Brawl

**This chapter is only for readers 18+ and contains disturbing scenes. Please read it at your own risk.**

**Ryushin Chi's Dark Satisfaction**

As Ryushin Chi finished reading the nanny's report, a slow smile formed on his lips, cold and sharp as a blade.

The flames in the brazier seemed to reflect that smile, flickering and hissing as if they shared in his dark satisfaction.

Schadet Oporitorco was turning out exactly as he had hoped, a creature born of darkness, tempered in cruelty, and honed through suffering.

He wasn't just a weapon; he was a manifestation of power, something more than a mere tool.

Ryushin Chi had always believed that true strength lay not just in the body but in the mind and soul.

And Schadet, with his growing independence and thirst for power, was proving to possess all three of these qualities.

Ryushin Chi closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the satisfaction growing within him.

The nanny had done an impeccable job, but there was also an element that no one could have predicted: the way Schadet was evolving, becoming something more than anyone could have imagined.

It was a process Ryushin Chi watched with the same attention an artist gives to his masterpiece in progress.

Schadet's evolution not only served his plans but added a new dimension to his vision of the world.

Schadet's power wouldn't stop here; Ryushin Chi knew that the true potential of that creature would continue to grow, expanding like an unstoppable shadow.

**The Plan Unfolds**

Letting the parchment burn completely in the brazier, Ryushin Chi stood, moving with the grace of a predator who knows he's in control.

He would allow Schadet to continue growing, to forge his own path through darkness, but always under his watchful eye.

Every step forward Schadet took was another step toward consolidating Ryushin Chi's power, and he would never lose control of that process.

The satisfaction he felt was accompanied by a slight excitement—a rare emotion for him but not entirely unpleasant.

He knew there were risks in cultivating such strength, especially when that strength began to develop a will of its own.

But Ryushin Chi was ready to take that risk.

After all, the beauty of power lies in its ability to be challenged and tested.

Schadet might prove to be an indomitable creature, but Ryushin Chi was certain that, in the end, he would know how to bend that will to his own.

He would wait for the right moment to test Schadet, to see how far he could be pushed.

But for now, he would observe, silent and invisible as a shadow, letting his creature grow and strengthen, unaware of the thin thread that still tied him to his creator.

**The Night Advances**

The night was still deep, and Ryushin Chi decided to immerse himself once more in his reflections.

The flames in the brazier were fading, but he didn't worry about that.

With one last glance at the window, through which the thick darkness of the night sky could be seen, he closed his eyes, savoring the anticipation growing within him.

"Yes, continue like this," he whispered to himself, almost as if speaking directly to Schadet.

"Show me what you're capable of. Show me how far you can go."

The silence became total, but Ryushin Chi knew that on this night, while the world slept, a new phase of his plan was taking shape.

And as the raven flew into the darkness, carrying away the ashes of the burned message, Ryushin Chi waited, with the patience of a master, for the next act in this intricate dance of power and shadows.

**The Morning's Dark Revelation**

The following morning dawned in a gray light, as if the sun itself were reluctant to penetrate the thick darkness that had enveloped the previous night.

The stone walls of the building where we stayed seemed to still hold the night's shadows, making the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

The nanny and I headed toward the dining hall, the silence between us thick with unspoken thoughts.

Every step echoed in the empty corridors, creating a resonance that was lost in the depths of the structure.

I could feel the whispers of dawn, that sense of anticipation growing like a distant storm.

I knew that this day would not be ordinary, and a part of me was excited by it.

As we approached the hall, the murmur of morning conversations grew louder, a mix of hushed chatter and forced laughter.

Opening the doors, we were greeted by a spacious room, lit by large windows that allowed in the gray morning light.

Long tables were arranged in orderly rows, and the hall was already populated by a variety of individuals: gladiators, merchants, nobles, and adventurers of all kinds, each engrossed in their own activities, all of whom worked or were affiliated with the Ryushin family.

However, my presence did not go unnoticed.

As I made my way to a table near the center of the hall, the murmurs quickly died down, and all eyes turned to me.

I could feel everyone's gaze, sense the intensity of emotions oscillating between admiration, envy, and fear.

Ragnarock, the Battle Royale victor, the scourge of the Colosseum, was among them.

**The Tension Grows**

The nanny sat down with grace, while I took my seat next to her, maintaining a neutral expression.

But the silence in the hall continued to grow, like a drumroll heralding something inevitable.

I could almost taste the electricity in the air, the tension vibrating among those present.

Someone dared to break the silence, a rough voice trying to mask fear with arrogance.

"So you're Ragnarock... I've heard your victory was more luck than skill."

The challenge in his words was evident, a desperate attempt to assert his own worth in a hall full of witnesses.

**The Morning Challenge**

The silence in the dining hall was palpable, every gaze fixed on me as the man's words echoed in the air.

The one who had dared to challenge me was a man with a powerful physique, scars marking his face as reminders of past battles.

His black hair was shaved on the sides, while a coarse beard framed a clenched jaw.

His eyes, cold and determined, stared at me with a mix of arrogance and disdain.

He wore a simple tunic, but the muscles visible beneath suggested he was no ordinary man.

Despite his modest clothing, he exuded an aura of brute strength and barely restrained violence.

His name, whispered by some in the hall, was Gairo to Modafia, a gladiator in search of glory, known for his brutality and limitless ambition.

He slowly rose from his seat, his height and bulk becoming evident to all.

An imposing figure trying to intimidate, to assert his dominance over a room that suddenly seemed too small to contain us both.

**The Imminent Clash**

"Luck? Perhaps you should try it yourself," I replied, my voice laced with icy disdain.

Every word was a well-placed blow, a calculated provocation to bring out the beast I knew was inside him.

Gairo to Modafia sneered, baring his teeth in an expression that was supposed to be a smile, but was nothing more than a glimmer of madness.

"It will be my pleasure," he said, and with a swift movement, he overturned the table in front of him, unleashing chaos in the hall.

The other diners quickly stood up, some fleeing the room, others staying behind to witness the clash they knew was inevitable.

The tension reached its peak, and in an instant, the fight erupted.

**The Explosion of Violence**

Gairo to Modafia was the first to attack, charging at me with a roar that echoed off the stone walls.

His fist, loaded with brute force, streaked toward my face, but my reflexes were ready.

I dodged the blow with a fluid movement, feeling the wind of its passage near my cheek.

There was no room for mistakes.

Gairo to Modafia was fast and powerful, but his blind fury was also his weakness.

I took advantage of his exposed position, delivering a sharp blow to his side that made him stagger.

The hall filled with the noise of clashing bodies, chairs being swept away, screams muffled by fear and adrenaline.

Gairo to Modafia quickly recovered, the pain on his face transforming into a fierce rage.

"Is that all?" he growled, advancing toward me again.

With incredible strength, he grabbed a chair and hurled it at me, trying to catch me off guard.

The chair shattered into pieces against the wall as I deftly moved to the side.

My blood was boiling, the cold calm of a warrior trained to control every impulse.

I felt the pressure of his actions, but I didn't let his aggression dominate me.

Every move of his became predictable, every attack an opportunity to deal precise and lethal damage.

**Triumph in the Hall**

Gairo to Modafia threw another punch, but this time I was ready.

I blocked the blow with my forearm, feeling the impact reverberate up my arm, but I held my ground.

With a quick movement, I kneed him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Without giving him time to recover, I grabbed him by the head and slammed him to the ground with a force that made the floor tremble.

The gladiator tried to get up, but it was too late.

My hand closed around his throat, lifting him with ease.

In his eyes, I finally saw fear.

His arrogance had melted in an instant, replaced by the realization that he had challenged someone far beyond his capabilities.

With one last look of disdain, I threw him against the wall, leaving him to collapse to the floor unconscious.

The hall filled with a deathly silence, broken only by the sound of his body hitting the floor.

**Returning to Calm**

I stood there for a moment, observing Gairo to Modafia's unconscious body.

Then I turned to the nanny, who had watched the scene without flinching.

Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I felt a deep connection, a silent understanding of the power I had just demonstrated.

The hall was still silent as I returned to my seat.

No one dared to say a word, their gazes lowered to avoid meeting mine.

I sat down next to the nanny, who acknowledged me with a slight nod, a gesture that confirmed what I already knew: I had passed another test, I had proven once again that Schadet Oporitorco was an unstoppable force.

And as breakfast slowly resumed, the message was clear: anyone who dared to challenge me would suffer the same fate as Gairo to Modafia.

///A/N/ Since Gairo to Modafia is a gladiator, I think it is not necessary to include his real name without symbolism and anagrams for the time being