Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Really? Now?!" Lank pulled on his brown hair in frustration. Instead of one person to look over, it had transitioned to three!

Obsidian's broken laughter cut in.

"I see, so you all aren't off on a bad start." He clapped his hand at how they had managed to escape that almost smoothly.

"UBS, look here," Nix called his attention, he wasn't going to allow him to target them anymore.

Obsidian hated himself for listening to the call as he had known what it meant, yet he had unwittingly answered the call without giving it a thought.

"You are playing with darkness." Obsidian clenched his fist, referring to himself and ready to engage.

At a distance were Mr. Zhao and Miss Sesa, the duo who were almost inseparable when watching scenarios of this kind.

Leaning to the side so she could speak in a whisper, "do you think he can defeat Obsidian, like–"

Her lips sealed shut the moment she saw his hand raised to stop her from speaking. Her cheeks filled with air and her mouth in a pout.

"Would you please not ask such a question?" Mr. Zhao shook his head at the disturbance she was creating. "Why do you think that I had allowed for such a duel?"

"If the master finds out that–"

"That's enough, Sesa. Just watch!" He forced the words out through gritted teeth.

Any more questions and he would lose his cool.

Feeling that she had drawn the last straw, she simply nodded her head to the vague reply. She didn't want anything to go wrong with Obsidian's mental stability, there were on some occasions that he had gone berserk on some of their members.

This wasn't part of what was programmed in him, he had tried to think for himself and had turned on them in a fit of rage. If he fought with Nix, she couldn't be so sure the same wouldn't happen.

"Would you stop overthinking?" Mr. Zhao spoke through the corner of his mouth. He had a feeling that she would think on the line of the what-ifs.

"What?" She shook her head to his words bringing her back to reality.

"What you were just doing, daydreaming, blanking out, having day vision, or past information collection?" Mr. Zhao shook his head, still knowing the answer.

Sesa looked down, guilty as charged. She had lost control of Lank, which had made her take him to the academy and decided to do more tests on another subject that she felt would be the perfect trial.

With their experiment slowed due to the destruction of Agatha, things had been a little slow on their end.

"I don't think Obsidian would be able to go through with this, even if he did, we aren't so sure that any would want to go easy on the other." She pulled on Mr. Zhao's sleeve.

Facepalming, he looked at her sternly. This wasn't what he had wanted in the first instance on the recruits' arrival. The only reason he had agreed on the duel was so he could teach Nix a lesson, the need to wipe that smirk off his face so badly without drawing attention to himself.

"Fine," he said with a sigh. Walking forward, only to stop at the first clash he witnessed from both.

Clash!

"Hmmm, I guess I can't ruin a good fight." He chuckled, nodding in the direction of the two. "Get those who would repair all these damages as fast as possible."

The walls trembled at the clash between the two.

Miss Sesa shook her head in disappointment but still applied to go through with what he said. "I'll go do that now then."

"You're good." Obsidian wiped the corner of his lips where the dirt from Nix's boot had made a mark when he sustained a kick to the face.

Nix jumped up and hopped to the left and the right. Riled up to give another strike.

From the way Obsidian moved, Nix could deduce he wasn't so skilled in this area, this made Nix smirk at the first impact he had managed to inflict on him.

"I wish I could say the same for you." He paused, waiting for his attack.

Obsidian had noticed a bit of the tactic he implemented. "Are you too chicken to attack me first?"

p Nix simply shrugged, he wasn't going to let any of his counterwords get to him. He couldn't afford to be angry or act irrationally on such words.

The first rule he had learned while watching Drui train with an old but wise master Kai–keep a straight head while fighting, the moment that is lost, the opponent gets an advantage and uses that against them.

Instead, stir up the opponent so they can't perceive their next move effectively as they would be blinded by rage.

If he had his gift he would have utilized the rage trait he so cruelly had to suppress.

'F*ck you, system!' He cursed when he tried to still call upon the system but nothing as little as a notification popped up.

He frowned at the contrast to what he had believed.

"I don't know what it is, but it feels like you've lost something in you," Obsidian said with a smirk, bringing out his hands with a flick of a finger.

"Come on, if you dare!"

Nix rolled his eyes at the offer, he had considered himself lucky at that time. Currently, Obsidian was much stronger and quicker than he was.

Whoosh!

Nix looked to his right, following the sound of Obsidian's movement. He had tried to utilize a sneak attack.

Sidestepping, he caught the fist of Obsidian, flipping him over and to the floor.

Thud!

Sitting on him before he could react, Nix balled his hand in a fist, ready to give a final strike on Obsidian's face.

At the last moment, he hesitated, tilting his head to the side at the dark aura that was in the shape of the slits in his eyes.

'That isn't right.' He continued to stare, curious about this piece of information in front of him.