Wrock made an interested look at Mira, "Spirit? Has he finally gone and tackled that issue?"
Givale sighed, "No, he can't control that."
Akiol was surprised, "What do you mean?"
"Even as we trained those additional axes came out at random. He's completely unable to control when they appear."
"Then he hasn't learned how to control Spirit?", Wrock asked.
"No."
"Then what exactly is causing that? Spirit doesn't move without a form of will-"
Akiol couldn't help but widen his eyes, "It can't be right?"
Givale lowered her head, "This is why I said it might be dangerous. We had to figure out what was keeping Mira's strength locked away."
With a newfound vigor Akiol watched Mira's every move intently, "That's incredibly dangerous! Why would he go so far?"
"Mira is aware of what the consequences are. I asked him why he wanted to continue using it, but he never told me!"
Wrock made a confused face, "What are you talking about?"
"The price of increasing his strength's limit is what keeps him sane.", Givale answered.
Akiol's voice turned grim, "In other words: the more he increases the limit the closer the Hydra is to being released again."
Wrock was alarmed, "Meaning those axes, it's from the Hydra's will? How much did he increase?"
Givale mumbled, "Ten percent. . ."
". . . Oh gods. If the Hydra can already manifest its will with a measly ten percent increase. . ."
Akiol finished the sentence, "Then who knows what it can do when its increased further."
~ ~ ~
Tyran sneered, "It's always punks like you who get a little stronger and think they're unstoppable. Here's a cup of reality, your strength means nothing to me!"
[Reflective Ripple: Raging Geyser]!
Tyran's fist flickered forward and slammed into Mira's shoulder. The impact sent an extremely powerful shockwave across the Arena. Blood splattered across a quarter of the Arena's size. Mira's entire left shoulder, arm, and part of his torso was blown away.
Tyran grinned, "Go ahead, start regenerating."
Mira was already regenerating the moment he was struck, his body quickly reforming what was lost. Suddenly he was struck twice more, blowing apart his body more. Tyran's sickening grin remained, "Yeah! The only thing you can do is regenerate! So sit here and be nothing but a punching dummy!"
Bang-!
The next blow blew off Mira's head and sent the rest of him flying into a wall. Tyran followed him and continued smashing him against the wall, blowing apart whatever regenerated.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
How had Tyran overcome such a strength difference? It was by the effect of [Reflective Ripple: Still Waters]! It stored the force of the blow he received and completely nullified the attack. Additionally [Reflective Ripple: Raging Geyser] took this stored energy and amplified it! Tyran was a fatal weakness to those who relied on their strength!
Mira was strangely conscious, yet the area near his heart gave off a strange feeling. His right hand began to move, twitching slowly. As his hand took a strange position he braced himself.
{Limitation Acupuncture: Right Hand Point}-
Badump-
Tyran frowned, his heart just instinctively thumped. This primal feeling of fear, where did it come from?
~ ~ ~
Akiol grit his teeth, "Horrow end the match."
Horrow shook his head, "Mira seems to have a plan, I think we should trust-"
"You're going to have a lot more issues if you don't end the match!"
Akiol desperately spoke through the link, 'Mira! There's no need! It's okay to lose here, remember that you still have Givale to fight!'
'Akiol. . . Sensei?'
Givale quickly added, 'Yeah! You know you can't handle more than the first acupuncture, don't push yourself! I'll beat that guy to a pulp okay? So don't go and use that technique anymore!'
'. . . Okay. . .'
Horrow sensed the urgency and broadcasted his voice, "The South pulls their contestant from the match."
A moment later Winter's voice responded, "Very well, I agree to stop this match."
As the procedures were being handled the audience couldn't help but murmur among themselves. If such a cruel person was allowed to contend, was this even a match to improve anymore? It looked like a psychopath's show. They certainly didn't come to witness a poor kid get blown apart.
Mira appeared in the South Spectator Box, "Akiol-Sensei. . . I-"
Akiol placed a hand upon his head, "It's okay. You did your best, I will never ask for anything more."
"I. . . I trained so much! I trained so hard yet I couldn't win!"
"You did fantastic Mira, don't doubt yourself."
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for."
Givale's hands tightened, "When am I going in there?"
Horrow shook his head, "The East should have never sent someone so mentally unstable to fight. I shall handle this. The match is as good as over."
"No. I want to fight."
"This isn't that simple, I cannot-"
"Let me fight! I'm not going to let that guy get away with what he did to Mira!"
Aaron adjusted his glasses, "Why not let her go? It's clear we won't persuade her."
Horrow glanced at Aaron before responding, "Are you positive?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I shall inform them."
Horrow cleared his throat and broadcasted his voice, "The South requests we continue the next match with Mira's loss."
Winter looked at the South Spectator Box with surprise, "The East has no objection, although we are unsure why."
"A personal request."
"Very well, we shall continue as normal."
As Tyran appeared in the Arena his psychotic laughter was heard again, "Personal request?! What moron wanted to keep this up?!"
Givale unsheathed her daggers, "Will you be quiet already? I'm tired of hearing your voice."
Tyran was momentarily taken aback, "A-Another kid?! Ha! Hahahahaha! Is this some sort of prank?!"
"Start the match already."
Winter's uncertain voice conceded to the demand, "Let the match. . . begin!"
Tyran grabbed his face and shook his head, "The South is truly pathetic! To think they would rely so heavily on kids! It's so sad!"
Tyran suddenly turned full alert. Givale had closed the distance immediately, behind her eyes was a scary amount of rage, "You really should focus on the match."
Tyran had managed to do one thing that many fear to think of. Something that everyone would simply call him a fool for.
He incurred the wrath of a Dragon.