[Whistling sound]
"Stop it you fucker, otherwise I will rip your mouth."
Derek-"Why are you so angry Mister?"
Jason-(frustrated)"Oh, so now you're telling me why I'm angry? Consider yourself lucky that I haven't hit you."
Derek-"But how was I supposed to know that it would turn out that way?"
Jason-"But why didn't you tell me beforehand that I also needed to buy the charger? Now the system is scamming me by charging the same price for the charger as for both mobile phones."
Derek-"Hey, Mister, didn't you know that the mobile needs to be charged?"
Jason-"I know it, but I thought it wouldn't need charging based on the unique features you mentioned about today's mobile phones."
Derek-"But how was I supposed to know about it before that your scammer system charged it that much?"
Jason-"Now, these are useless without the charger."
Derek-"Of course, this is."
Jason-"So. now I better start to collect Teja."
Derek-"Not again Mister, let's go to the city again."
Jason-"I am not going. If you want to go, then take care."
Derek-"Okay(with disappointment)"
Jason starts meditating and Derek leaves from there.
This Psycho never listens to me.
Derek starts exploring the city.
"Hey! Who are you? I never seen you there before."
(Derek freezes with terror)"Actually, I-I-I..(looks to his back) Ohh! he is nobody but just a fucking kid".I become so afraid."Hey, you little shit! run from here."
Kid-"Tell me(shows his little plastic toy sword to Derek."
Derek-"Run from here. I am not merciless man."
Kid-"I never afraid of you. I have enough power to protect my kingdom from you losers."
I think this kid is the ex-student of that Psycho.
Derek-"Hey kid run. You're making me angry."
Kid-"No, I don't. Tell me who are you?
Derek-"Hey kid don't make me angry."
The scene shifts to Charles, who is practicing on his ground.
"So, he is here."
(Charles looks at them very boldly)
"I want to pull this Motherfucker pupil."
Charles-"What you need Senior."
Skyen with his 3 more friends.
Skyen-"Hey friends, today we have to color our hands with blood."
One of his friends with long hair-"Of course, we will surely break his one leg and one hand, and then we will see how he will join the tournament."
Charles-"If it's like that, then I won't spare you either."
Charles pulls his sword and gives the sign to start it.
(Skyen leaps at Charles with a fierce shout, swinging his sword in a wide arc. Charles, with a calm expression, effortlessly parries the attack with his own blade. The force of the clash sends sparks flying, but Charles remains unshaken. Frustrated, Skyen renews his assault, launching a flurry of strikes with increasing intensity. Charles deflects each blow with practiced precision, his movements fluid and controlled.
Skyen's heavyset friend, who had been watching from the sidelines, decides to join the fray. He charges forward, aiming a powerful swipe at Charles. Charles, anticipating the move, sidesteps gracefully and brings his sword up to block the incoming attack. The impact resonates through the air, but Charles remains focused, his gaze never leaving Skyen.
As the battle rages on, the remaining two friends of Skyen, both wielding swords, close in from different angles. They attack simultaneously, hoping to overwhelm Charles with their combined efforts. Charles pivots, countering their strikes with swift, decisive movements. His sword slices through the air with deadly accuracy, repelling each attack and forcing his opponents to retreat momentarily.
Despite the relentless onslaught, Charles stands his ground. The coordinated attacks of Skyen and his friends create a whirlwind of steel and fury, but Charles' skill and composure keep him one step ahead. He parries, dodges, and strikes with a grace that belies the intensity of the battle. Skyen's frustration grows as he witnesses his friends' futile attempts to break through Charles' defenses.
Skyen, determined not to be outdone, roars with anger and renews his attack with even greater ferocity. His friends rally behind him, each one pushing their limits in an effort to overpower Charles. Yet, Charles remains a formidable opponent, his every move a testament to his training and resilience. The clash of swords and the grunts of exertion fill the air, painting a vivid picture of a fierce and unyielding struggle.)
"Why this Fucker is so strong?"
When these all peoples gathered there.
About a dozen people gathered and started watching the battle, all of them seemed to be supporting Charles.
"Hey. Why are all of you supporting this bastard, I am your next king."
(Suddenly Charles punches him.)
(Skyen screams with anger. All his friends were punished by Charles."
The scene shifts to Derek's side.
"Hey kid. Let me go otherwise I don't anyway but too"(listens to scream)
"Haha! You are such a kid you're screaming"
Derek-"It's not me this is someone else."
Derek rushes to the battleground and starts watching their fight.
"What are they doing?
(Skyen, consumed by rage, unleashes a series of brutal, powerful strikes. His sword swings with a newfound ferocity, each blow echoing with a thunderous clang as it crashes against Charles' blade. Sparks erupt from their clashing steel, casting bright, erratic flashes of light in the dimly lit arena. The sound of their swords meeting is sharp and resonant, like the crack of a whip followed by the deep rumble of thunder.
Charles, having dispatched Skyen's friends, now faces a whirlwind of raw power. He deflects Skyen's relentless onslaught with precise, calculated movements. Each clash of their swords sends a shiver through the air, the metallic ring resonating and lingering. The force of their strikes causes the ground to tremble, and the occasional burst of sparks illuminates their intense expressions.
Skyen's anger fuels his every move, making his attacks increasingly aggressive and unpredictable. He grunts with exertion, each swing pushing Charles to the edge. Charles counters with fluid grace, his blade moving in near-perfect arcs to absorb and redirect the powerful strikes. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the sharp tang of heated metal, adding to the primal intensity of the duel.
The battle escalates into a dazzling display of skill and strength, with the sound of clashing swords becoming a rhythmic symphony of battle. The sparks continue to fly, and the reverberations of their blows create a backdrop of raw, elemental force. Both combatants are locked in an exhilarating dance of power and precision, each determined to outlast the other in this ultimate, high-stakes confrontation.)
Derek becomes so excited by seeing them fighting.
(As the intense battle rages on, Skyen's fury begins to wane, his movements growing slower and more erratic from exhaustion. Charles, his face set in a determined grimace, seizes the moment. With a powerful and decisive swing, he deflects Skyen's final desperate strike and counters with a swift, precise thrust. The blade connects with a resonant clang, sending Skyen's sword flying from his hand.
Skyen stumbles back, gasping for breath, his anger replaced by disbelief and fatigue. Charles, panting but composed, stands over him, the arena now quiet except for the lingering echoes of their fierce clash. The ground is littered with the scattered remnants of the intense duel—scratches on the earth, scattered sparks, and the marks of their struggle.
With a final, authoritative gesture, Charles lowers his sword, signaling the end of the confrontation. Skyen, defeated, sinks to his knees, his pride and anger exhausted. The once chaotic scene now settles into a somber calm, as Charles stands victorious, the clear victor of this ultimate and grueling battle.)
Skyen- (gasping for breath, his face twisted in a mixture of rage and disbelief) "This can't be happening! I'm of royal blood! You, a mere commoner, should never have beaten me!"
Charles-(wiping sweat from his brow, his voice calm and steady) "It's not about bloodlines or titles. It's about skill and strength. And today, I was the better fighter."
Skyen-(gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with fury) "You think this is some sort of triumph? You're nothing but a lowly bastard, and this victory means nothing. You're just a nobody who got lucky!"
Charles-(his expression unchanging, his tone firm) "Luck had nothing to do with it. You were overpowered by your own rage and arrogance. If you'd fought with more discipline, maybe the outcome would have been different."
Skyen-(cursing through clenched teeth) "Damn you, Charles! Do you think you've proven something? You've only proven that you're a pathetic fool who got lucky once. Royal blood will always be superior to your kind!"
Charles- (raising an eyebrow, his gaze steady)"Your royal blood might give you status, but it doesn't grant you invincibility. Maybe it's time you learned that true strength comes from within, not from titles or lineage."
Skyen- (struggling to stand, his voice a mixture of frustration and defiance) "This isn't over. I'll make sure you regret this. You'll see. You'll all see!"
Charles- (shaking his head slightly, his tone measured) "Do what you must, Senior I mean Skyen. But remember, it's not the blood you're born with that matters. It's how you conduct yourself that defines you."
Skyen- (storming off, throwing a final, venomous glance over his shoulder) "You haven't seen the last of me. This isn't the end."
Charles- (watching him leave, his expression one of resolute calm) "We'll see what the future holds, then."
(Derek eyes is shining like a crystal, he becomes so inspired by them.)
With this newfound inspiration, Derek resolves to pursue swordsmanship, driven by the profound impact Charles' performance has had on him. The desire to learn and grow, to embrace the discipline and artistry of the sword, becomes a powerful motivator for Derek as he contemplates his next steps.
Kid-"Hey, tell me who are you."
Kid-"Hey, You listening to what I said."
Derek rushes to the Jason
"Hey, where are you running? I said stop."
Derek approaches there and asks Jason
"Hey Mister, you know how to wield a sword."
Jason-"For what?"
Derek-"I want to learn it. Do you know how to use a sword?"
Jason-"I know, but I don't have time for this."
Derek-"Please"(requesting with innocent face)
Jason-"Please Master."
Derek-"You know, if I learned swordsmanship, I could protect you while you meditate, and you wouldn't have to waste your energy on trivial matters."
(Jason took a deep thought and said)
Jason-"Since you've called me 'Master,' I'll take it upon myself to teach you."
Derek jumped with excitement
The scene ends here with Derek dancing.