I Only Summon Amazon Giantesses

The wide stone tablet glowed softly, displaying detailed information about his summon:

Summon: Cassandra the Cheer Warrior

Title: Giant Captain of the Amazon Order

Type: Polymer

Tier: 3.4 | Potential: 6.0

Description: [She is a giantess warrior, standing at a measured height of 20.7 feet tall and weighing approximately 1300 pounds, with a waist width of 166 centimeters and hip width of 226 centimeters.

Born of the Amazonian bloodline, she is a true powerhouse, ready and eager to fulfill her loyal duty as a dominant female warrior.

She embodies the special, battle honed art known as Diane’s Dance, an ancient technique capable of significantly amplifying her combat prowess. She also wields her own signature Amazonian weapon, passed down through her order’s ancient traditions.

While in Super Mode, the limits of her base strength and agility surge dramatically, accompanied by additional growth in her overall size. Her Amazonian blood fully awakens during this state, granting her access to a unique Bestial Transformation along with the ability to manipulate lightning, making her an equally formidable close range and ranged warrior.]

Mark rested his hand thoughtfully against his chin, a contemplative expression settling over his face after finishing the information displayed on his stone tablet.

He could only guess at what her signature weapon might turn out to be, the one apparently bestowed upon her by her order. Even the exact nature of her beast form remained a mystery, and there was something genuinely thrilling about trying to piece it all together through guesswork alone. He found himself quietly reconsidering everything he thought he knew about her true potential, which was proving to be extraordinary for what should have been an ordinary new summon.

Mark narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard the term Amazon before in passing, but this new information clearly went far deeper than anything he had previously known. He had no real understanding of the Amazon Order itself, nor any knowledge of its history.

Still, his curiosity was steadily growing. Perhaps the school library would be worth a visit once his detention finally came to an end.

A summon possessing three or more distinct variants across class, role, and type was formally classified as a polymer, and such summons were exceptionally rare throughout the region precisely because of how powerful they tended to be. Most summons carried only a single variant, which was common and unremarkable, or occasionally two, which was already considered somewhat rare. Yet his own summon apparently possessed true polymer properties.

Which could only mean she carried three or more distinct, specialized variants within her. This was almost certainly tied directly to her unique Amazonian heritage in some meaningful way.

He could feel it deep down, a quiet instinct telling him this was significant, and he had long since learned not to ignore feelings like that. The only real question left was how, and when, he would manage to uncover the full extent of his summon’s hidden variants.

Still, whenever his thoughts drifted back to what had happened before, he felt his stomach twist and clench uncomfortably. He knew he needed to remain cautious about how openly he used his abilities going forward, since there was a real risk he might end up branded as a threat, just as his own father once had been.

Or worse, compared to the Dark Summoner, Arvada, and his infamous summon, Kadabra.

Given the historically catastrophic incident tied to his father’s own summon, the authorities and mass media would likely respond with heightened caution, keeping a close, watchful eye on him now that he had claimed a summon of his own. He suspected he would soon be labeled an anomaly on their official summoner registries as well.

Mark’s focus slowly drifted back to reality, back to the cold confinement of his cell.

Looking down at his own hands, he clenched them slowly into tight fists before driving one hard into the concrete wall beside him. The entire wall shuddered from the impact as a sharp, splitting crack spread across its surface like a striking snake.

He flinched back at the result, staring down at his own hands in stunned disbelief. His eyes widened with something close to genuine shock as he looked back toward the damaged wall.

Just what exactly was happening to him, and what was he slowly becoming?

***

In the classroom, Hermione sat quietly beside an empty seat. Every so often, without quite meaning to, her gaze would drift toward it, even though no one currently occupied the space. Somehow, his presence still seemed to linger there all the same.

Mia slipped smoothly into the empty seat like a quiet phantom, a bright smile spreading across her lips the moment Hermione noticed her sitting there.

”Hi, I’m Mia. It’s nice to meet you.” Mia extended her hand toward Hermione, who hesitated briefly before responding.

”Oh, yeah. I haven’t seen you around before,” Hermione said, finally reaching out to shake her offered hand. A faint scowl flickered across Mia’s expression.

”How have you not noticed your most important classmate, yet somehow you know that idiot who sits beside you!” Mia shot back, her grip tightening noticeably around their joined hands.

Hermione pulled her hand free sharply, her eyes flashing with sudden irritation. ”What exactly is that supposed to mean? Am I supposed to join the rest of you in flaunting stupid pride, or showing off pointless strength over people you consider weaker than yourselves?”

Mia’s expression shifted into a proud, knowing smirk, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. ”Whatever you say, strawberry.”

Several classmates turned to look as the growing tension between them radiated outward in a burst of noticeable, competing auras. The temperature in the room seemed to climb steadily by several degrees, almost like a microwave slowly working up to a boil.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed further as the two of them locked into a tense, unbroken glare. Their standoff was cut short, however, the moment Olivia stepped into the classroom.

She walked briskly to the lectern, smoothing down her fitted skirt as it settled neatly over her upper legs. ”A quick update from the school’s administrative office. The infrastructural renovation work has officially been completed, and our own student, Mark, has had his detention extended to six full days. We understand this news may be disappointing, but let’s all stay strong through it.”

The classroom immediately broke into a wave of mixed reactions and hushed murmuring. Hermione caught sight of Mia’s mocking grin aimed her way just before she rose quietly from her seat and left the room without another word.

He had been detained as a student, in his very first days as a summoner, for six straight days. That was nearly an entire week. It felt like a remarkably harsh punishment for a juvenile student, regardless of whatever offense he might have technically committed.

***

Six days later, Mark was officially released from the school’s detention center. He felt as free and light as a bird finally let loose into open sky, and that simple feeling of liberty was genuinely wonderful.

Stepping out into the school compound, he noticed that the entire damaged infrastructure had already been fully reconstructed, restored so completely that it looked as though nothing had ever happened there at all.

Back in class, Roman glanced out through the window, a grin spreading across his face the moment he caught sight of Mark approaching, before quickly turning back to address the rest of the room.

”Guess who’s finally coming back? It’s our famous brother, the very same guy who caused total disaster the first time he ever summoned! The man’s basically a walking anomaly among summoners!”

Several students rushed toward the windows at once, eager to confirm whether Roman’s claim was actually true. Their eyes widened noticeably the moment they caught sight of the present, changed Mark.

He carried himself now like something of a rogue, his frame noticeably more built and defined, though still not quite on par with someone like Kai. Still, it was an undeniably impressive transformation to have achieved in barely a week’s time.

Mia’s narrowed gaze lingered over the newly defined muscles shaping his arms as he walked, clearly taking note of the change. He genuinely looked different now, and no one in the room had any real idea what exactly he had been doing during those long days spent alone in solitude.

Hermione watched quietly from her window, her eyes studying him with obvious, focused interest. She was honestly quite impressed by his new appearance, though far less impressed by the rough, wild edge that now seemed to cling to him.

Max burst into loud laughter, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. ”Somebody wish him luck! I doubt he’ll even survive a single round once combat sessions start again!”

Right on cue, the bell rang for the next period, its sharp tone buzzing through the halls like an agitated bee, sending every student in the classroom scrambling excitedly toward the door.

Only Hermione remained seated inside the empty classroom, quietly aware of the occasional glances still being thrown her way, Mia’s included.

Even though it was widely regarded as one of the more dangerous, casualty prone activities held at the school, the combat session remained a rigorous, essential lesson, one carefully designed to shape and refine the true potential of every summoner who took part in it.

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