The Over-Break System

*Commentary For the event will be done with the Commentator’s name followed by :*

In the living room of the Pinhurst Mansion, one of the massive walls had been converted into a movie screen-sized HoloTv, which had begun projecting the live stream of the Opening Ceremony.

On-screen, a short video filled with highlights from the previous years showed a Young Man with Silver Hair, bushy eyebrows, and a joyful smile on his chiseled jaw appearing beside a beautiful woman with light pink hair.

The image of the handsome and fit man and the movie star-level beauty had been subject to tabloid rumors since they began commenting on the event nearly ten years ago. Yet, here they sat in a professional studio with dozens of cameras pointed in their direction, and neither seemed bothered in the least.

With one last fanfare of music and a rotating view of several more highlights, the man began speaking in a clear tone that could easily draw people’s attention.

Cesar Romano: “It’s that time of the year once again! The top students from all around the Central Continent from various Countries, Nations, and Kingdoms are gathering here in Valor City to Compete for Glory, Money, and Resources.”

Cesar Romano: “Hello and welcome, everyone tuning in from around the Continent; if you don’t know who I am, well, have you been living under a rock, HAHA?”

Roni Cherish: “Now, Cesar, with the new additions to the Central Government, several new Kingdoms and Nations are competing this year, meaning we are broadcasting to an even wider viewership this year.”

Cesar Romano: “True; for those of you who are tuning in for the first time, I am the Titled Reaver “KnifeHand” Cesar Romano, Commentator Extroidinair, and Former Four-Time World Champion in this very same Competition. I may look old now, but I’ll have you know I am only 43 this year and still single for all you beautiful ladies.”

Roni Cherish: “I am the “Lunar Flare” Roni Cherish, also a Four-Time World Champion in the Continental Academy Competition. As we have for the better part of the last decade, the two of us will be your Commentary Staff for this year’s event.”

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The speakers, carefully positioned to bathe the Pinhurst Mansion’s living room in vibrant and realistic sound, were filled with fanfare and the voices of the two Commentators. However, that wasn’t the only sound right now.

After hanging up the call with her Brancie, Cinyah speedily raced around the house, ensuring everything was prepared for the Opening Ceremonies.

Fluffing pillows, placing comfy blankets for the ladies attending since Jessup loved keeping the mansion cold, and setting up drink and snack tables, Cinyah had been working all morning long.

Today was a big day for her and everyone attending the viewing. Their children had finally stepped into the big leagues and were competing in the Annual Illustrious Academy Competition.

Although Cinyah was frantically racing to and fro setting everything up, Rikard and Jessup had already finished their part, setting up the Massive HoloTv screen and speakers. Jessup had even rigged the lighting in the living room to go along with the audio giving a realistic feel to the whole thing.

Although Rikard wasn’t the most tech-savvy person, he had significantly contributed to the speakers’ positioning. He had even moved all the furniture to make watching the event more comfortable.

DING DONG!

“Rikard Door! It’s the Sanfords, make your loafing self useful and let them in!” Cinyah’s shrill voice from the kitchen caused Rikard to flinch and jump off the couch like a scared animal.

After some brief greetings, Rikard ushered the nervous couple to their predetermined seats and instantly fled the scene like a good gentleman so his wife could take over from there.

As he ran back to the kitchen to report to Cinyah, Rikard passed a happy and bubbly Aiden as he made his way down the stairs.

“Morning, Uncle Rikard.” Aiden chipperly shouted with a wave as he hopped off the top step and entered the living room, which looked vastly different from the previous night.

“Morning, Aiden, gotta go,” Rikard said with a bit of fear in his eyes as he scanned for Aiden’s Mom.

“Woah, you and Grandpa went all out this year. You even set up the RGB lights to flash along with the sounds from the event; incredible.” Aiden, who still looked to be in his early Teens since he was only Tier-1, unlike the freakish members of MyrkLys, happily ran over to the snack table and loaded up a plate with chips, cookies, and little cakes before grabbing a soda and finding a comfy spot to sit.

Saying good morning to the Sanford couple, who chuckled at his overly enthusiastic attitude, Aiden neatly arranged his snacks and began paying attention to the commentary.

On-screen, several teams of the roughly 1000 schools had arrived and were walking through the large arena, much like before the Olympics on Earth.

Cesar Romano: “And here comes my Alma Mater, Banes College, led by Headmaster Naylar Kuu. As usual, they brought a full roster of teams and filled out a Full Tier-3 Team with Veterans.”

Roni Cherish: “It looks like Headmaster Kuu has a good batch this year, especially that young lady leading the Tier-3 Team. I happen to have her file right here. Her name is Katla Overland, and she is a member of the Azure Lion Tribe.”

Roni Cherish: “Last year, she put on an impressive showing as the ace of the BC Tier-3 Team, and it looks like her results last year were good enough to slot her in as the Tier-3 Captain this year.”

While Roni spoke, a small window appeared beside the young woman carrying the flag for Banes College. In the video, the young woman with a pixie haircut jumped around, dodging hundreds of arrows before unleashing a massive attack.

Her tan skin contrasted with her bright blue short hair and fierce eyes as her athletic body bulked up suddenly, and she bared her teeth at the opponent before rushing forward to beat the shit out of him.

Cesar Romano: “Sheesh, such a fierce young lady. I would have rued ever coming up against her if I had to back then. Between her crazy speed and that strange “Forlorn Pride” class, Katla is a shoo-in for carrying her team to at least the top 10 of this year’s Competition.

In the Pinhurst Mansion, Aiden’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched the tomboyish girl beating guys several times her size with ease.

He was the kind of person who always rooted for the underdog. Although he was cheering for Cynrik, Brance, and the members of MyrkLys, Katla profoundly affected him last year, especially since he was physically a meek and weak person.

Watching someone similar to him in body type beat the tar out of beefy and muscular people easily was enough the form the inkling of a one-sided crush for the older girl.

Several Academies and Schools from all over the continent entered the stadium over the next hour. The two commentators gave a brief analysis, then presented the betting odds for each group.

One thing of note was that not every Academy or School had a full roster of Tier-1 through Tier-3 teams, but the ones that did were all hard hitters in one way or another.

“MOM, AUNTIE CINYAH, VSFA IS UP NEXT!” Clenching his fists and giving a shout, Aiden practically summoned Maeve and Cinyah from the kitchen, startling Rikard, Jessup, and the Sanford couple as the women stormed into the room like a hurricane before landing on the couches with a soft blanket wrapped around their bodies.

“Sigh, you two are grown women; why are you acting like primary schoolers?” Seeing his daughter and her best friend, who were both wrapped up like 7-year-olds watching morning cartoons on the weekend, Jessup heaved a sigh and shook his head before directing his attention back to the screen.

Cinyah stayed quiet as she cuddled up to her husband while Maeve opened her arms and swallowed poor Aiden into the blanket like a monster.

“Shh, Dad, we are nervous ok; we haven’t seen the kids in ages, and here they are about to compete, not the Tier-1, but the Tier-2 Competition.” Maeve retorted as she constrained her son, treating him like a plush toy with a tight hug of self-comfort.

“Hehe, Tier-2…” However, Cinyah and Jessup shared a smile and a weird laugh as they were the only ones in the know about the true strength of MyrkLys.

On-screen, things rapidly changed as the graphic indicated the next team, followed by a loud gasp of shock from both commentators as they read through the data they had received about the next Academy.

Cesar Romero: “Well, this is quite a shock; if I didn’t trust my sources, then I would think what I am seeing is the biggest joke of all time! Contrary to popular convention, Vesemir School For Affinities has undergone a complete restructuring of their Tier-3 Team!”

Cesar Romero: “For the first time in history, all but one member of the seven-man Tier-3 team is filled with FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS! THAT’S RIGHT, FOLKS, FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS! THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED!”

Jumping to his feet and ripping the microphone off its stand, Cesar hopped up on the desk like a child and began chirping excitedly. Unfortunately for him, Roni was too strong and fast, as, with one arm, she caught her co-commentator by the back of his pants and simply flung him away with ease.

Having been flung backward with such a sudden force, poor Cesar flew through the air, tumbling through the studio, and landed on his head unsightly with his butt exposed to the camera. However, this didn’t bother him, as he reappeared back in his commentary chair as if nothing had happened.

Roni Cherish: “You idiot, don’t block my view. However, what that dolt has said is true. The previous Tier-3 team has seemingly vacated their position, leaving only the former Captain as a backup member of the squad. I am presently getting word that Six of the team members are from a newly rising Faction named Mer…Meir…MyrkLys?”

Cesar Romero: “Although the amount of information we have gathered isn’t large, what we know is the names of each of the competitors, and it appears that the members of MyrkLys have passed several physical exams indicating they can fight above their Level. Which will be a key factor moving forward since the six of them are Newly Advanced Tier-3 beings!”

Suddenly, the camera panned away from the Tier-1 and Tier-2 teams and focused in on the intimidating scene of a thin young man wearing a hood and a golden uniform. Behind him, his team members stood in two orderly lines, the last two in each line being prominent young men with muscular builds.

“HOLY SHIT! TIER-3 HOW WHAT, IS THIS REAL LIFE?” Maeve was the first to break the stunned silence in the Pinhurst Mansion as she jumped to her feet and ran toward the screen to try and get a good look at the group.

“Woah…” Aiden barely had enough time to say a word as he was tossed aside like a used napkin, but still, he didn’t complain as he was too stunned at how quickly Cynrik and Brance had grown.

“My Babies are so strong now.” Mrs. Sanford said through tears, while Mr. Sanford hugged her tightly and nodded.

“HAHAHA, That rascal really pulled it off, that crazy plan of his HAHAHA!” Rikard shouted in joy as he violently shook Jessup around.

Only Cinyah was calm as she sat in place, sipping her tea with a smile on her lips.

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