from doing so."

"Maybe. Not really that I care...", the tall-figure glanced at the rookies who chose the hero without knowing his achievements. "...But, it seems kind of revolting to see a disciplined adult toggle around with rookies. Shouldn't you have chosen the freelance registrations out here- no one would have questioned your presence then."

"Minor convenience, but one small choice could emulate a brand difference."

The two continued to stare at each other in disparity.

"It's those missions I see, but what will you do about the-"

"Light travels faster than the speed of sound. This is why some people appears smart when they start speaking.", another snarky comment from Archer

"Despite the crazy emotions rolling off from you- you're practically aware of what your mouth babbles out, silently laughing at the responses to your skullduggery. Unworriedly, I have my own methods to counteract this limitation in your little guild here."

Archer continued. "Anyway, those are some convincing contradiction you're acquitting. Furthermore, everyone here had misinterpreted your warning and did not seize the opportunity handed on a silver platter, reflexes primarily at the flaw for this cause."

"Misinterpreted?"

"Opportunity? What is the fool baffling about? He wants to bring innocent bystanders to this. Hero my ass!", the other registrants expressed their fury with an uproar.

"It was pretty apparent- you were inconclusive about that warning. To sum up, from what I had managed to comprehend- you mentioned that the last person will not have the power for the prevention of the wreak in their lifeline.", Archer comprehensively said.

"Meaning that we have the right to decide who gets to fight you right now."

"You're not wrong, hero."

"Huh?"

The muscle maniac grinned out. "You're right- the last person can't defy their altercation with me. And him, being the man he is, defiantly stood ahead to step ahead amongst all of you who pretty much almost stepped back at the same time!", He spread his arms around to purport the audience he was targeting.

"..."

No one could believe in the codification from Archer.

"Your extremely smart, Counter-Guardian. Now simply call our fight off for some other team, we get to see the power of a Class 9 Hunter!", Sadella excitedly said, being saved from being manumitted.

'Ah, yes. The evaluating system set up for recorded Aura users under the Kingdoms and also from the criminal records. If I'm correct, Class 9 stances for being one step away from joining the strongest huntsman and Huntresses across the whole world of Remnant, being categorized as class 10.

Power and raw strength do not define the Classes, they are evaluated from their métier designed to support their build; varying anywhere from being a full-blown powerhouse of insane destruction, being turbulently swift or, even managing treating wounds right under the pressure of a battlefield.

Analogously works similar to the Type-Moon spectrum where Servants are ranked from D to EX.', Archer reminisced the concept he briefly skimmed through on the library.

"Except you guys are weaker when I compare your feats with the ones across the Throne of Heroes.", Archer whispered to himself, his smile widening even more.

Many of the other Academic teams roared out at the unfairness of the notion from Archer but the freelancers simply kept to themselves watching the play with amusement.

"Prepare out with your comfortable positions as usual. I'll keep this man busy."

Archer professionally spun the heavy red sword around the hilt before settling for a right one-handed tail guard with Khazid'hea as he stopped eight feet away from the massive man.

Meanwhile, Toúvlo was distracted with Archer, the three resumed with their formation; a straight line with Beneva on the front with his satellite-dish/shield, Sadella on the middle loading her staff with the dust commonly utilized in this era as the fuel with Cyeen being behind her, her weapon still not visible but Archer saw her scavenging for something in the pouch hanging from her belt

Still no sight of her weapon.

Toúvlo creepily prattled at the tinier white-haired figure looking at his massive body, strikingly proving Archer's weak frame. "I'm aware of how desperately you want to pick up a mission from the guild board right after the test, but, unfortunately, your opponent is me.", the figure said quietly enough only for Archer to hear.

"Regardless, your face reveals how much you're looking down on me, or in fact, every single member around the stadium. Those thoughts are first and foremost anecdotal- some here mat have far more potential than I do, a man classified as a Class 9 Huntsman."

"Where's your bow though, with those...weird, seemingly endless arrows you kept shooting at those Grimm?", he drawled out at the lack of the untraced weapon he was introduced to Elpizó with, rather than the red stoney sword grasped on his right hand.

"Oh, apologies. I've yet to see something productive from you, Huntsman and Huntresses. This sword is far more than enough to serve its purpose against my l

"I'll make sure to feed those words right back at you once I annihilate you."

'It's impossible to revert after what I've gone through.' Archer disseminated as he watched Touvlo prepare for a powerful jab, planning to knock out Archer's head clean off. "Let me indulge you with the power of a full-fledged Hunts- Hukh!", Touvlo squalled out as he was met with a swift overhead swing from Khazid'hea rather than the sideways swing he had initially expected from the right one-handed tail guard he prepared before he struck.

"Ever heard of being knocked down by a feather?", Archer pressed down with more force on Khazid'hea, making Toúvlo's ankle dig onto the earth, unable to counteract the dominating force.

"Your legs might buckle any second.", Archer denoted, seeing Touvlo kneel further making his left ankle connect the ground, cracks forming under him.

"Don't push your luck, human! Argh!", with a massive push from his legs, he jumped up to remove the heavy sword pushing over his two arms.

He jumped hard enough to raise Archer into the air and kicked her right leg to do a front kick.

Archer while in the air, raised his left leg to block the kick.

He also tilted himself back with the sword raised back behind him to change the momentum.

He spread his right leg to meet Toúvlo's face and as he had expected, Touvlo narrowly dodged it, albeit still maintaining his composure.

The fight had commenced.

The experienced spirit still on the air with a proper body, did a clean backflip using the force and weight pushing him away and then he landed on his feet gracefully, just stopping a few steps away from the monster.

Toúvlo with his bigger mass rushed forward to do an overhead punch with the metal arm sleeves and gloves, which would be efficacious for a large man against a smaller person.

Archer swayed and to the right to avoid the humongous arm hitting the air.

The Counter-Guardian then jumped up to connect his reinforced head right under the Touvlo's jaw, making him propel back before he balanced himself.

He caressed his jaw, to soothe the pain away before looking back at his opponent.

The body builder's eyes widened when he saw Archer relentlessly rushed at him ready to do a right-handed side swing.

He helplessly braced for the onslaught, bringing his hands up when Archer swung the sword.

However, he swung too short.

'A feint?!', Toúvlo alarmed at the thought still ruffled a bit from the headbutt from the tiny figure.

Right when Archer swung to his left, he also swiped himself to the right, as if to avoid an attack

Boom

Toúvlo ejected backward a few yards before rolling back to his feet to stop the force from the unforeseen explosion hitting him.

Toúvlo looked at the source and so did Archer.

There was a circle of bright brown-red energy circulating the three former students still uninvolved on the fight.

What was unusual was the two other shapes; a triangle and a square interloping right from around the perimeter of the circle; the sharp of the triangle and the flat of the square pointed at the berserker.

"Bounded Field?", Touvlo brushed his shoulders to remove the dust, seemingly unaffected. "Forming that was impressively fast, but your enhancements and buffs leave much to taste. There's also another flaw with that Field of yours, but you'll find that out soon."

Archer who had been suddenly interrupted looked back at the source of the explosion, and he was amazed to see the formerly unarmed lady mounted on a massive turret at the end of the Bounded Field Circle created by her teammate, Sadella.

'Just where did she pull that out from?'

Archer analyzed the weapon; it was a mechanized turret having dual machine guns of fire dust bullets and could transition to an artillery cannon in 3.7 seconds firing deadly 130mm shells, a better improvisation with accord to the Howitzers from the United States.

Back to the Bounded Fields; Archer just like Touvlo, battered his eye on the glittering red circle around the trio he teamed up with.

'Huh, that's just some low caliber Bounded Field. But the speed she constructed that was terrifyingly fast.' Archer squinted more on the specific field.

From what Archer noticed, the circle fed the other two shapes with dust- And the triangle was powering Cyeen and her artillery while the square powered Beneva and his shield.

'Rider's Mystic Eyes were still better. At least, they would have done the Clock Tower proud with the speed they created a public Bounded Field.' Archer mused, before shuffling his sights back to Touvlo, fire crackling around him, from the unreacted dust.

"That has to hurt! That's one of the densest fire dust shells around Remnant!", Beneva shouted in joy, seeing the burns around Touvlo.

Said explosion caused some ruckus as well, it left a funnel of fire behind him, several of the trees were on fire from the aftermath.

"Your shell did way more harm than the carcass caused by your fire dust.", he cracked his head. "Make no mistake, those combined still was only four percent of my aura. Dust, in general, are ineffective against me.", he twirled his first finger, revealing a small crystal of fire dust before combusting it into the air with his clenched fist.

"S-semblance?!"

"16% more to beat me, or you could try live for approximately 3 minutes and 20 seconds." Toúvlo boasted out.

"Cyeen's strongest shell barely took 4% of his aura. That guy's brute power! How are we supposed to beat this freak!?", Beneva shuddered at the imposing figure's toughness.

With that, the muscle maniac rushed right at the trio with breakneck speed, ready to clobber all of them, jumping over the distracted archer and the trio were just as distracted from how Archer dodged an explosive shell from point-blank without even seeing it.

"Crap, I need to piston my shield right now.", Beneva acted by digging the pistons on the shield underground to get a better brace a heavy metal punch from him.

While Cyeen was having a thought, 'Did he just...'

Mid-way of Touvlo's rush, he saw a sliver of light reflect from his left and immediately stopped, letting the heavy tall sword known as Khazid'hea to thrust away to his right.

..and met Archer's eyes, filled with mirth.

Right next, his left cheek met with a left-handed bicep jerking his head away again, making Archer spin clockwise to face the Grade 9 Huntsman again.

Touvlo tried to counteract with a swift right jab, but Archer unpredictably dodged to his right rather than the left, since that was going against his subsisting inertia.

"How does he know that move?", Cyeen expressed the dilemma of her teammates

The trio there was baffled at what they just saw; not concerning the unorthodox method of fighting. Nor was it from the undeniable damage caused by the back bicep shot.

It was because of the familiarity they felt when Archer performed it.

"Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.", Archer vaguely answered as he prepared the same single-handed stance he started with.

"Just what are you rambling about, old human?", Touvlo grumbled, massaging the spot where Archer has struck.

"I'm saying that I feel sorry for just how readable you are- It's like shuffling through children's storybook and simply predict just where the story leads up to."

'I had my part in dealing with people having Mad Enhancement.' Archer shivered a little, remembering the intimidating aura of Illya's servant, the Greek god, Heracles.

"Just what part of sympathy does not decipher in your short brain? The past called me- told me to let you know to get the fuck over it.", Archer taunted as he prepared the same one-handed pose.

Wasting half of Twelve lives while being injured was a notable achievement for someone with no influence to reach the Throne of Heroes, the catalyst came to play in his transportation to try to create a paradox during the 5th Grail War.

Slightly speaking, Touvlo was nothing against Archer when in comparison to Heracles.

"Sorry to interrupt you on clearing those eyesores, but I plan to make your day the worst you could ever imagine."

"You need to realize that occasionally, there will be a sword made out of diamond!", with that, Archer rushed out towards Touvlo again to continue the offensive.

He started with an under swing which Touvlo blocked with the metal coiling around his whole arm, pushing him a few blocks back from the Bounded Field homing the trios.

Then the fight resumed, with the trios still unaware why the white-haired figure felt so familiar to them.

"You're simply just one rookie obstacle constructing the path for my duty."

Oh boy, I've been out for a while. A lot has been happening the past few days over here. My quarter of the flats in my apartment got infected with Corona and my class exams are also intensifying.

I wanted to finish this whole chapter but by adding more information, this chapter would have ended up reaching 12-14k words alone and I, for some reason can't reduce the words.

Sorry for lying again but ending this early seems to far off under my capability.

I sadly declare that this fight scene and Archer's first guild mission should take 2-3 more chapters before I go back to Jaune's step to Tracing.

I also think I should give out my equivalent of the World of Remnant for Arcadia- Seemed fair if I didn't explain the mysterious kingdom. Give reviews if you want to see Arcadia's beginning and their war with Vacuo.

The Class of Huntsman and Huntresses are similar to the Type-moon grading of Parameters but it's not just graded upon parameters but the potential uses of a semblance and how much you could control it.

Fret not, I think even a Class 10 barely stands a chance against Archer and the best parameter Huntsman could brutally reach on comparison to Type-moon parameter is C and rarely enough, sometimes B.

I don't think shooting swords at nearly Mach 2 would leave much of a choice for the Huntsman to handle taking the full brunt of.

Sorry for the delay again and thanks for the 200 followers and Favourite, pretty small for my fanfic, but it's more than what I could ask for.

You can flame this fic as much as you want but at least make sure that it would help me fix the problems I've been revealing every single chapter.

Yea, Alaya dying makes no sense. So I'll leave it up to you to decide if she's dead or not; I intentionally went vague so the Fate Fans won't question it too much but it didn't work, whelp.

Btw, Toúvlo is my counterfeit edition of Spartacus.

Oh well, stay safe! Randomasaurus out. :-)