In a secluded area, Viu, Meili, Puck, and Emilia gathered together, their conversation held in hushed tones. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and comfort as they discussed the events that had unfolded recently.

- You were amazing, Emilia. It couldn't have been easy.

Emilia smiled softly, still a hint of pride in her eyes.

- Thank you, she said, her voice filled with gratitude. It wasn't easy, but I did my best. I want to make a difference, you know?

- Indeed, I know. The next step will be to see the poor and the needy. That's where you have to start.

Emilia nodded in agreement, her determination evident.

- You're right, she said. Visiting the less fortunate and the needy is a crucial step. I want to understaaaaand their struggles, their pain, and their hopes.

He smiles tenderly. However, he catches the white gloves rushing towards him. His eyes fell on the person responsible for this.

- A challenge, Julius? Do you think this is the moment?

Julius approached Viu, his eyes filled with determination.

- Indeed, a challenge, he affirmed. I believe it's never the wrong time to test one's mettle.

Viu, recognizing the seriousness in Julius's gaze, stood his ground, his own determination unwavering.

Usually Viu would have refused but in this case, Viu was forced to accept.

- Meili, stay with Emilia. Julius, I hope for you you know what you're getting into.

Meili, understanding the situation, remained by Emilia's side, her eyes watching over them.

Julius, unperturbed, replied,

- I'm perfectly aware of the situation, don't worry. I know what I'm getting myself into.

The two protagonists went to a deserted place and an arena completely full of knights.

- Being first and foremost a mage, I nevertheless master the bōō jutsu.

He took out his bōō adopting the same posture as the one against Elsa two months ago.

Julius, with his eyes locked onto Viu, responded,

- I see. A skilled mage and a competent fighter. This will be interesting.

He unsheathed his own sword, taking up a defensive stance.

- I'm adept in both swordsmanship and magic, he stated matter-of-factly. I won't hold back.

Viu stood in front of him and heard the referee give the kickoff before hitting him in the face with his stick, sending him crashing into the stands. With Viu's senses at their peak, it was obvious why his touch produced such a result.

The crowd let out gasps of shock as Julius soared through the air propelled by Viu's hit. Viu's touch sent him crashing into the stands with incredible force.

Julius, lying among the debris of the stands, rubbed his face in pain. He grimaced before standing up. He was now well aware that his opponent was someone he shouldn't underestimate.

As Viu spun his weapon, creating a whirlwind of wind around him, Julius watched with narrowed eyes. The sight was both impressive and concerning to him. He had never seen a technique like this before, and he had no idea what Viu's capabilities truly were.

Julius observed as Viu rose into the sky on the vortex of air, a mixture of surprise and caution etched on his face.

Priscilla, her keen senses picking up on Viu's technique, watched the scene intently. She understood the mechanics behind Viu's whirlwind creation, the staff spin being a natural extension of his heightened senses.

Al, beside her, chimed in, his voice laced with both awe and caution.

- If Julius tries to rush in against him, he'll have to deal with Viu's Wuji magic, he warned.

- Very well, Julius, I'm waiting for you.

Viu prepared to defend. 

Julius, gathering his bearings after the earlier hit, steeled himself for the challenge ahead. He clenched his sword tightly, his expression determined.

- Alright, he called out. I'm coming.

With that, Julius launched himself forward, intent on testing Viu's defenses.

As Julius attempted to rush forward in an assault on Viu, the whirlwind pushed him back forcefully, catching him off-guard. He stumbled backwards, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected resistance.

- So, this is the power of his whirlwind technique, Julius muttered, catching his balance and regaining his composure.

As the whirlwind disappeared, so did Viu's apparent advantage in the fight. Julius studied Viu's stance, trying to anticipate his next move.

Meanwhile, Wilhelm watched intently as the battle between Viu and Julius continued. He observed the way Viu fought, noticing how the earlier hit was merely a feint to hit Julius from behind.

Viu's second blow with his stick connected with Julius once again, sending him crashing against the wall with tremendous force. Julius stumbled, struggling to regain his footing, his senses reeling from the impact.

The crowd gasped, taken aback by the sheer strength behind Viu's attacks.

Julius watched as Viu put down his staff and wrote the word 'Clarista', seeing how the six elements merged together to form the shape of a sun. The power emanating from the technique was ominous and intimidating.

Julius, recognizing the danger, braced himself, bracing for the final blow.

Reinhard, intervened, calling off the fight before Viu could unleash the final blow. He praised Julius, acknowledging his efforts.

Meanwhile, Julius stood, still reeling from the fight's intensity. He was struck by the sheer power and technique displayed by Viu, realizing the depth of his abilities. Viu's mastery of Wlan and his ability to use non-magical versions of Clarista were truly remarkable feats.

- To answer your question Julius, I promised Emilia to let her sort this ceremony out. That's all!

He left with these words.

Julius stood there, dumbfounded by Viu's explanation.

- So that's it, Julius muttered, still trying to wrap his head around Viu's decision. He promised Emilia to let her handle the ceremony and keep his distance.

Julius couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and respect for Viu's commitment to his promise.