"Hey Mark! Open up!" Emily shouted, knocking on Mark's door, but there was no response. She worriedly opened the door to find Mark wasn't in the room. The room was small, so she didn't need to look around much.
'Where has Mark gone? I haven't seen him for three whole days. Could it be that he's with Asami?' Without thinking, she hurriedly ran out of Mark's room and headed to Asami's. She reached Asami's door and began knocking. Asami walked out, her eyes seemingly tired from lack of rest, having also been searching for Mark for days.
"Have you seen Mark?" Emily asked. Asami's worry grew even more, thinking Mark was with Emily.
"No, I thought he was with you." Emily replied
"No he's not I haven't seen him for a while, maybe let's ask the Village Chief," Asami suggested. Asami and Emily walked to the Village Chief's house.
Meanwhile, Mark sat opposite to a mask with a void on it. He got up and picked it up, his clothes were a mess from constant slashing. He had been training non stop for three days.
'I'll finish everything this week, I shouldn't let anything stop me or destruct me,' he thought as he put on the mask.
Immediately, his clothes changed to black, with no slash marks from a sword. The void on the mask began to spin around
'I'm already halfway close to the level four section, getting there won't be too much trouble,' he thought, then dashed north at an incredible speed, his hands hanging back, running fast and smooth, making no sound.
'Compared to anyone here, my swordsman skills are trash, if I didn't have power, I would have been killed in the first level, getting two pistols wasn't a mistake on my side, I might be a bad swordsman but I have great aim' he thought, but his thoughts were interrupted when he abruptly stopped, not wanting to go further.
He jumped back as if in response to something.
"What was that energy?" Mark sighed.
"I can't go forward." The oppressive power he felt was greater than anything he had experienced before, since he came here.
Mark turned around to head back but met a woman in front of him.
'Why couldn't I feel her?' he thought.
"You're quite strong, to be able to sense my power, tell me, are you Mark?" she asked, moving her Long black hair behind her. Before Mark could answer, she continued:
"No, you can't be, you're the one who killed all my comrades, Aknaili right?." Hearing this, Mark got scared, but he couldn't move, as if she had held him in place without using any aura but only her gaze.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Aknaili asked, trying his best to keep calm.
"I like that mask, take it off. I might not kill you," she said in a calm tone, her eyes fixed on the mask.
"What if you don't like the face you find under the mask?" Mark asked, as he moved his hands apart.
"I'll kill you, of course," she replied with a smile, her eyes glinting with a hint of malice.
"Then no, I won't take my mask off,". Mark said firmly, his hands suddenly producing two pistols. He aimed them at apart, ready to defend himself.
"Okay, I'll take it anyway. Let me just kill you," see said, her speed incredible as she closed the distance between them. Mark tried to jump back, but she was too fast. With a swift punch, she sent him flying meters away, he held on to his pistols. Mark crashed to the ground, dazed and disoriented, as She approached him, her eyes fixed on the mask.
Mark flipped back onto his feet and tried to flee, but the lady was too fast. She kicked him back onto the ground with ease.
"Can't we make this simple? You remove the mask, I take it, I hate your face, I kill you. Why do you want to make a beautiful girl like play dirty games?" she said, trying to act cute, her voice sugary sweet.
'Screw this, why did I have to meet her?, Mark thought, his mind racing.
'I can barely stand up after just two blows, another one and I'll be knocked out' He tried to get up again, but his body felt heavy and weak.
The woman lowered herself to his level, a playful glint in her eye:
"It's cute that you're trying your best to get up, but we'll play another time. I have to get back to my job. Bye, honey," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned in and kissed his mask, her lips cold and unforgiving. Then, with a flick of her hair, she disappeared, leaving Mark stunned and helpless on the ground.
"What's wrong with these crazy powerful people?" Mark muttered to himself, his voice laced with frustration and pain. He struggled to his feet, his body aching from the brutal encounter with the strong lady. With a heavy sigh.
Remon's sister with her flowing hair and graceful movements, stood tall as Remon charged towards her with his daggers drawn. Remon's face twisted in a snarl, he lunged at her with swift and deadly strikes, but she dodged each blow with ease. gliding across the ground as she sidestepped and weaved around his attacks. As Remon continued to press his assault, the his sister's hands came up, and with a subtle push, she sent him flying across the place. He crashed to the ground, his daggers skittering from his grasp, but quickly rose to his feet. He picked up his daggers and launched himself at his sister once more, his daggers flashing in the light. But again, she dodged and pushed, her movements almost lazy in their efficiency. Remon stumbled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes blazing with frustration. The battle continued, Remon attacking with all his might, she was only dodging and pushing him back with grace and precision without hurting him. She finally attacked him, Despite his skills, Remon found himself on the defensive, his movements growing more labored as the lady's relentless counterattacks wore him down.
When he stumbled to the ground she stopped.
"We're done for today, alright?" He looked at her his face filled with frustration:
"But sis"
"We're done" she walked away from him.
"No!" He stubbed his dagger on the ground in frustration.