Hot night.

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{Berlin, 1938, 01:32, somewhere in town}

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After a hard conversation, the group decided to have some fun not realizing how long they were going to be in the restaurant. It all started with extra food and beer. Then Agna wanted to drink stronger alcohol and ordered wine. After that, stronger and stronger, and stronger. At the end of the evening, she mixed and then drank liqueur and whiskey, right out of the bottle. As you can see, there was a lot of alcohol in the end.

First of all, because magicians have a much stronger metabolism than people, so they need to drink more to get drunk. However, the main reason was that Agna was an avid alcoholic. And even if she made excuses for a hard day, this apology is typical of all alcoholics. So this little "party" only ended late at night, when the band decided to split up. Volver and Jervas went their way, but Nameless had to help Agna get to her house because she was unable to. He also needed a place to sleep, and this was the perfect excuse to stay at her place.

Walking through the city and barely listening to Agna's drunken instructions, the Nameless Thought. He already understood that the drunk Agna was useless in navigation.

"There's some confusing story about the Jews. No, the facts were real. Some of them. For example, the state of Germany and the Jews' dislike of Russia. I can see and understand that very well. The food is below average, my clothes are lousy, the general condition of people and so on. However, there are also many doubtful points. The "conspiracy" of world Jewry is extremely dubious, and I also know little about the state of German troops. No, not like that. The real state of the German troops. Haaah, how complicated it is." - Nameless thought sadly.

- And here we go right, hic. - Agna muttered, pointing her hand at the wall. - I know, hic, this city better than anybody. You can trust me.

- Yes, yes, of course. If you say so. - Unenthusiastically answered Nameless and turned left in the alley. - Better than fucking anybody... As if...

"Drunkard... Haaah, okay. I'll think about something else for now. Like what to do next." - The poor guy asked himself another question.

He's thought about it a few times in one day. At first, he thought he should wait for the teams and do nothing. However, the question immediately arises. And where to live, what to eat, how to exist without money? It's even more unclear when that order will come. So this option does not fit.

"There is another way to survive. I can be part of this alcoholic's squad. Sounds like a solution, but there's no better option yet. Well, if that's the case, then I have to get her to trust me. And there's no problem with that. I'll figure it out somehow." - When he came to a temporary solution to his problem, Nameless was going to continue wandering around town waiting for Agna to sober up, but his plans were not meant to come true.

A couple of minutes later, Agna fell asleep on the move, and therefore the Nameless had to be carried on her back and at the same time look for a place to wait for her awakening. The young guys might have said it was quite romantic, but in fact, it was far from it. It's a rather unpleasant and dubious pleasure, to carry a person, which smell with sweat and roasted meat.

Suddenly, walking around another turn, some kid bumped into him. Outwardly, he looked like a teenager of thirteen. His face wasn't beautiful nor was it terrible. Brown cheerful eyes, together with a baby fat on his face, created the image of a bumbling boy whose life was just beginning. However, two things did alert Nameless.

The first was the non-typical red, one might even say flaming hair, and the strange heat around him caused at least vague suspicions. What was most disturbing, however, was that the guy was wearing a military uniform. Besides, judging by the epaulet, he was a Standartenfuhrer. An extremely strange situation.

- Oh, excuse me, sir! I ran into you by accident. I'm so sorry. - He exclaimed, and it was his fault he put his head down.

"What a mannered boy. Despite his rank, he still behaves decently and not proudly. Well done" - Already on this act Nameless could estimate the interlocutor. And while he was satisfied...

- And what is a young man like you doing at such a late time? Maybe I can help? - Calmly, Nameless asked.

- I don't think... - The kid answered quietly. - There's something, though. I'd like to ask you if you've seen a woman in a military uniform. She has red eyes, black hair, and the rank of Brigadeführer.

"Okaааy, wait a minute... He's not talking about..." - Nameless immediately guessed who this boy was talking about.

- Her name is Agna. - The kid confirmed his thoughts. - I haven't seen her today and... I think she's been kidnapped. I want to find and save her. She must have been tricked and caught by some scoundrels! I can't even imagine the things they can do with her now.

-Well... - About that...- Nameless started talking awkwardly, but...

That's when Agna's face appeared from behind the back of Nameless. The situation turned out to be pretty messed up very quickly. The only thing Nameless could hope for was the kid's rationality.

- Miss Agna...? What are you...? You...! You're the one who kidnapped her! - But alas, the guy didn't have a single gram of reasonableness. - How dare you! You better tell me right away what you did to her. How did you catch her? What are you up to? Who hired you? The Jews? Communists? The rivals?

- Boy, boy, calm down. I didn't do anything.- The nameless guy tried to calm the kid down. -You don't have to need anything for me! I didn't ask you to! I just need to kill you and save Mrs. Agna! Get ready, you bastard. - The boy exclaimed as he was preparing for battle.

"What? Can you even hear yourself? You're an idiot, aren't you." - Nameless on the other hand wondered and didn't know what was going on. - "Haah, I got it, he won't listen to me. Then I'll just beat him up and then we'll talk."

While Nameless was contemplating these thoughts, he simultaneously began preparing spells to attack. He also quickly teleported Agna to the roof of one of the houses away from him and the boy. In her present state, she would have been useless, but she could have been attacked and he did not need it.

"Judging by the feeling in front of me a young firebender. That also explains his character to some extent. In this situation, I definitely have an advantage. In the city, he can't use mass spells, but I'm not limited to that. Besides, I'm probably stronger than him. So I'm more likely to be able to beat him even with official abilities. Fortunately, I don't have to show my full strength. Then there'd be too many problems. Okay, this is no time to think. Let's get started."

The training camp taught many things, one of them was hand-to-hand combat. That's what Nameless trained in the first place and therefore was extremely good at it. Getting into the " Foolish" rack, Nameless began to look at his unexpected opponent.

In the "Foolish" stand he jumped from leg to leg as if constantly bouncing, and his hands, lowered along the waist, were slightly bent in his elbows. Despite the external "relaxation", this style is characterized not only by rapid movements but also unexpected attacks of explosive force, putting the whole body in any blow. The stand was excellent for dodging and tricks but badly designed to hold a direct blow.

In contrast to Nameless, the boy summoned the sabre and immediately attacked his opponent with rage in his eyes.

Sharp convergence and the blade of his sword approached the neck of Nameless. In response, Nameless drew his left leg behind his right and moved the weight center, which had previously been on his right leg, to his left leg, after which he abruptly made a short leap forward sideways and again took the original stand.

"What a simple and straightforward attack... Either he's up to something, or he's bad at close combat. But why didn't he attack me with spells then? What's he planning? It's definitely some kind of plan..." - Seeing such a simple trick Nameless got confused and focused even more on the kid.

However, the boy did not get confused and instantly turned around and slashed Nameless from right to left, hoping to cut him in half. And it was done so skillfully that the Nameless man barely managed to jump back. However, even after that, a line of flame flew out of the saber and hit right into the chest of his enemy. After that it passed through the body and got right into one of the walls in the alley, destroying it and raising a cloud of dust.

- Ha, is that it? Weak. - The kid laughed, mocking his opponent. - Anyway, after that, you wouldn't...

Before he knew it, there was Nameless behind his back. In the next moment, he spread his legs wide, grabbed the boy's leg under his knee, lifted it above his head, and threw it back over his back, without falling down himself. In the end, the boy, with a miraculous force imprinted another wall in the alley, as a result, involuntarily spilled a decent amount of blood.

"What a terrible force... I've got a few broken ribs, a damaged lung and a torn back. And all he did was throw me. I don't even want to imagine if he hit me in the head." - Shockingly, the kid exclaimed. If it were just a normal person, he'd probably die.

"Hahaha, yeah. I didn't hold back and used all the power. It's a good thing the kid survived. I need him alive." - Nameless, on the other hand, was satisfied. Very satisfied. - "Now I' m gonna have to carefully neutralize him somehow. From what I understand, he's got something to do with Agna, and if I screw up with her, it'll make my plans worse. That's a lot of trouble."

- How? - After a little recovery, the kid asked. - How did you survive? I clearly saw you burned by a flame. Answer me!

-A? ... Do you really think I'll answer you? I'm not an idiot to talk about my abilities. - By every minute, Nameless was more and more surprised. Does anyone even talk about their abilities? And if he does, it's definitely not more than 15% of the true power.

"Hahaha, I love illusions. Such an obvious answer, but he can hardly think of it. I really am a genius." - Nameless was self-praising himself again.

- Okay, stop talking, it's time to fight. Or do you want to back off? - Nameless was laughing at the boy.

Hearing him mocking, the boy was furious. The air around him began to get very hot, his hair literally caught on fire, and the stones and bricks around him began to melt slowly. He also stood in the special stand. The leading leg bent in the knee, the other one moved back. The sword was held in a semi-bent hand, its handle slightly below his chest, and the blade was pointed at the neck of his enemy. The second hand was placed behind his back.

In turn, Nameless also became serious and began to emit waves of mana. The space around him began to distort, the light refracted and twisted, the nearest objects aged and were getting younger. Stretching his fingers and standing again in the "Foolish" stand, Nameless began to carefully assess his opponent.

It was obvious that the real battle between these two was about to begin. If before it was a quick exchange of a couple of blows, now magic and spells will be used. Now it will be decided who will be worthy to proudly face the future.