It was late at night, and Jack wandered through Fighter's house after an intense training session. Fighter had been pushing him hard, making him lift weights with his core strength activated. His latest record?
8,972 pounds.
That was far beyond the world record of 6,270 pounds.
As he walked down the dimly lit hallway, Jack suddenly heard a loud banging coming from Fighter's office.
He frowned.
What the hell is he doing in there at this hour?
Curious—and a little concerned—Jack walked up to the door and cracked it open.
"Hey... everything alright in here?"
Inside, Fighter was standing over a massive machine, whacking it with a wrench.
He barely looked up. "Oh, hey Jack. Did I wake you?" he asked casually, delivering another hard smack to the machine.
Jack just stood there, completely baffled.
"Uh... no. But—" He pointed at the machine. "What exactly are you doing?"
Fighter paused, wiping his forehead before stepping back.
"Oh, this? It's a highly sensitive bomb. I'm trying to see how many whacks it takes before it goes off."
And with that, he raised the wrench again.
"WHAT?!"*
Jack lunged forward, grabbing the wrench before Fighter could land another hit.
"Are you INSANE?! Not only would you blow yourself up, but you'd also take out the kids—not to mention your own daughter!"
Fighter chuckled, completely unbothered. "Relax, Jack. You're overthinking things. It's not that kind of bomb."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Fighter grinned and leaned against the machine, tapping it once with his knuckle.
The machine beeped.
Then—
BOOM!
A massive cloud of smoke exploded into the room, engulfing them instantly.
Jack started coughing violently. "WHAT THE HELL—"
Meanwhile, Fighter casually pulled a remote from his pocket, pressed a button, and activated the air filters.
Within seconds, the smoke vanished, sucked away through the vents.
Now both of them stood there, covered in a layer of soot and ash.
Fighter calmly removed his goggles and dusted off his shoulders.
Jack just stared at him.
Fighter raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Jack exhaled sharply, turned around, and walked straight out of the room.
Fighter watched him go. "Goodnight," he called after him.
Jack shut the door behind him.
Fighter scoffed. "Pfft. Rude."
Shaking his head, he pulled a cloth from his pocket and wiped the soot off his face before getting back to work.
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ActionIn this world everyone posses a core. A core can grant one many abilities. A core is tied to its user the ability for which they gain will reflect them. One must train their core for the ability if they to use its full power. The power to control fi...
