Aswa sprinted toward Celsi at full speed.
As he got close, he executed a spinning kick—
But before it could land, Celsi struck him in the stomach.
Aswa was sent flying once again.
But this time, Celsi didn’t stay still.
She vanished again.
In an instant, she was behind Aswa while he was still airborne—
And launched a devastating kick.
Aswa was hurled in the opposite direction.
But once wasn’t enough.
She did it again.
And again.
Punching.
Kicking.
Slapping.
Again and again.
Over and over.
Relentlessly.
Without stopping.
Without mercy.
Again—
Again—
Aga—
"Huff..."
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Aswa jolted awake, drenched in sweat.
"You finally up?" Arca was doing sit-ups, his shirt off.
"Why are you sweating more than me?... Oh yeah, you should check this out. The nurse said Celsi left this for you." Arca handed him a piece of paper from Celsi.
Aswa glanced at the paper, then smirked.
"So, you up for it?" he chuckled.
"Of course." Arca grinned back.
Arca threw his shirt back on.
Aswa stretched, warming up.
"Now?" Arca asked.
"When else?" Aswa replied.
They took off running.
The school hallways were eerily silent, cloaked in darkness. A cold chill filled the air.
They passed classroom after classroom—
Until they reached the last one.
A dead end.
Only a solid wall stood before them.
"You ever hear that saying about dead ends? If there's no path, make one yourself! Hahaha!" Aswa laughed.
"That’s not a saying... Wait, isn’t that from another story?" Arca squinted.
Drip... drip...
Rain began to fall.
BRAKKK!
The wall shattered.
Aswa and Arca leaped from the third floor.
"You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? Haha!" Aswa shouted mid-air.
"The rain sets a nice mood," Arca added.
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[CELSI VS ASWA & ARCA - ROUND 2]
Celsi stood in the middle of the field, already drenched.
She looked up at them, mainly at Aswa, who was still laughing.
Her vision blurred.
For a moment, she saw someone else—
Someone jumping toward her, laughing, reaching out for a hug.
Someone from her past.
Plashh!
Aswa and Arca landed in a puddle, splashing water everywhere.
They faced her.
"How do I get you two to surrender?" Celsi asked.
"Never happened before," Aswa grinned.
"Once, but that was a long time ago," Arca admitted.
"???" Celsi frowned.
Aswa took small steps forward—
Then broke into a sprint.
Arca followed right behind him.
Aswa leaped and swung a kick at Celsi.
She dodged easily, slipping behind him, ready to land a punch.
But—
From behind, Arca’s fist was already aiming for the back of her head.
Right before it connected—
She vanished.
"You can see me, kid?" Celsi reappeared a distance away.
"No way. That’s my move. But I did notice something—whenever you dodge, you tend to move backward." Arca smirked.
"Oh, so that’s why... I only did that because you two are weak. No wonder you caught on."
Celsi closed her eyes—
Then opened them.
And vanished once more.
Before they could react—
She was suddenly between them, a fist aimed at each of them.
BHUAKK!
Aswa and Arca were sent flying.
Arca tumbled far away—
But Aswa, even as he was struck from behind, managed to grab Celsi’s leg before getting flung away.
Even though he took the hit, he held on tight.
Then—
He pulled her in.
And aimed a punch straight for her face.
BHUAKK!
—TO BE CONTINUED—