Several seconds pass as the steps grow closer.
The floor hardly noticed the steps at all, which were as effortless and silent as usual. Scott could only stare at the other person as it got closer because the unknown was about to become known.
He mumbled, "Mr. Modred," just a little.
"What's the name".
"Scott sir, I am a student in the Beginner's class".
"Scott, how are you? I'm glad to see you working out at this hour of the night. You desire to gain strength. And I really like that about you ".
"I appreciate the praise, sir, but I'm not performing at my best right now and I'm always looking for ways to get better. Just talking would not put me in the winner's seat because I intend to win the competition as well ".
"I admire your tenacity."
Then spa with me.
Given that this was a contest between a man and a youngster, Scott was undoubtedly at a disadvantage, but anything could happen.
He thought there was a chance, but it would come and go swiftly. Mr. Modred started punching Scott, and soon Scott was on the ground, nearly unconscious. It became clear that experience was ultimately the best teacher.
Scott's stomach tattoo caught Mr. Modred's unflattering attention, but he ignored it because it wasn't news to him.
"I still had no chance even then. He responded to my attack with one of his own, adding mine to the list as a result "Scott gave it some thought.
He went on, "Yes, he is destined to be on a different level. He is my teacher, and his brain is where the knowledge, insight, and tactics reside. Since this is my only chance, I must take full advantage of it." He mustered his heroic bravery, then lowered the question.
"Please, sir, could you be my tutor."
I am your teacher.
"My own tutor, not that kind of tutor."
When he heard these words, Mr.Modred laughed out. He was prepared to respond even if the inquiry didn't require an answer.
"I can't. What might people believe? that I am instructing you both inside and outside of the classroom. It's not going to work. Just from the gesture I am making to you, favoritism will be stolen."
"But, sir,"
"There is nothing to debate about, I can't teach you so don't worry or puzzle me about it any longer".
This was Mr.Modred's last statement concerning that area of discussion. "I will be making my way out of here, continue with your training but physical abilities just can't do everything, I hope you know that. I wish you the very best in your competition".
"Thanks sir but I haven't awa...."
Without waiting for a response, Mr. Modred made he was out of the training facility. Scott already disappointed and unsatisfied could not continue his training as he sat down on the floor for a very long amount of time before eventually making his way back to his dorm.
Exactly 24 hours before the Second stage begins, the lesson for the day was taught by Mr.Modred himself. Scott was just looking at the man who rejected him not caring for their reasons.
Mr.Modred soon finished his class and immediately Scott rushed after him leaving his friends behind as he had discussed the matter about it with them.
"Good day sir"
"Good day boy. How was the class?".
"Fine sir. But you know why I am standing in front of you this moment sir. I am begging you again for your assistance", he said.
"And my answer is the same. I can't teach you for the reasons already known to you. I am sorry", Mr. Modred responded. He wanted to continue his walk and Scott once again intercepted the movement.
"What if I prove that I am worthy of your teaching sir? Even though you don't teach me physical combat, at least some extra words of advice and maybe, just maybe, some techniques", He said.
"Maybe, Maybe not. I don't care. Just don't disturb me any longer".
Mr. Modred walked passed him as Scott did not intercept this time around but rather promised his utmost best in the challenge. "You will take me as your student that I can assure you", he said within himself.
The remaining hours of the day were filled with classes, training, more training, meditation, and also different kinds of sports for Scott and his friends. Once again, they outdid themselves as they crawled back to their hostels that night.
The day of the hour came. The eagerness, hunger, excitement, and fighting spirit were about to be shown on the sporty ground. The day the graduate of the first challenge had all been waiting for. An opportunity to show the school what one could do as it was an open challenge that the audience could come to watch.
Just as the first challenge, a teacher was assigned to give the students details concerning the upcoming stage and the teacher called to the stage was none other the student's favorite.
She was the one. The one you are thinking about. Slaying as always, the woman of the moment walked up to the stage with her ravishing body movement and pose.
Just as beautiful as she was, she held on the mic and let out her beautiful voice.