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The stained glass mirror (second draft) chapter 2

"Is this truly all you got?" the boy said, glaring down at the blonde, who got knocked to the ground.

They've quarreled for only twenty minutes, and the sailor hasn't touched the brunette.
The boy was particularly powerful with his magic and combat skills.

He battled a variety of men in the past who quit on their first trial. It was exhausting, fighting good-for-nothing men who weren't determined to make an effort. The boy was thrilled to fight the sailor.

He seemed intelligent and seemed to comprehend warfare positions, but by everything he witnessed, this sailor was like everyone else.

"Come on. Please don't tell me you have already given up," the brunette stated, narrowing his eyes on the sailor's trembling body, panting like crazy.

"Are you serious? I haven't even done anything fun yet," the boy pouted, signing before turning around, about to walk away.

"We're not done yet," the sailor demanded, steadily standing up, confronting the brunette with irritated eyes—his legs, quivering from his weakened body, covered in cuts and bruises.

"Not gonna lie, you're pretty strong. It's what I expect from the guardian himself," the sailor confessed, his green eyes darkened with menace.

His intimidating aura seeped out of his body, constituting the area where the two stood.
It circulated them, creating a wall of red-smoldering smoke, blowing a force of the wind.

The boy's expression was entirely shocked by the blonde's action. He, indeed, wasn't expecting that.

He was so sure of himself that he pushed the sailors' limits, but he was waiting for this opportunity. Now he was the terrified one.

"Where did that confident attitude go?" the blonde chuckled, smirking at the boy, watching his chest quickly rise and fall.

The sailor picks up his dagger from the ground, keeping his gaze on the brunette.
The main objective in this phase is to apprehend your opponent or make them relinquish.

The three rules were announced at the beginning of the degree. The only rule in this phase was having a certain amount of time to play, which was an hour.

Once the time limit is up, the one left standing will succeed. The other remaining rules were not authorized in this phase.

The brunette stood there, feeling a tickling splendor running through his body, making him shiver. His heart rate was speeding up by the blonde's devilish eyes. He was scared for the first time.

"All this time, I was observing you, your weak points," the sailor said, gradually walking towards the boy. The brunette spun around, confronting the blonde.

"So all this time, you were endearing all my attacks just to estimate my fighting layout?" the boy questioned, still in shock. The sailor towered over the brunette, not caring about personal space.

"Yeah, and it seems that you're holding back," the blonde expressed, narrowing his eyes.
The boy snickered, smiling slightly and looking into the sailors' intriguing eyes.

"All right, I'm done with the teasing. Let's battle for real this time," the brunette said, barely above a whisper.

The blonde swiftly swings his leg, hitting the brunette's cuff and making him fall. The boy looks up, startled by the blonde, then quickly rolls to the side from the blonde's punch, preventing the empath.

The sailor takes out his dagger, watching the boy sprint. The brunette glances around, searching for an open space to trap the blonde.

The boy gazes at a nearby tree, landing on its trunk that appears to have a hole enough space to fit two people.

He smirks at the tree, creating a plan to make the blonde forfeit. The boy straightens his posture, directly staring into the blonde's unreadable expression.

"Why are you smiling? You got something up your sleeve. Don't you?" The sailor asked with venom, obviously knowing the boy was plotting something.

"I may have," the brunette replied, slowly nearing the blonde.

"But I have to ask. How did you sense my presence the first time we met?" the brunette asked, getting closer to the sailor, noticing the blonde not moving.

The sailor laughed at the boy's question. "You don't know, do you?" the blonde asked, grinning at the brunette.

"You don't know how predictable you are. You forgot to cover up your presence, making it easier to spot you.

I've been trained to hide my presence and be alarmed when followed. You under-rested me," the blonde explains.

The sailor takes notice of the brunette's movements and smirks. He slowly backs up, following the brunette's goal, and hits his back against the tree.

The boy makes his way toward the sailor, thinking he has tricked the blonde into his trap, but the sailor is aware of the situation and lures the brunette into his mischievous plan.

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