The sun began its descent beyond the horizon, casting long shadows over Neospace. In the tranquil surroundings of the beach, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The clash between Yenza and Wendy was about to begin, and the outcome would have far-reaching implications for their future.

Yenza stood tall, their hair gleaming under the fading light. Their gaze locked onto Wendy, who exuded a quiet confidence. Each step taken by Yenza was deliberate, filled with determination and purpose. This was not just a friendly sparring session—it was a pivotal moment in their journey.

Wendy, too, prepared herself for the impending fight. She adjusted her stance, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Yenza. Despite her youthful appearance, there was a wisdom in her movements, a hint of some of the battles she had already faced. She had grown stronger and more resilient since the last time they met.

Maer watched from the sidelines, her expression inscrutable. She observed every detail, keenly aware of the stakes involved. Her children's progress and the destiny of their family rested on the outcome of this confrontation to her. The weight of her expectation for Yenza hung heavily in the air.

A gentle breeze swept through the beach. The world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation as Yenza and Wendy took their positions, eyes locked in a silent challenge. The hopes and dreams they carried for themselves and Neospace were palpable in the air.

The clash erupted, Yenza's fists propelled by the surging cosmic energy of Neos, while Wendy channeled her own energy with precise control. Their strikes were swift and powerful, a testament to their training and determination.

Yenza's attacks were fierce and relentless, their punches fueled by the indomitable will to prove themselves. Wendy, agile and quick-witted, evaded and countered with calculated precision. Each blow that clashed did so with a resounding impact, the energy crackling in the air around them.

Maer watched with unwavering focus, analyzing every move, every subtle shift in technique. She recognized the growth in Yenza, their ability to harness the cosmic energy of Neos with increasing mastery. This battle was a crucial test, not just of their physical strength, but of their control and understanding of their powers.

Curiosity danced in the eyes of the onlookers, their gazes fixed on the clash between Yenza and Wendy. Neospacians of all ages and backgrounds had come together, their individual journeys momentarily intertwined by the allure of this remarkable encounter. Whispers of speculation and admiration filled the air, as they marveled at the display of skill and determination.

Among the crowd, there were those who had heard tales of Yenza's exceptional cosmic abilities and others who had witnessed Wendy's growth and resilience firsthand. Their curiosity peaked, and a hunger for knowledge burned within them. They yearned to witness the unfolding clash, eager to unravel the mysteries that shrouded the powers of these two young warriors.

Soon, a familiar duo emerged from the sidelines. Kolra, with a mischievous grin plastered across her face, and Kayo, her younger brother, approached the gathering crowd.

Kayo, now ten years old, couldn't help but steal glances at Wendy. His youthful infatuation still burned brightly within him, and he found himself lost in admiration whenever she was around. Kolra, having grown more understanding of her sister's innocent crush, decided to playfully exploit the situation.

With a theatrical flourish, Kolra stepped forward, raising her hands in mock dramatic fashion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round for the one and only Kayo, smitten by the presence of our beloved Wendy has arrived! Let's give him a round of applause!" she announced with a twinkle in her eye.

The crowd erupted into laughter, their attention momentarily diverted from the intense duel. Even Wendy couldn't help but smile at Kolra's playful antics. Kayo, his face flushing with embarrassment, half-heartedly tried to hide behind his older sister, yet his affectionate admiration for Wendy remained undeniable.

"S-Sister what are you doing?! I told you not to do something crazy like this! Stop this immed—"

Kolra continued her comedic act, mimicking Kayo's adoring gazes and exaggerated swoons.

With theatrical flair, she stepped forward, raising her hands in mock dramatic fashion. A mischievous sparkle danced in her eyes as she prepared to deliver her playful lines.

"Oh, Wendy," Kolra began, her voice resonating with melodrama as she launched into an impromptu speech, "you are the dazzling star that lights up my brother's universe! With every step you take, his heart flutters like a clumsy butterfly trying to find its way in your luminous presence." Kolra placed a hand over her heart, exaggerating the gesture, while her other hand twirled gracefully in the air.

As she spoke, Kolra's words were accompanied by a playful dance, her movements mirroring the whimsical essence of her brother's infatuation. She twirled with elegance, her feet barely touching the sand, as if swept away by the currents of Kayo's affection.

As Kolra's dance reached its finish, Kayo's patience finally wore thin. He jumped forward, his face flushed with anger, and pointed an accusing finger at his sister. "Kolra! How many times have I told you not to embarrass me like this? You always take it too far!"

Kolra, caught off guard by Kayo's sudden outburst, stopped mid-twirl and turned to face her brother, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, come now, dear brother! Where's your sense of humor?" she teased, feigning innocence.

But Kayo was not to be deterred. Ignoring Kolra's playful protests, he stood infront of the crowd with embarrassment . "Please, Please, Pleaseee ladies and gentlemen, do not mind my sister's antics! "She's always been a bit... eccentric. Just focus on the battle! Wendy and Yenza deserve your attention!"

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The onlookers, including Liona and Misty, couldn't contain their laughter.

As Kolra concluded her 'comedic act', a mischievous grin played upon her lips. She knew that their impromptu performance had brought joy and laughter to the spectators gathered on the beach. Inspired by the positive response, an idea sparked in her mischievous mind.

With a twinkle in her eye, Kolra dramatically rummaged through her pockets, as if searching for something of great importance. After a moment of theatrical anticipation, she triumphantly produced a small jar, adorned with colorful ribbons and a sign that read:

**Kolra and Kayo's Laughter Fund**

As if under a spell, the spectators, their hearts lightened by the duo's hilarious performance, began reaching into their pockets and purses, without a second thought. Coins and bills of varying denominations were tossed into the air, sailing through the sunlight and landing with gentle clinks in the waiting tip jar.

Kolra's grin widened as the money rained down, each donation a testament to the enjoyment their act had brought. It seemed that everyone, caught up in the moment, was eager to show their appreciation and support for the lightheartedness they had experienced.

As the donations continued to pour into the tip jar, Kayo remained frozen in awe as he was completley caught off-guard by his sister's idea. His jaw hanged open in disbelief at his sister's ability to rally such support. He watched with wide eyes as Neospacians from all walks of life eagerly contributed to their comedy fund. It was a testament to the impact Kolra's performance had made on their hearts, as well as their willingness to come together in support of a shared moment of joy.

Kolra continued to dance through the crowd, her movements infused with a newfound energy and enthusiasm. She weaved through the spectators, effortlessly navigating the sea of laughter and applause. With each twirl and spin, she radiated a contagious joy, her spirit intermingling with the collective mirth of the beach.

But even in the midst of this jubilant scene, Kolra's attention remained keenly fixed on the ongoing battle between Yenza and Wendy. As the tip jar overflowed with the heartfelt contributions of their fellow Neospacians, she knew it was time to shift her focus back to the significance of the moment. With a final graceful twirl, Kolra spun around, her gaze locking onto the intense duel unfolding before her.

The duel between Yenza and Wendy continued. Wendy's attention was drawn to the presence of Kolra and Kayo. She caught a glimpse of their familiar faces amidst the onlookers, their mischievous expressions giving away their playful intentions.

In the distance, Prince Howl and Maer, their expressions unyielding and serious, observed the battle with unwavering focus. Their attention had not wavered amidst the laughter and entertainment that had enveloped the beach.

Wendy's eyes met Kolra's, and a knowing smile passed between them. She could sense the teasing that lay beneath Kolra's gaze. Wendy's heart warmed at the sight of her friends

Yenza's laughter rang out, his voice brimming with amusement. "Ah, Wendy, it seems your so-called 'boyfriend' has graced us with his presence! It's too bad he came to see your defeat" he taunted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Wendy raised an eyebrow, her playful smirk growing wider. "'Boyfriend' ?That's quite an imaginative leap, Yenza. But I assure you, my focus lies elsewhere !"

Kolra, unable to resist a chance for a playful jab, joined in the conversation.

"Oh, Yenza, your matchmaking skills are truly a spectacle. But Wendy here is a force to be reckoned with, far too independent to be tied down by any romantic notions," she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Kayo, caught up in the moment, couldn't help but add his own statement to the mix.

"You know, it seems like you're being overwhelmed, Yenza and you don't know what to do next. Is Wendy really giving you that much trouble? Maybe it's time to work on your own fighting skills instead of fixating on imaginary relationships!"

Yenza's anger flared up. He charged forward with a powerful blow, fueled by frustration and the desire to prove himself. But Wendy, ever agile and quick-witted, anticipated his attacks with uncanny precision. She effortlessly evaded, her movements flowing with grace and precision, striking back at Yenza from all angles while gracefully around his retaliatory strikes.

The onlookers watched in awe as Wendy's skill and agility were on full display. Her strikes were precise, calculated, and delivered with a finesse that belied her age. Yenza struggled to keep up, his frustration growing with each unsuccessful attempt to land a blow.

With a swift and graceful movement, Wendy sidestepped Yenza's incoming attack, seizing the perfect opportunity to strike. Her fist connected with precision, striking Yenza's side with a resounding impact. The force of the blow sent him staggering backward, his balance slipping.

Yenza fought to regain his footing, his determination driving him to push through the pain and continue the battle; however, Wendy was relentless in her assault. She closed the distance between them in an instant, launching a rapid series of strikes that left Yenza struggling to defend himself.

One final powerful blow landed square on Yenza's chest, knocking the air out of him. The impact sent him hurtling backward, his body crashing onto the sandy ground with a thud. The crowd gasped, their collective breath held in suspense as Yenza lay momentarily stunned.

Wendy stood over him. She had no desire to actually humiliate her opponent, but rather to prove her own strength and earn her rightful place in the cosmic hierarchy.

Yenza groaned, his body aching from the impact, but his spirit unbroken. He slowly pushed himself up, refusing to be defeated so easily.

"Yenza, you FOOL! I've had enough of your pitiful distractions," Maer's voice bellowed, commanding and authoritative. The resonance of his words carried the unmistakable power and dominance .The disappointment was cutting through the air like a sharp blade. She demanded Yenza's attention, her intense gaze piercing through the haze of Yenza's momentary lapse.

"You dare to stray from the path we've forged together? " Maer's voice growled "I didn't train you for these 3 years to fight like some pathetic excuse for a fighter! You're supposed to be a Neos warrior, a Celeston, a force to be reckoned with, now START. FIGHTING. like the Yenza I Know!"

Taking a deep breath, Yenza straightened his posture, his gaze meeting Maer's unwaveringly. His voice, once filled with amusement and jest, now carried a newfound resolve.

"Mother, you're right," he replied, his tone firm and resolute. "I momentarily lost sight of the warrior I aimed to be for a moment... but do not worry. I have heard your words.. I will not allow that to happen again."

His words hung in the air, a proclamation of his renewed commitment to his training and his path as a Neos warrior. The spectators watched in anticipation, sensing the shift in Yenza's energy.

With newfound determination, Yenza stepped forward, his movements more confident than earlier. His eyes locked onto Wendy, a spark of competitive fire igniting within him. He knew that to prove himself worthy to his Mother, he would need to give it his all in the upcoming clash.

"I won't hold back any longer, Wendy," Yenza declared, his voice steady and resolute. "Prepare yourself, for this battle is far from over !"