The city was never truly silent, but there were moments—brief, fleeting seconds—where the noise dipped just enough for someone attuned to notice. Renjiro thrived in those moments. They allowed him to feel the shift in the air, the pulse of something unseen.

And tonight, the air was heavy with anticipation.

The plan was simple: make enough noise, and The Ghost would come to him.

Kaito had offered a handful of locations that might work, but Renjiro had chosen the abandoned shipping district near the city’s outskirts. Isolated, dark, with plenty of vantage points for someone who preferred to remain unseen. If The Ghost was watching, they’d see this as the perfect opportunity.

He stood at the center of a rusting cargo yard, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded as he let his presence spread just enough to disturb the balance.

Then, he waited.

A Challenge in the Dark: Part 2

It didn’t take long.

A soundless movement. A ripple in the air. A presence brushing the edge of his perception.

Renjiro exhaled slowly. There.

He didn’t move, didn’t react, but his mind sharpened. His instincts screamed danger.

His lips curled into a smirk. Finally.

The attack came without warning.

A dagger of compressed Koi energy sliced through the air, aiming straight for his throat.

Renjiro twisted, his body shifting at the last possible moment. The blade skimmed past his skin, missing him by less than an inch. He felt the pressure of it, the sheer precision behind the strike.

Fast. Too fast.

A flicker of motion—another strike, this time from behind. Silent, controlled, lethal.

Renjiro barely had time to pivot, raising an arm to block. The impact reverberated through him, forcing him back a step. Whoever they were, they weren’t just fast. They were measured. Precise. A predator striking at the exact moment of weakness.

And yet—

A low chuckle escaped his lips. This is getting fun.

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His opponent didn’t hesitate. The next strike came from above—a downward kick meant to crush his skull.

Renjiro sidestepped, countering with a sharp elbow aimed at their ribs. The figure twisted mid-air, avoiding his strike by an impossible margin.

They landed soundlessly a few feet away, their posture low, predatory.

The dim moonlight cast long shadows over their frame. Sleek, wrapped in black, face obscured beneath a mask.

The Ghost.

Renjiro rolled his shoulders. “Gotta say, I expected someone with a little more flair.”

No response. Not even a shift in breathing.

Interesting.

The Ghost lunged again, and this time, Renjiro decided to meet them head-on.

He moved, faster than before, matching their rhythm. Blow for blow, dodge for dodge. A clash of movement and reflex. A test.

They were fast. Ridiculously so. But Renjiro had lived through eras of war, through centuries of battle. And speed alone wasn’t enough.

He adjusted. Adapted.

A perfectly timed sidestep. A counterstrike aimed at the masked figure’s shoulder. Contact.

The Ghost faltered for half a second.

Renjiro caught a flicker of something—surprise? Frustration?

Then, in an instant, they disappeared into the shadows.

Renjiro exhaled, standing still, listening.

“You’re good,” he murmured into the empty night. “But you’re not untouchable.”

Silence.

Then—

A voice. Low, measured, and impossibly close.

“Neither are you.”

A blade pressed against his back.

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For the first time in a long while, Renjiro felt something close to excitement.

He smirked. “Well now. That’s interesting.”

The Ghost didn’t press the blade further, but their presence remained unwavering. Testing him.

Renjiro slowly turned his head, just enough to catch the faint glint of steel in the moonlight. “If you wanted me dead, you would’ve done it already.”

A pause. Then, the blade withdrew.

“You intrigue me,” The Ghost admitted, their voice unreadable. “Few people can keep up.”

Renjiro turned fully, meeting the masked figure’s gaze—or at least, the void where their eyes should be. “You’ve been watching me.”

“Yes.”

He tilted his head. “Why?”

Another pause. Then, “To see what kind of threat you are.”

Renjiro chuckled. “And? What’s the verdict?”

The Ghost was silent for a moment before finally saying, “Unclear.”

Renjiro’s smirk widened. “Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out.”

A flicker of amusement. Or maybe it was just his imagination. Either way, The Ghost took a step back, fading into the shadows once more.

“We will meet again, Takatsuki Renjiro.”

And just like that, they were gone.

Renjiro stood alone in the quiet night, his heart steady, his mind already racing.

He had found his opponent.

Or rather—

They had found him.