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02. PEOPLE YOU'VE KILLED

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ׂׂૢ.this chapter contains scenes of physical violence, blood and emotional abuse.

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✾_________AS KIOSHI advanced, Mirai's mind raced with a mix of dread and determination. This fight, she knew, would determine more than just her place in the family.

Kioshi, a figure looming larger in both age and stature, quickly charged at her, aiming straight for her head. Through the years of relentless training, she mastered the art of evasion. Having fought him only eleven times in two years because he was usually absent due to private training, he was unpredictable to her.

The children who showed potential were taken in by experienced users of the same or similar technique to train them, but were still occasionally present during the fights. The reason for their presence being 'To keep you all in check and show you what you could've been,' as said by the elders.

Mirai's grayish-blue hair swayed as she sidestepped his attack, but Kioshi wasted no time, turning around for a swift kick to her chest.

She tried to evade this one as well, but the speed at which he moved was far too much for her to move away from. The shortness of breath, much like the one when she cried, irritating her more than the tingling feeling in her chest.

She recalled her first fight there, when the same tingling sensation would bring her to tears.

Now, it was different, but not much. All she had built up was durability.

As she subconsciously clutched her kimono, hoping to catch her breath, another kick found its mark, this time aiming for her stomach.

The impact sent her rolling on the floor. Mirai tried to stop herself by grabbing onto it, but it wasn't of much help.

She came to a stop at her father's feet, meeting his gaze filled with pure disappointment. Not a trace of worry or pity remained in his eyes—a sight that disgusted her to no end.

Before Kioshi could deliver another kick, Mirai harnessed her cursed energy, propelling herself back to the center of the room. From there, she attempted a punch, but Kioshi swiftly avoided each one at the last second.

His evasive movement wasn't born out of necessity but rather in a taunting manner. To display his superiority over Mirai. It was a subtle mockery that fueled her frustration.

He knew he was stronger, and he wanted to show it. Not only that, but he was mocking Mirai while at it.

He knew he was faster. Mirai knew that too; all the people in the room knew as well. Yet she let herself get irritated by it.

Mirai persistently tried to land a punch, grazing his arm once but failing to inflict real harm. Her aimless attempts grew tiresome for Kioshi, prompting him to counter with a powerful punch to her face.

That was the first time that day Mirai was greeted with real pain.

Warm liquid trickled down her nose, staining the white cloth of her kimono. Wiping it off with her sleeve, she looked up at Kioshi, his eyes now glowing a faint white— a sign that a member of the Tokei family was using their technique.