Craft

Zaire and Cerebro stood facing each other, the tension in the air palpable. Cerebro's sinister grin never wavered, his eyes calculating every move Zaire made. The dim light of the cave flickered ominously, casting long shadows on the rocky walls.

Zaire's muscles tensed, his eyes locked on Cerebro. "This is it," he thought, determination fueling his resolve. "I have to win."

Cerebro's voice broke the silence, dripping with condescension. "You really think you can defeat me, boy? My mind is sharper than any blade, faster than any attack."

Without warning, Zaire lunged forward, his fist aimed at Cerebro's face. But Cerebro was already moving, his body fluid and precise. He sidestepped Zaire's punch effortlessly, as if he had seen it coming from a mile away.

Zaire's eyes widened in shock as his fist met empty air. Cerebro's mocking laughter echoed through the cave. "Is that all you've got?" Cerebro taunted. "Pathetic."

Undeterred, Zaire spun around, aiming a powerful kick at Cerebro's midsection. But again, Cerebro was ready. He caught Zaire's leg mid-air, his grip like iron. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Zaire crashing into the ground.

The impact rattled Zaire's bones, but he quickly rolled to his feet, refusing to stay down. "He's reading my every move," Zaire realized, his mind racing. "How is he doing this?"

Cerebro's eyes gleamed with malevolent intelligence. "My Mind Requiem craft allows me to process information at incredible speeds," he explained, almost lazily. "I can predict your attacks before you even think of them."

Zaire's eyes widened in shock. "What did you just say? Did you just say 'craft'?"

"Yes, I did," Cerebro replied, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Yuki, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine. "Wait, what? He has a craft?" he thought to himself.

"What is that? Craft? What is it?" Zaire asked, confusion evident in his voice.

Cerebro chuckled darkly. "You don't know what a craft is?"

"No, I don't," Zaire admitted.

"Craft is a special ability that everyone has. Each person has a unique power, tailored specifically to them. To be honest, I just unlocked my craft a month ago," Cerebro explained.

Zaire's heart pounded in his chest as he absorbed this new information. "A unique power," he thought. "What kind of ability does he have?"

Cerebro's eyes glinted with malevolence. "Allow me to demonstrate," he said, stepping forward with a confident stride.

Without warning, Cerebro vanished from sight, only to reappear right in front of Zaire in an instant. His hand shot out, grabbing Zaire by the throat with a grip like iron. "My craft is called Mind Requiem. It allows me to read and react to your every move, as if I can see into your mind."

Before Zaire could react, Cerebro lifted him off the ground and hurled him to the ground. 

Cerebro's right-hand man, Alma, grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing with cruel intent. "You should pay attention to your own fight," he snarled, swinging his scythe at Yuki with deadly precision. Yuki couldn't dodge in time, and the blade cut across his chest, sending a spray of blood into the air.