Chapter 3

MC POV

"I am afraid, but I have to keep the thing a secret, kid... but I won't mind telling you later when you become an adult." I said, calmly checking up time and observing his physical condition.

'By now he must have used ⅓ of his energy reserve for sure.' I speculated carefully discerning his current state. He was sweating, beaten up and panting roughly, perhaps slightly physically exhausted from the previous exchange.

It's not everyday that Satoru fights people above his own caliber; his current condition is comprehensible.

'He needs to be almost dead if he has to understand the true essence of curse energy plus, I am paid millions of dollars to do it by his clan.' I thought, remembering my deal with his clan a few months ago behind his back.

"Satoru, let's quickly get over this. I have a date tonight and If I miss it I will lose a few million Yen." I started, recallingI had made a promise with her.

"Fine, then." He responded to me as if he can finish all of this in an instant which was quite arrogant of him but what you expect from a spoiled brat. Letting him open the first time I waited thinking how quick should I end it 2 hours, one hour or half an hour.

Easily blocking and deflecting his precise fist packed with curse energy, I perform an uppercut which he also evades with great efforts. 'He is learning.' I commented in my mind, I was still holding back a lot and he was learning my move pattern quicker thanks to his lineage or Six eyes.

Kicking him in the chest as soon as he jumped back to evade the previous attack, I got him disbalanced, then I threw multiple knives at him at a rapid pace which he was unable to block hence, was hit but not at any vital spots.

My plan was to exhaust him to the brink of death, almost empty his curse energy reserves, leave him bleeding with deep cuts and broken bones, then at last tell him the secret to him just like how I achieved it as he is a tank in nature so he can endure it.

However, when fighting with some whose birth was enough to shift the balance of power between the cursed spirits and soccerors one's plan has to be flawless and may struggle with many unseenable variables.

So expect the unexpected for sure.

As the fight continued every ten blows Satoru received from me, he countered one and hit me with two blows showcasing he indeed has what it takes to be the next powerhouse in japan after my absence.

"Are you tired kid," I said, noticing his energy was depleting faster. As he was utilizing more than adequate energy which was a less efficient way of fighting and can prove fatal in near future.

"Hell, No! It's so fun as if we are friends from thousands of years. I don't know why?" He stated how he felt as I can understand him.

The only loss of being the strongest is the life long loneliness one has to bear as I said before everything has a price it's just you have not properly seen or understood the price of certain things as there always is a cost to everything.

"You can take a rest if you want to!" He mocked me with smugness as he lunged at me like a ferocious wild animal attacking its prey which was far from truth or one can say the opposite.

Fighting with him I also had taken a few damages like dislocation of shoulder, wrist and one rib broken however, it was nothing compared to Satoru, who was bleeding constantly, broken bone and about to collapse any moment while I heal myself.

What kept him alive was two things. Me healing him slightly and his adrenaline with enthusiasm to fight like no tomorrow which he was ignorant about due to complexity of revere curse energy.

"How many times I need to tell you it won't work Satoru." I said with a heavy sigh as he was repeating his same old moves again which by now was too predictable.

So like before I attempt to dodge it. However, Satoru, being crafty, really cooked something strong.

'Black flash and Lapse blue!' I thought in the end however it was too late.