Classroom of the Elite: Stalemate

Vol.2 : Chapter 5.1-Loopholes

Chairman Sakayanagi's POV

"Now, Subject 404 Kiyotaka Ayanokoji will have a demonstration sparing session with Subject 131 Arashi Akira."

Currently, I stood next to the head instructor of the so-called 4th generation of the white room facility, which was created and designed by my teacher, Atsuomi Ayanokoji.

Though we stood on the other side of the one-sided mirror, I could feel the intense emotions radiating from one of the children. It was a horrifying bloodlust, reflected in the maniacal expression on the child's face.

On the other hand another child displayed nothing. I couldn't discern a single emotion; both of his eyes bore a terrifying blankness. His body remained fully relaxed, unlike the tense demeanor of the black-haired child.

As the spar commenced, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Black-haired boy surged forward with a primal ferocity, his movements a blur of speed and aggression. Each strike he unleashed carried the weight of his raw power, fueled by an insatiable hunger for dominance. His fists sliced through the air with a relentless fury, aiming to overwhelm his opponent with sheer force.

Although he never lost the control over his movements it was evident that each strike was sent flying with the burning desire to injure his opponent.

In stark contrast, Kiyotaka stood his ground with an eerie calmness, his gaze steady and unwavering. He moved with a fluid grace, his motions precise and deliberate. With a keen eye and razor-sharp reflexes, he effortlessly dodged and deflected Arashi's onslaught, his defenses impenetrable as a fortress.

With each passing moment, the intensity of the spar escalated. Black-haired boy attacks grew more frenzied, each blow delivered with an escalating desperation. But Kiyotaka remained a picture of composure, his movements economical yet devastatingly effective. He countered Akira's strikes with calculated precision, exploiting the slightest openings with surgical precision.

Despite the relentless barrage from his opponent, Kiyotaka seemed to dance effortlessly around Akira, his movements calculated and methodical. It was as if he could anticipate Arashi's every move before it even occurred, his reactions lightning-fast and flawlessly executed.

As the spar reached its climax, Kiyotaka seized the opportunity to deliver a decisive blow. With a swift and calculated maneuver, he sidestepped the dark-haired boy final onslaught and launched a counterattack of his own. The strike landed with pinpoint accuracy right into the abdomen, sending Akira crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

The room fell silent as Kiyotaka stood over his fallen opponent, his demeanor unchanged amidst the chaos of the spar. With a cool detachment, he surveyed the scene before him, a silent testament to his unwavering resolve and unparalleled skill was the best description of the situation which commenced.

"Subject 404 Kiyotaka Ayanokoji wins," declared the head instructor. "Both of you may return to your rooms. The next sparring session will take place here in an hour. Dismissed."

As Kiyotaka turned to leave, his expression remained as inscrutable as ever, betraying nothing of the intensity of the battle that had just transpired

As for the black-haired boy he just sat in silence. However...

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

The child erupted into maniacal laughter, followed by almost unconscious ramblings.

"HE WON AGAIN. WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?"

That was the only sentence I managed to grasp from his screams before the head instructor guided me to the next part of the facility.