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Dario kept his eyes on the guy in front of him. He could feel the threat in him, the guy's eyes told Dario that he would go all the way. He didn't care what happened to him. Dario had already seen this look in his eyes and knew what it would lead to. He decided to stand up and take a fighting stance. Now this pran could pull any stunt he wanted.

Dario put his arms out in front of him and put his left leg forward as well. The stance reminded him of a martial arts stance, but it was more sloppy. Clover remained staring into the void. Seconds passed, but the men didn't move, so Dario decided to start talking first.

-Hey, you. Are you gonna fight or not? We can stand like this all day, but it won't do us any good. Show me your skills or I won't let you through. I've got enough of a girl to get my sentence down to zero, so I won't spare you, I'll break bones or worse, kill you.

But the clover didn't pay any attention to him, even the aura of murder and threats didn't scare him. He wanted the whole exam to be a nightmare, to wake up in his bed in which he had fallen asleep just a few days before and for his best friend to shush him as usual, of course he always joked about it.

But for some reason he did not wake up, for sure this nightmare would last for a long time.

-Let me pass. I need that license, Clover said to Dario.

-You must show me your abilities before you pass, for I am one of your tests, and I see that you have not passed the test of your spirit, concluded the prisoner.

-Let.me.pass. The guy was getting impatient.

-If you don't pass the spiritual test, then try your luck in the physical, it's better than nothing. -Dario didn't listen to the boy. He continued his admonition in a derogatory manner. The tone was like that of a teacher instructing his pupil.

-GETHER.-Crossed the green-haired fellow and ran at the prisoner with all the speed he could muster.

*Clover kept on attacking him with his fists, trying to hit Dario in the head and knock him out, but he ducked and dodged the guy as if he'd been anticipating his moves.

*He's not fast enough. He's a skilled fighter, but he lacks technique and training. He's probably never fought an opponent even as strong as he is.

I don't think he's ever fought a stronger opponent. It is likely that he has never fought an opponent of his size and strength before. Dario analyzed his opponent as he continued to strike trying to hit him.

*He has huge physical strength and good speed, so I think he has a chance to be a hunter.

Except for his eyes. The eyes of a man who knew pain and despair. There was a sad smile on Dario's face.

*I had the same ones. I can even guess what he's thinking now. It can't be. It's all a dream. I'll wake up and everything will be like before. There won't be this nasty cold in my soul.}

But it won't go away. Reality will consume you. It'll collapse with iron beams and there'll only be darkness. You can either reconcile, pick your soul back up in pieces and move on, or leave everything as it is and be a shadow of yourself. It's gonna be hard to call life and at the end when it's so

bad that you can't take it, you either go crazy or you kill yourself, there's no other option.

And Clover kept stabbing, he couldn't see anything in front of him. The red pelina in his eyes blurred his surroundings all he could think about was that bastard who wouldn't let him wake up.All he had to do was pass the exam.Dreams always end at the most important thing, don't they? All he has to do

is to become a hunter and it'll all be over. Yeah? Of course it will. He'll be fine. He's sure of it.

*(HONKING)

Dario decided to strike for the first time. Clover managed to defend himself with a hand block, but the blow knocked him back three meters, and his hands felt like they had been hit with a hammer.

*If he can take a floor punch I'll miss him, Dario thought as he looked at Clover lying on the floor.

Clover lay on the ground trying to regain consciousness. His arms were aching. His lungs were frantically catching air. His heart was beating at the speed of sound. He thought about giving up. Perhaps the nightmare would end if he backed off, but the memory of his best friend's crushed face came quickly to mind.

-Ha...ha...the boy breathed heavily as he rose from the floor. He was ready to go on. That it would all come to an end.

-And you're not bad after all, I thought you wouldn't get up. said with a chuckle Dario.

-Get out of my way, Clover shouted again.

-OK, with the same sneer he replied, Clover stared at Dario with a blank stare.

-Really?" asked Clover.

-Yes, it's true," he answered with the same smile, and for clarity he pressed his armlet on his hand. The door behind him opened. Clover stared into Dario's eyes for a moment, but saw no lies in them and headed out the doorway.

She saw the speed at which the green-haired guy could attack, and knew she had no chans if he got mad. But Clever walked calmly to the doorway.

-There's nothing that can be done.

He stood looking at the door for ten seconds thinking about Dario's words, but then he put it out of his mind and headed down the tunnel, hoping this would be the final test.

There was silence in the room, and Dario stared at the wall, thinking about his own thoughts, and Super tried not to move, lest he provoke the guy.

Abruptly, the honey-haired guy turned around and stared at the girl. This really freaked Super out, but what she heard surprised her more.

-Hello, my name is Dario Guerra, but my friends don't call me Rio. My main advantages are beauty, honesty, kindness, courage, modesty. My disadvantages are only two, I'm not rich and was convicted of accidentally killing people, but don't worry I don't kill without a reason

If you don't give me a reason, I won't kill you. What's your name?

The girl was sewn up by that introduction.

-Um, my name is Super. -She introduced herself.

-So, Super, let's get acquainted, said the guy and made a peace gesture.