Chapter 13: Rion vs Misimi V1

The morning after the weapon training session, Rion felt much better. The fatigue from the previous day had melted away, leaving him refreshed and ready for whatever lay ahead. As he made his way back to the dorms, the cool breeze of the morning filled him with a sense of calm. But just as he was beginning to relax, a familiar voice called out to him.

"Rion!"

Rion turned to see Misimi approaching, his usual carefree expression replaced by one of serious determination. Rion's muscles tensed, sensing what was coming.

"We never got to finish our fight," Misimi said, his tone firm. "I want to see what you've really got."

Rion understood that this was more than just a challenge. Misimi wasn't the type to hold grudges, but he was passionate about testing his strength—and Rion's. This fight meant something to him.

"Alright," Rion replied, meeting Misimi's gaze with equal resolve. "Let's head to the training grounds."

They walked in silence, the anticipation between them growing with each step. When they reached the empty training grounds, the air seemed to crackle with energy, both of them ready to give it their all.

The moment they reached the center, there was no need for words. Misimi took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he prepared himself for the battle. Rion clenched his fists, feeling the familiar warmth of his Kami power flow through him. The fight began instantly.

Rion started by igniting the bones in his legs, using the force of the flames to propel himself forward with impressive speed. As he closed in on Misimi, he shifted the flames to his fists, swinging with a fiery right hook aimed at Misimi's side. Misimi blocked the punch with his forearm, his skin absorbing the heat with a grunt but not flinching.

Rion didn't let up. He quickly jumped back, channeling fire through his feet to gain height, then aimed a fiery kick at Misimi from above. Misimi dodged with surprising agility for his size, rolling out of the way just as Rion's flaming foot slammed into the ground, scorching the earth where Misimi had been.

"Not bad," Misimi grunted, his eyes narrowing in focus.

Rion followed up by sending a quick burst of fire from his hands, aiming to throw Misimi off balance. But Misimi was ready. He charged straight through the flames, his powerful legs carrying him forward with incredible speed, and slammed his fist into Rion's guard. The impact sent a shockwave through Rion's arms, but he managed to stay on his feet.

"You're holding back, Rion!" Misimi shouted, frustration seeping into his voice. "Show me what you're really capable of!"

Taking the words to heart, Rion decided to get more creative. He quickly rolled to the side, then spun on one foot while igniting the other, creating a fiery whirlwind as he kicked out. The flames spun outward, forcing Misimi to retreat momentarily. Rion used this opening to launch a series of rapid, flaming punches, each one aimed with precision.

Misimi blocked and dodged as best as he could, but the speed and intensity of Rion's attacks were beginning to show. Rion followed up by using the flames to push off the ground, launching himself into the air once more. This time, instead of attacking directly, he shot a controlled jet of fire from his hands to adjust his position mid-air, surprising Misimi with an attack from an unexpected angle.

But Misimi was not to be outdone. With a roar, he surged forward, his raw strength on full display as he grabbed Rion's wrist mid-air and yanked him down, slamming him into the ground with a force that left Rion gasping for breath.Gritting his teeth, Rion struggled to his feet, his body aching from the impact. Misimi stood over him, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"You're still holding back, Rion," Misimi said, his voice both harsh and caring. "Why? What are you afraid of?"

Rion wiped sweat from his brow, his frustration clear. "I'm not trying to hold back. I just… I don't want to lose control."

Misimi sighed and offered a hand to help Rion up. "Control isn't about holding back your power—it's about using it effectively. In a real fight, your enemy won't care if you're worried about going too far. They'll exploit every weakness."

Rion took a deep breath, letting Misimi's words sink in. He knew there was truth in them. Misimi wasn't just a powerhouse—he understood the balance between power and control. He had learned that holding back could be just as dangerous as losing control.

"Thanks, Misimi," Rion said, his voice steady now. "I'll do better next time."

"You'd better," Misimi replied, a grin breaking through his serious demeanor. "Next time, don't hold anything back."

As the tension between them eased, neither noticed the figure who had been silently watching the entire fight from the shadows. From her hidden spot, Alia watched Rion's fight with growing admiration.

The twilight illuminated him, casting a magnetic glow over his chiseled form. Each powerful move he made was a captivating blend of strength and grace, his muscles rippling with intensity as he unleashed his fire abilities.

Flames erupted from his hands, creating dazzling bursts of light that accentuated his rugged features. His agility and control over the fire, from explosive bursts to searing projectiles, were mesmerizing. The way his body moved with a mix of brute force and finesse made him appear almost otherworldly.

Alia was captivated by his raw power and determination. The contrast between his fierce attacks and moments of exhaustion only made him more alluring. When he finally collapsed onto the grass, exhausted but triumphant, she found herself irresistibly drawn to him, her feelings deepening with every moment.