"Okay, the rules are simple. You both will fight until one of them accepts defeat or turns unconscious. Anything goes but no energy using and since we are making it fair, Markus won't be using any weapon and will rely on his fist," Spoke Spencer, the same purple haired guy, as he observed me and then the white-haired kid, Markus.
We were currently in a training room, standing on a white platform that seemed to be designed for fighting and training. I could see a few more people wearing white training dresses as they observed us from a distance. As for mom and Erza, they were carefully looking at me.
'It seems mom wants to tell me something but is hesitating to say it,' I pondered a little before observing that kid in front of me.
