"Your doing Good kid" The man screamed with a smile, extending his hand for a punch.
I took grasp of the wooden sword and barely manage to deflect it landing a tap on his belly which didn't do much damage. The man was moving more than before excited by a good match I guess I wasn't the only one living boldly. He rushed towards me using his hand like a shield he hit right into the wooden sword making me worry it is about to break.
Trying to go for the legs I perform a low sweep with my foot which he responds by jumping and applying more pressure cracking the rock floor in the process.
"I like you, kid." His grin disappeared revealing a small frown which he brushed off instantly like what my dad does which was a trait that reminded me of bad days.
With a fit of rage, my eyes glow making me feel as if I was bigger like a certain situation, making my eyes convert molecules with a blue and thunder-shaped fire as the arena starts getting crust and my sword starts to melt into ash.
The man grins at the situation "Using an ability huh?" The man claps his hand disappearing into nothingness probably a type of camouflage "I shall Use it as well!"
From my back, I hear a loud Thomp launching me forward I nearly get back at my footing by holding out a piece of the broken arena assuming a 4 legged style like a wild beast, for some reason I smiled even without a sword I was excited like I was waiting for this moment.
"Get it on Man, try to match up." I look up with a glare and a smile, my eyes fully turning red not revealing a trace of my normally blue eyes "I'm Ready!"
The man starts laughing with a drop of sweat coming out of his buzz cut "HAHAHA, you just gotta try kid." He said with a tear rolling down his eyes.
It was either, he wasn't naive, or noble he knew he could easily beat me. It wasn't him being cocky he was just telling me the truth, that hurt my pride.
"I bet I can beat you though" My eyes flared at my bold accusation.
"Ready when you are."
After this we battle for 30 minutes as the man went easy on me until I fell from exhaustion, only being able to maintain my power for 15 minutes thanks to my body overheating and starting to throw a fit like an elastic man being shot with a bullet. I continued picking up another sword and then another but none of them felt right unlike the cyan blade from my dreams, it was weird but... Was the cyan sword a perfect match? The other blades didn't seem to make me feel like holding a lover's hand, unlike the cyan sword.
Was it because it was a wooden sword, and not a real one? There was no time to worry about it now though. Even though I still have a lot to figure out about my current state, aside from the weird fiery lightning power being stronger than normal everything was normal.
It was a mid-grade ability after all.
...
As I looked at the kid something seemed different, he was not a genius but he was weirdly enticing. Even with his personality he knew how to act and that's respectable- Balancing your mind and characteristics is no easy job for somebody his age also with an ability at an upper mid-level which should at least get him to the 6th dorm or higher.
Were there more strings going on than expected?
"Good job kid" I extended him a hand that he threw away without hesitation.
"I don't need your help," He said with a wobbly head. The kid was lying- He was drowning in sweat for god's sake. But still being able to be like this after a complete loss is a good trait. We can make good use of him.
"Good job then" I waved goodbye before he left the gym.
He reminds me of my kid...
...
"I have no idea how it didn't burn" As I pinched the uniform that somehow didn't even have 1 burned part, my eyes immediately became white imagining how expensive this was. I was ready to get a new uniform if it burned but now I can't even imagine how expensive it would be.
"The rich get richer" Cracking my knuckles I set a new goal 'Getting a lot of bucks' it was simple but a goal that would be useful, who wants honor when you can provide for your loved ones? Certainly not me, I'm the type to sell the trophy after I get it.
Walking up to the cafeteria looks were on me whispering about how did I get so sweaty. Some approached me asking about it which I kindly replied with dad jokes "Hi Sweaty Im dad" it was easy to say they were not fine with this approach.
Anyways as I entered the cafeteria my face changed in three different- ways Gloom: As I saw there were no waffles- Excitement: As I saw steak- Horror: As I saw cube chicken.
I took a plate and I was pretty excited since it was an all-you-can-eat cafe, but when I placed the steak it was kinda sad because it was overly done and it didn't have a quality coal or bbq smell. There were pancakes surprisingly and I took about 3 of them it smelled delicious: A warm and fuzzy breadlike smell enveloped my nostrils. And the smells of syrup and butter added onto the top.
"Not really balanced but it would do" I sat on the nearest seat now realizing how bad of a combo this is, like steak and pancakes. Not the best meal.
Ignoring that I opened the utensils packet and grabbed the knife in my right hand which was still shaky from the fight. Grabbing the fork at my left and piercing down the meat as I cut it with my knife juice flowed up but when I took the first bite all of the juice seemed to have already been lost in the cutting. A 5/10
Now for the pancakes I just used them for thanks to my excitement, quickly devouring the fluffy and bread-flavored mix that enveloped syrup in my mouth adding to the taste also the chewing of it felt amazing as a slight taste of fried eggs was in it that made it weirdly better.
"So good," I said with a full mouth.