Three Months Ago
The screams of the crowd woke up the arena. The random color projected on the ring was elevating the thrill, the thrill that the audience was already feeling inside them.
Thumping of hearts, cheers for their favorite player, booing the opponents made the atmosphere ready for the next duel that was going to take place.
A long-awaited duel between the two rivals, each having a special skill and moreover talent which right now filled up the auditorium.
One of them excelled at sword fighting and the other couldn't be defeated in Street Fight. Everyone has been waiting to witness the event as soon as the final term was over.
They knew that both of them were ready to rip each other apart.
"Ace, you are up next, Are you ready?" Ace's lips formed a smirk, as he looked at the random dude who was standing near the gate.
His green eyes staring at the guy, while he ran his hand across his messy brown lion-like hair and slowly picked up his sword.
He moved slowly like a hunter but gracefully like a saber. Reaching the gate, he looked sideways and whispered, "I am always ready"
His lean body has always helped him in quick movements and he knew he would need to be quick today.
Tyrone, unlike Ace, was bulkier and weighed almost twice as him. He was one of the jocks, always surrounded by his gang and girls. No one has ever defeated him yet.
To keep the fight fair, Neither Ace, not Tyrone had seen each other's moves.
They both entered the ring at the same time. While Tyrone was greeting the crowd showing various poses, Ace closed his eyes and muted out all the sounds around him, except for that of Tyrone.
As soon as both of them looked at each other, the crowd went silent. Like it was the silence before the thunder, calming and getting ready to cause havoc.
Taking careful steps towards each other, Ace and Tyrone, raised their swords, holding it firmly and staring at each other.
"You have a chance to forfeit," Tyrone whispered with a smirk on his face. Ace's green eyes brightened up with the smile on his face and then his face went completely blank. Tyrone was little shook by the sudden change but held his guard.
With the first bell, both of them moved a little back and took their guard. Tyrone took his first guard choosing the high one.
Ace stood sideways, taking the fool's guard. His eyes focused on Tyrone. The sharp gaze covering the head, arms, and legs. The position had him on advantage, only three places could be attacked and he was ready for it.
He slowly slid his right foot behind and Tyrone mimicked his position, a little uncomfortable as he was a right-hander.
Not waiting further, Tyrone attacked Ace with an Uppercut, which Ace easily blocked with his sword.
Both of them still kept their eyes on each other as the place imitated the graveyard with only the clashing sound of swords audible.
Another uppercut and Ace easily bent down, dodging it. The creases on Tyrone's face could easily convey that he was getting frustrated.
He took a deep breath and this time threw an Undercut, and Ace with his quick movements jumped and dodged it again.
Tyrone was losing his patience, his face was going red, and his breathing coming out in form of groans.
He has begun sweating a little, while Ace was still calm and composed as though he was doing a warm-up. No stress, no worry, no expression on his face.
As he raised his sword in the air, Ace switched his hand and deflected the blow, causing Tyrone's sword to fall down on the ground. With another movement of his wrist, his sword made a slight tear on Tyrone's neck.
There was a spark in Ace's eyes, which might be the only change in his expressions since the start of the fight. The rest of his body stayed still like that of an inhuman.
The silence died and the cheers filled the arena again.
Ace slowly lowered his sword and his gaze met with Tyrone as he whispered, "I actually duel with my right hand. Maybe later, when you are ready to be defeated again."
"The Winner of the first round is "Ace" the crowd cheered again this time chanting his name.
"Your face is gonna be distorted so bad, that your family won't be able to recognize you, you fucking piece of shit" Tyrone spitted on the ground and huffed.
Before Ace could exit the arena, he noticed that there was a change in the chants. Those weren't chants anymore, those were boos and screams.
*What...What happened? Why they are screaming?*
"This isn't over. I will come for you" Ace's face was still puzzled trying to add the pieces of the puzzle in front of him.
He doesn't have to wait any longer, as he got pulled by the side, by a man he recognized as one of his bodyguards.
"We have to leave immediately, Sir" Ace glanced at the hand of the bodyguard who has still held him. The guard immediately loosened his grip looking down. Even he knew that Ace didn't need any guards, he was more than capable of handling any attacker, who would be stupid enough to jump on him. His reflexes were much quicker than any trained person. But due to the constant nagging of his Dad, he has to keep one with him.
*Being the son of a trillionaire comes with a price, the price of losing your freedom, he had thought*
"But, you see," he raised his hand, which didn't hold the sword and pointed at the crowd, " they have come to see me fight and win. I clearly don't see what could be more important than this" he raised his eyebrows waiting for the guard to answer.
"The plane, your parents were in, crashed just a few seconds ago"