A/N: HEY GUYS. I'm kind of like copy and pasting this across all my novels. Please don't get mad. So I have come before you, my family to humbly ask for your help. I have entered the WebNovel SPIRITY AWARDS 2026 with my new original novel. ''Can I Magic Please.'' It is about magic and stuff and is inspired by Yūki Tabata's Black Clover. The synopsis explains everything.
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The crowd inside Heavens Arena erupted into deafening cheers.
"YUZUKI!!"
"THAT MAKES SEVEN WINS!!"
"HE DID IT AGAIN!!"
The announcer's voice nearly cracked from excitement.
"And with that victory, Yuzuki officially qualifies for the 200th Floor!!"
The entire arena shook from the applause.
Standing at the center of the ring, Yuzuki rolled his shoulders lightly while staring at the unconscious fighter beneath him.
The match had lasted less than thirty seconds.
Again.
At this point, people were no longer surprised by victory.
They were only surprised by how he chose to win.
Sometimes with overwhelming precision.
Sometimes with terrifying movement.
Sometimes casually.
Sometimes stylishly.
But always decisively.
Over the last five days, Yuzuki had rampaged through the lower floors of Heavens Arena like a storm.
Seven wins.
Zero losses.
'If this monster learns to properly combine Nen with his combat style…'
The thought alone unsettled veteran fighters.
Even the commentators had stopped calling him a genius.
Now they called him a phenomenon.
"The Child Prodigy."
"The Fastest Climber."
At only thirteen years old, Yuzuki had shattered the record for fastest ascent to the 200th Floor.
Five days.
Five.
Meanwhile Yuzuki looked more annoyed by the noise than proud of himself.
He waved lazily toward the crowd before leaving the arena tunnel.
Backstage, Bisky stood with her arms crossed.
The moment she saw him, she smirked.
"Well done."
Yuzuki shrugged.
"That guy was weak."
Bisky immediately smacked the back of his head.
"Don't get arrogant just because you beat the lower floors."
Yuzuki rubbed his head irritably.
"That hurt."
"It was supposed to."
Bisky's expression softened slightly afterward though.
Truthfully… she was impressed.
No.
Beyond impressed.
Even she hadn't expected Yuzuki to adapt this quickly.
Over the past five days, she had drilled fundamentals into him relentlessly.
Footwork.
Balance.
Breathing.
Timing.
Structure.
Flow.
She had expected resistance.
Complaints.
Bad habits.
Instead, Yuzuki absorbed techniques like a starving beast.
Not only learning them—
Improving them.
Combining them with his strange Systema-like movements in ways even Bisky occasionally found difficult to predict.
It was monstrous talent.
The kind of talent that only appeared once every several decades.
Bisky clicked her tongue internally.
'What an absurd brat.'
Then she spoke aloud.
"Starting from the 200th Floor…"
Her tone became serious.
"You'll use Nen."
Yuzuki blinked.
"…Finally."
"But," Bisky continued immediately, "you'll fight the way I taught you."
"No overreliance on abilities."
"No standing around waiting for Infinity to save you."
"No sloppy aura output."
Yuzuki sighed dramatically.
"You make me sound incompetent."
"You were incompetent."
"That's harsh."
"It's true."
Yuzuki scratched his cheek before smiling slightly.
"…Still. Thanks."
Bisky froze for half a second.
Then looked away.
"Hmph. Obviously."
After a moment, she pointed upward.
"Go register for the 200th Floor."
"I'm going to buy food so we can celebrate properly."
Yuzuki immediately brightened.
"Meat?"
Bisky narrowed her eyes.
"You ask that like there's another option."
"Excellent."
Without another word, Yuzuki started walking off casually with his hands in his pockets.
Bisky watched him leave for a few seconds.
Then smiled faintly.
"…You've grown stronger, Yuzuki."
High above the arena stands—
A woman stood silently in the shadows.
Pink hair.
Cold eyes.
Calm expression.
Machi Komacine watched Yuzuki disappear into the tunnel below.
"…He's pretty good."
Her voice was quiet beneath the noise of the crowd.
"He could challenge weaker members of the Phantom Troupe with just his fighting skill alone."
That alone was ridiculous.
Most Nen users collapsed instantly against a Spider.
Yet this boy…
Even without fully mastering Nen…
Already carried danger.
Machi's gaze narrowed slightly.
"Shizuku might actually be happy to see him."
The thought almost amused her.
Almost.
Then her expression flattened again.
"But that's not my job."
Her mission was observation.
Nothing more.
Chrollo had heard whispers.
A young prodigy.
Absurd growth speed.
Potentially dangerous.
So Machi had come personally.
And now?
She understood why.
"To think it was the boy we met at Meteor City living with Shizuku."
Her eyes shifted toward the upper floors of Heavens Arena.
"…I'll continue monitoring him."
"And report everything to Chrollo."
Outside the arena—
A figure walked slowly through the entrance doors.
Tall.
Lean.
Covered in silent menace.
Hisoka Morow smiled faintly as arena lights reflected off his face.
"It's been awhile since I visited Heavens Arena ♠"
People unconsciously moved out of his path.
Instinct.
Predator recognition.
Hisoka rolled a playing card across his fingers lazily.
Then licked it slowly.
"I do hope…"
His eyes glimmered dangerously.
"…there are stronger opponents this time around ♥"
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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft sound.
Yuzuki stretched his arms behind his head as the elevator slowly began ascending toward the 200th Floor.
Beside him stood a familiar woman in a neat uniform.
The elevator guide.
Or as Yuzuki liked calling her—
"Elevator Girl."
The woman immediately sighed the moment she noticed him.
"…It's you again."
Yuzuki grinned.
"You sound disappointed to see me."
"I am."
"That hurts."
"It shouldn't."
Yuzuki chuckled softly.
Over the last five days, he had somehow made it a personal mission to annoy her every single time he entered the elevator.
Mostly because her reactions were funny.
At first she had maintained perfect professionalism.
Then irritation.
Then exhaustion.
Now?
Now she looked genuinely tired whenever she saw him.
Yuzuki leaned slightly closer.
"So…"
"No."
"I didn't even ask anything yet."
"You were about to."
"…Fair."
The woman pinched the bridge of her nose.
'Why is this child so irritating?'
Yuzuki stared at the elevator buttons curiously.
"So if someone punched a hole through the elevator, would we die?"
"…Please stop talking."
"Or what if gravity suddenly stopped working?"
"…Stop."
"Or if the tower collapsed ri—"
"STOP CURSING THE ELEVATOR!"
Yuzuki burst into laughter.
The woman's eye twitched violently.
"I genuinely cannot understand why the audience loves you."
"That's because unlike you, they appreciate my charm."
"You don't have charm."
"That was unnecessarily cruel."
The elevator continued rising.
The numbers climbed higher.
Until finally—
200.
A soft chime echoed.
The doors opened slowly.
The woman immediately pointed outside.
"Get out."
Yuzuki blinked innocently.
"You wound me."
Then—
THUD.
A foot slammed directly into his back.
Yuzuki flew out of the elevator face-first.
"OW!"
The elevator woman stood at the doorway breathing heavily.
"I never want to meet a brat like you ever again!"
SLAM.
The doors shut instantly.
Silence.
Yuzuki slowly pushed himself off the floor.
"…She's getting violent now."
Then he grinned.
'Worth it.'
The atmosphere of the 200th Floor was entirely different.
The moment Yuzuki stepped forward, he felt it.
The noise.
The pressure.
The danger.
The lower floors had felt like entertainment.
This felt like a battlefield.
Fighters walking around carried visible confidence now.
Scars.
Killing intent.
Presence.
No amateurs.
No pretenders.
Yuzuki's eyes sharpened slightly behind his sunglasses.
'Interesting.'
He walked toward the reception desk calmly.
A woman in a black suit greeted him professionally.
"Welcome to the 200th Floor."
She slid several documents toward him.
"Before participation, all fighters must understand the special rules unique to this floor."
Yuzuki took the papers.
"You may freely challenge registered fighters or accept challenges yourself."
"A fighter is removed from the floor after accumulating ten losses."
"Six wins grants qualification for the Floor Masters' level."
"Severe injury or death during combat is accepted under signed consent."
"Each fighter receives private living quarters."
"Failure to register for a scheduled fight counts as a loss."
Yuzuki skimmed through everything quickly.
Then signed his name.
The receptionist took the papers back.
"Your room assignment has been prepared."
She handed him a card key.
"Welcome to the 200th Floor, Mister Yuzuki."
Yuzuki nodded lightly.
"…Thanks."
Then turned to leave.
But the moment he walked away—
Several eyes followed him.
Watching.
Measuring.
Predatory.
At a corner lounge not far away, three men sat together quietly.
Gido slowly spun a top between his fingers.
Riehlvelt leaned against the wall calmly.
And Sadaso watched from beneath messy hair.
Their attention remained fixed on Yuzuki's retreating figure.
"So that's the newcomer?" Gido asked softly.
Riehlvelt nodded.
"The kid who reached the 200th Floor in five days."
Sadaso's lips curled slightly.
"…Monster."
Gido chuckled.
"Maybe."
His top spun faster.
"But every newcomer still needs a baptism."
The three exchanged quiet smiles.
Cruel smiles.
Veteran smiles.
The kind born from people who enjoyed breaking others.
Riehlvelt crossed his arms.
"Think he'll survive?"
Gido's grin widened.
"…We'll find out soon enough."
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