Known Fate

A Dark Turn.

|WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF GORE IN THE CHAPTER!!|

The whole arena watched in shock, including Kuroki, who just squinted his eyes at her form, thinking that it was just some sick joke she was pulling to catch Setsuna off guard, but the longer she stayed unmoving, the more his heartbeat began picking up.

It couldn't have been longer than 30 seconds, the whole arena watching with their breath held back at what was going to happen next, whispering among themselves while they stared at her either unconscious, or dead body.

"Are you sure you're not mad at him..? He just beat you into a bloody pulp. I would be mad if I were you."

Eleven year old Nova spoke softly to the almost fifteen year old boy, her eyes carefully inspecting his battered up body, worried that if she looked too harsh, he would break.

The dark haired boy just shrugged slightly, shaking his head.

"No. He did this in order to help me with his secret technique. I don't hold a grudge against him for that."

He explained with a scratch of his neck, eyeing the girl who just hummed in retaliation, staring off into the distance.

"My master never beats me up to show me techniques. I know he's also my dad and all, but ehh.. I don't know. It's not really my place to tell Niko Sensei how to do things."

She muttered out, turning back to the boy.

"It's still a worrying sight to see you like this every time we go out to train, Ohma. I really don't like it.."
The girl visibly frowned, the gentle gaze she held made him feel guilty inside, yet he kept a small, determined smile on his face as he patted her head.

"It will all be worth it one day. I'll become the strongest man."

His tone was serious, but there was that small glint of tenderness in his eyes that made her ease up slightly, nodding her head.

"Fine...but tell me if he ever becomes a handful, I'll tear his long hair out for you!"

She smiled widely with a determined gaze, making the young boy chuckle slightly, nodding his head. Small footsteps alerted both their attention, turning their heads at the same time towards the direction, both of their gaze screaming murder, yet let up when it was just his master, throwing his hands up in surrender.

"It's just me..who's tearing whose hair out again?"
Niko asked teasingly with a small hint of curiosity, taking a seat next to Ohma on his other side as he put down the small medkit on the ground."

"Nova, yours." Ohma uttered out nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl, and a small smile from his master.

"Snitch-ass..."

"The referee should end the match now, shouldn't he?"
Someone in the audience spoke up, catching said referee's and attention.

"I would but....something tells me if I do, I'm a dead meat.."

He thought to himself as his legs trembled from the dark, deadly aura emitting from her body as he walked up to her slowly and carefully, checking for her pulse, only for his eyes to widen, his hand hoisted up to his earpiece.

"I don't feel a pulse."

He spoke into it, yet just as he said that her fingers twitched, and felt a cold shiver run down his back.