Reincarnated as a Fairy: My Magic Wings Will Soar Above This Fantasy World!

The air was thick with tension. Ella’s heart raced, not with fear, but with excitement. Her body hummed with the adrenaline of combat, but her mind remained clear. Garan’s strike had taken her by surprise, but she had learned quickly. The game was far from over.

Garan stood a few feet away from her, his sword still raised and ready. His eyes were narrowed, appraising her every move. He had seen potential in her, but Ella was determined to prove herself, not just to him but to herself. The fight had started as a test, but now it was personal.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, yearning for her staff. It lay just a few feet away, abandoned in the center of the arena. The wind had begun to die down, the quiet lull after the storm leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The crowd around the arena murmured, their attention drawn to the interaction between Ella and the trainer. The energy in the air was electric, anticipation hanging heavy.

Ella bent low, her hands grazing the dirt beneath her. She could feel the cool earth, the pulse of the natural world beneath her fingertips. She didn’t need a staff to fight, not really. She had her magic, her speed, and her mind—her real weapons.

Without warning, Ella dashed forward, her movements swift and fluid. Her feet barely touched the ground, her body a blur of motion. She was on Garan before he could react, her right leg sweeping out in a low kick aimed at his knee. He reacted fast, jumping back and raising his sword to parry her follow-up jab, but Ella wasn’t done. She rolled forward, twisting her body and planting both feet on the ground as she used the momentum to spring herself upward.

From above, Ella’s palms glowed with a faint green hue. She summoned the wind again, shaping it into a compact blade, sharp and focused. The wind sliced through the air as Ella hurled it toward Garan’s midsection.

The trainer was quick to dodge, but he underestimated the intensity of Ella’s magic. The gust caught him on the shoulder, pushing him off balance for just a split second. That was all Ella needed. She launched herself at him with all the force she could muster, her body colliding with his in a powerful shoulder charge. The impact sent both of them tumbling to the ground.

For a moment, the arena was silent, as if the world had paused in anticipation of what would happen next. Ella’s breath came in heavy gasps, but she was already pushing herself up. Garan was fast, though, and he had managed to twist his body mid-fall, flipping them so that he landed on top.

Despite the close quarters, Ella’s mind was working faster than her body. She felt the pulse of magic coursing through her veins. The wind responded, rising up in a gust of force so powerful it sent Garan sprawling across the arena floor. The crowd gasped in surprise at the unexpected turn of events. Ella, her chest heaving with exertion, stood tall.

This wasn’t just about winning. This was about proving to herself that she could take on anything, that she was worthy of being an adventurer in her own right, standing beside Lyra, who had already shown her strength.

Garan stood slowly, brushing himself off. “Impressive,” he said, his voice respectful but tinged with amusement. “But now you’ve got my attention. Let’s see how well you handle this.”

He shifted his stance, and Ella could sense the change in the air. Garan wasn’t holding back anymore. He charged at her with a sudden burst of speed. Ella barely had time to react, but her instincts kicked in. She summoned the wind once again, this time expanding it into a shield in front of her. It caught Garan’s sword with a resounding clash, the force of his strike vibrating through her entire body.

She staggered back, but her shield held. The wind was a part of her, and she had refined her control over it. The gusts shifted, growing stronger, and as Garan came at her again, she used the wind to propel herself sideways, avoiding the brunt of his strike. She swung her leg out in a swift kick aimed at his side.

Garan anticipated the move, deflecting her attack with ease, but Ella’s movements were relentless. She darted forward again, striking with her staff, which she had summoned back into her hands. The wood of the staff crackled with a soft energy, and she swung it in a sweeping arc, aiming for Garan’s ribs.

But Garan was faster than expected. He parried the strike and countered with a quick swipe of his sword, grazing Ella’s arm. The cut was shallow, but it drew a small trail of blood. Ella gritted her teeth, refusing to let the pain slow her down. It was a reminder of the real stakes of the battle.

The wind howled around her, the energy of the battle building as the two fighters locked into a rhythm of strikes, blocks, and evasions. Garan was powerful, but Ella was relentless. She didn’t need to be the strongest. She didn’t need to overpower him. All she needed was to be faster, smarter, and more agile.

Ella’s eyes glowed with determination. She was beginning to see the gaps in Garan’s defense, the little openings that he left behind when he attacked. Her wind magic surged once again, and she felt the ground beneath her feet shift. She moved like a shadow, slipping between the attacks, each movement a precise strike designed to test her opponent’s limits.

The trainer's eyes widened as he realized what Ella was doing. He wasn't used to facing someone so relentless, so precise in their attacks. Garan's sword clashed against Ella’s staff once more, and he attempted a flurry of rapid strikes, aiming for her chest, her shoulders, her legs. But Ella was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, dodging, parrying, and countering with a grace that seemed almost inhuman.

With a final, swift motion, Ella spun around, her staff aimed directly at Garan’s unguarded side. The impact sent him stumbling backward, finally unbalanced. He dropped to one knee, his breath labored.

For a moment, the arena was silent, the crowd watching with bated breath. Ella stood over him, her staff held in front of her, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Garan looked up at her with a wide grin, his respect for her now apparent.

“Well done,” he said. “You’ve earned my respect, Ella. You’ve got what it takes to be an adventurer.”

Ella didn’t need to hear the words to know she had won. She had already proved something far more important to herself—she could handle whatever came her way.