[Zenil's POV]
I stood in front of Ayana, who had just woken up from sleep. Her hair weren't combed, and had a tired expression on her face. She was currently wearing a pink colored tshirt, and black shorts. All in all she was currently in a half asleep state, and an easy target.
All I needed to do was to land a single hit on her. I could do it. Well, that's what I thought.
I took the familiar stance, and stood their waiting for her to pay attention. She looked at me, and noticed that I had taken my stance, yet she didn't move.
The disrespect.
That's all I could think, she wasn't as vary of me as she was yesterday. She thought of me as a lowly opponent she could easily defeat.
I am not denying this, otherwise my task would have been to spar with her and win, or maybe continue the spar for a set amount of time. But, no, my target was to just come in contact with her once.
So, of course I knew she wasn't someone I could take lightly. I still vividly remember just how hard her grip was yesterday, and the look in her eyes, it still terrified me. I still don't remember how I managed to free myself from her.
To top it all of, she had some kind of supernatural ability. Though this didn't surprise me for some reason. Maybe it was because I had met Ryong previously, or maybe because of the sudden gain in strength I experienced that day. I just had a hunch that there was something out of this world within this.
I lunged towards with all my might with my punch ready to impact her face.
She dodged the attack at a very high speed by swerving herself to the side.
I launched a second punch from my other hand.
She evaded this hit by simply taking a few steps back.
All this happened within a moment or so. Her speed was ridiculous.
I threw a few more punches, but they all were dodged with ease. Feeling a little defeated I stopped to take a breath.
"Is that it?" She tried to say while yawning. After stretching her hands upwards, while standing on her toes, she finally, completely woke up.
"You are weak." She said with a smirk on her face.
I maintained my composure, not showing her my irritation. Wearing my pokerface, I looked at her with a slight smile.
At this point in time I couldn't think of anything. All I needed to do was touch her once, yet I couldn't- Wait! The condition set by Ryong, it wasn't for me to touch her, no, it was…
***
[Narrator's POV]
Once again Zenil leaped towards Ayana with his fist curled into a punch.
Once again Ayana evaded the attack.
Zenil kept attacking the girl, while she continuously kept dodging Zenil's fists. Even though Zenil had started to lose his stamina, perspiring heavily while panting were clear signs of this, Ayana was yet to break a single sweat. She hadn't changed since the start of the fight, except for completely waking up nothing had changed.
Zenil's punches and the dodging movements from Ayana followed a familiar pattern, akin to a loop. For the past fifteen or so minutes, this same pattern of movements was being displayed from both sides.
One could easily see that Ayana didn't care much about the fight, she didn't even feel threatened by Zenil's punches.
'This is so torturous.' Ayana thought to herself.
Zenil stopped to get some rest. He was panting heavily. Sweating profusely, he looked at the ground, desperately trying to hide the grin on his face.
'She has gotten used to this by now. No matter how much you try to hide your emotions, there is no one my age who I can't see through.' Zenil thought to himself while supporting himself on his knees.
'I know you are currently thinking of me as a little child who is throwing a tantrum. But, deceit is my forte. I'll do it now.' Zenil thought as he wiped off the sweat on his chin with his wrist.
Once more, Zenil started attacking Ayana.
As the familiar pattern started repeating itself, Zenil sent a straight punch toward Ayana's face, a move she easily sidestepped. However, Zenil's true intention was not to strike her but to initiate a reaction. His previous attack was a feint. In the fleeting moment when Ayana evaded the punch, Zenil swiftly changed the trajectory of his hand, aiming not for her face but for a subtle touch on her chest.
Suddenly Ayana's instincts kicked in, her eyes widened and she skillfully dodged the altered trajectory, narrowly avoiding the inappropriate contact. Yet, the intimate nature of the feint left her visibly outraged. A surge of anger flashed in her eyes as she registered Zenil's deceitful maneuver.
"A feint?" Ryong murmured from the sidelines. He didn't show much change in his emotions, but this had indeed surprised the mysterious man a little bit.
"You bastard!" Ayana roared in anger. Her eyes swirling with rage within them started to dimly glow with a blue hue.
She curled her fist into a punch and rushed towards Zenil, who was currently backing away from her. In her fury, Ayana abandoned her initial strategy of evading and dodging. Instead, she launched a counterattack, closing the distance between them with lightning speed. Within a moment, her punch connected, sending the boy flying a few meters.
The punch directly came into contact with his solar plexus. He crashed into one of the walls of the large arena, with his back against the wall. As soon as he hit the wall, he coughed out some blood and looked at the furious Ayana, and the indifferent Ryong.
"I came into contact with her." Zenil barely managed to mutter before passing out.
Seeing this, Ayana's face whitened out and astonishment appeared on her face, while a maniac-like smile formed on Ryong's face.
"I-I was tricked?"
***
"This crazy dude!" Ryong chuckled with a smile on his face.
"What are you laughing for?" Ayana inquired with frustration.
"He made a fool out of you. Isn't that quite funny?"
"Not at all."
"Whatever the case may be, you need to control your anger issues. It's good you held back while hitting him, but you seriously need to get your anger in control." Ryong said as he caressed his daughter.
Currently, they were waiting outside the hospital room in which Zenil was recuperating. According to the doctor who checked him, Zenil currently had a few broken ribs, and some serious damage to his backbone.
A normal human wouldn't have been able to ever walk after getting this much damage, but this didn't apply to those who could connect with Marma.
"How is he? What happened to him?" Glynn asked as he power-walked through the corridor.
"Nothing, he just got into a fight with her, and ended up here," Ryong said nonchalantly. "He'll be alright."
"That's good, but who is he anyways, Sir Ryong?" Glynn asked.
"He is just a young talent I picked up."
***
In an empty classroom, three figures stood distant from each other. The warm afternoon sunlight was lighting up the room.
"Aquinas. Dexter, you will attack Aquinas Academy today. Take as many people as you want." Cyrille told Dexter.
Aquinas was a school under the jurisdiction of Autumn Grove High School. Each ranked school had a territory under its rule, and all the schools within that certain area came under that school's jurisdiction.
"So, we are indeed going along with his plan?" Dexter asked.
"You saw it for yourself, the way he mercilessly-" Audrey said but was interrupted.
"Yeah, I did. Don't remind me of that scene. It was too gruesome even for me." Dexter said as a shiver ran down him.
"Don't worry. His plan will work, after all, even I made some tweaks." Cyrille said.
"I hope so," Dexter said as he slightly nodded.
"This is the spark, that will ignite the war," Cyrille said as she gulped. Uncertainty had shadowed her beautiful face, yet a confident smirk was on her face.