Sparrings

Despite her petite frame, the girl had an unmistakably athletic body and a fierce spirit.

Her bold claim to be the best recruit was met with silent agreement from the others, suggesting that they also thought she was the best out of all of them.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Klara!"

I turned to Elfi and then back to Klara.

"Elfi will be your opponent. If you win, you'll earn a significant promotion within the Mafia."

Klara's eyes sparkled at the prospect.

"Get on the ring," I instructed Elfi confidently. "You're far more experienced. You should win this without a problem."

"I will," Elfi affirmed before stepping onto the ring.

Klara followed her with determination in her eyes.

They took their positions their bodies tense and ready.

"Kla-Ra! Kla-Ra! Kla-Ra" The recruits roared for Klara.

That's understandable.

They faced each other fists clenched and feet planted firmly on the ground.