The fight was intense, being a few seconds short from the full 10 minutes. All the guys in the dojo stared, frozen in awe at what they had just witnessed. The skill and speed displayed by a Retired Sword and the Silver Medalist of the Kami Cup was truly a sight to behold. Although none of them had said it, one thing was abundantly clear. The girl, only 5'5 in height and smaller than all of them was not to be messed with.
The instructor staggered up and looked at his students.
"What you witnessed right now is Nami's Mastery in Water God style and Wind God style. If you give her a hard time, I doubt I'll be able to stop her from beating the living shit out of you. Class dismissed. Everybody hit the showers." The instructor said wiping the blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
"Blue cream is available for those of you who want to heal your wounds, if you're hurt and don't use it then you're an idiot." He barked sternly, holding himself from staggering as the effects of his clash with her were still fresh.
All the guys retreated to the showers while Nami picked herself up only to stare at the ground in defeat. Her right leg was acting up, and the pain forced her to wait before she could stand.
"You shouldn't feel bad about losing to me. I am a Former Royal knight after all." Nami scoffed at his comment.
"Is that your way of making me feel better? It's not working." Nami said with a forced smile on her face, getting a hearty chuckle from the instructor.
"You are a spoiled brat if I've ever seen one." The instructor said laughing.
"It has only been a year since the Kami cup so, you shouldn't rush things, your injury will get better." The instructor said softly as he exited the dojo. Nami sighed and looked to a pillar next to the showers.
"If you're done listening in on my conversation you can come out now." She said talking to the person hiding behind the pillar.
Bastien stepped out from his hiding spot and stood in front of the door to the showers.
"Just so you know, I wasn't flirting with your dad." Nami saw the confusion on his face and snickered a little.
"He's not my... How did you know?" He asked.
"I'm not stupid, now is there something you wanna say?" Nami asked.
"You better not think you're special just cause My da---the instructor likes you." Bastien barked.
"Don't feel threatened the man isn't even my type." Nami tried to stand up but the pain in her right knee was quick to remind her to sit down.
"Mind helping me up?" She asked.
"If you are as good as you say you are you should be able to pick yourself up, don't you think?" Bastien asked with a smug expression on his face.
"Damn I knew you were an asshole before, but this exceeds my expectations." She said, struggling to pick herself up with one foot. She staggered to gain balance with Bastien staring at her pitifully the entire time.
"You still owe me a match." Bastien said getting into a fighting stance.
Honestly, I'm in no shape to give him a good fight, but who am I to say no to someone who obviously wants to get his ass beat. Nami thought as she forced herself into a fighting stance. Water-God style put less of a strain on her joints, but taking its stance still felt like hell for her. Her right leg felt like it was seconds away from shattering as it vibrated violently under the minimal weight she put under it.
Some of the guys came out of the changing room seeing that they were about to go at it.
"FIGHT!!"One of them called out alerting the rest of the changing room that there was a fight about happen.
Bastien leaped first aiming a punch for her face to quickly end the match. Nami took a deep breath in and flawlessly evaded the punch she was gonna respond with one of her own, but he already beat her to it firing another fist going to her face.
She was still able to dodge but Bastien used his momentum to twist into a back kick aiming for her chest. She couldn't dodge that one, so she quickly guarded herself blocking the kick which brought her to her knees. She tried to quickly go back on the defensive, but her knee locked her in place.
Just as Bastien was gonna finish it with an axe kick Duncan stepped in blocking his kick and pushing him back.
Bastien looked at him with a confused look.
"This isn't a game Duncan. This Dojo isn't a place for helpless little girls, so why are you helping her?!" Bastien said, getting in Duncan's face.
"That's enough man can't you see she is still exhausted from her fight with the instructor! Put anyone up against the instructor and they would be in a worse state than she is. That ain't enough proof for you?" Duncan argued, getting a frustrated sigh from his friend.
"You got lucky this time. Next time you won't have this pussy protecting you!" Bastien said making his way to the changing room. The guys who were watching began to leave one by one having no words for what they just saw.
"Hey Duncan, I don't wanna sound like a burden to you, but can you carry me to the showers? I can't move my legs at the moment." Nami pleaded. He nodded and picked her up Bridal style, surprised by how light she was. Nami was obviously embarrassed for looking so weak.
"Thanks for stepping in when you did. I could've been seriously injured there." Nami said refusing to look him in the eye.
"No worries. I just need to put that idiot in his place." Duncan felt a pull on his shirt.
"Please don't." Nami's voice came out in a suppressed whisper. In fact he could feel her whole body trembling in his arms. She was crying.
"O-Okay." Struggling to think of a counter to her request, Duncan just agreed. He gently placed her down in an empty stall before turning to leave, closing the stall door behind him. Nami saw her sports bag slid under the bottom opening of her stall.
"If you need anything, gimme a call. I sent my number to your phone so don't hesitate." Duncan said before he left.
Nami stared at her stall door with an empty expression in her eyes, listening to everyone else as they began leaving. And once the changing rooms were empty, her tears began blurring her vision.
"Damn you!" She cried out in a choked scream. She punched her right leg repetitively as tears flowed out of her eyes. She hated every second of it.
She couldn't move. When it counted the most, she always froze up. Why? What were all those years of blood. All those years of tears. What were they for if I am going to end up defeated by someone I could've easily beat!
She gritted her teeth in frustration, digging her fingers in her hair as she pulled hard enough to rip it off, before her eyes shot open and she slowly began to rise with her fingernails still interlocked with the strands of her curly hair
That's right... I cut it. She thought, before laughing at herself. Come on Namibia, you said you'd get rid of that crybaby. Can't be showing any signs of weakness now. Her hand was still trembling violently.
She looked at her right leg as a cacophony of senses all came back to her at once. Feeling her knee pop as it bent in a manner it was not supposed to, the nauseating smell of blood mixed with the taste of her salty tears running down her face, and the roaring crowd cheering on her fall as the reality of her situation seeped in. She was about to die.
"Breathe." She told herself as she slowly began to regulate her breathing. Her trembling stopped and eventually she calmed down. A breathing technique that allowed her to still her thoughts taught to her through her mastery over Water-God.
The tears stopped as she shoved that memory to the back of her mind. This is a new start Namibia, can't bitch out now. She told herself before she began undressing.
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Bastien muttered to himself in frustration as he made his way back to the dojo. Bastien was already on his way home only to get a call from his dad. The janitor was supposed lock but something came up and now he had to do it.
He sighed as he opened the door, expecting everyone to have gone home, but right in the middle of the changing room stood a shirtless Nami with her back turned to him.
"Oh shit, you're still here." He said uncaringly until he finally processed that a woman was half naked before him. "Oh shit, you're still here?!" He immediately flared up as his blunder became clear. Being so used to guys made him forget what the back of a fine maiden looked like. Or was that because of Maze's blue balling?
"I-I am so sorry, I-I-I thought everyone left so..." He stuttered, a slight shock to Nami as she didn't take him for the type to do so. As uncomfortable as he was, Nami couldn't be bothered on whether or not he saw her. So, what if you saw my tits, they're not much to look at, and you damn sure ain't the first. She thought.
"You have a nice back, y'know. And curves and..." There was a long pause until Nami heard his footsteps approach her.
Her eyes widened in shock when he was just a few feet from her. Her heart raced but she calmed herself to think rationally.
"Bastien, back off." She said coldly. Everything seemed quiet as Nami's mind began racing through questions. Before she knew his hands pulled her close by the waist and wrapped themselves around her body. She froze, feeling his erect member press against her back.
"Oh, now don't be like that. It's only us in this school now y'know. Anything could happen." Bastien's deep voice echoed through Nami's body as his hand began making its way up her waist. Nami snapped herself out of her frozen state and grabbed his hands before they could go any higher, and in one movement flipped him so hard he hit the tile floor with a thunderous thud. She backed away from him with her shirt over her chest.
As if the pain of the fall hadn't registered Bastien stood up with that same sleezy smile he came with. Nami felt a shiver travel down her spine, disgusted by the look on his face until she saw his eyes and immediately knew what was going on.
She turned to put on her shirt, ignoring Bastien who was slowly walking back to her.
"I like girls when they're feisty. It adds flavor to their personality." He said with a little chuckle.
"Honestly Bastien, you're not even my type and the fact that you're hypnotized right now isn't helping your case." Bastien froze right when he was about to wrap his arms around her again.
"Hypnotized? Did the beating dear old daddy give you screw with your brain or something?"
"Thirty percent of the human population is capable of using magic, but there aren't any physical differences between a normal human and a Mage, so what is a way we can distinguish between the two?" Nami looked at Bastien now having buttoned her shirt, her eyes holding a cold and deductive glare in them. "By looking at the effects their magic has on others."
Bastien sighed.
"That's an absurd leap, but I'll entertain your theory in exchange for a kiss." He said, violently cupping Nami's face.
"You barely know this person to tell the difference. So, how would you know that he ain't a sleazy scumbag that would sleep with anything that has TnA?"
The cold look in Nami's eyes persisted despite his advances as their lips inched ever so close together.
"Hypnosis or possession? I'd say it's hypnosis. Bastien may be stiff as an Earth-God MoutainBreaker, but after fighting him I can attest that he is no slouch in Water-God. Your movements are too stiff for it to be a possession, like a puppet on strings." Nami deduced noticing the slight hesitation Bastien had just as he was about to lock lips with her.
"Y'know, you're the first person to figure this out. For a couple of years this school has been nothing, but a bite filled with noble people like this shit stain. Not until I came into the picture. I have dirt on everyone in this school, students and teachers alike. So can you blame me if I'm trying to get some on the world-famous Blacksilver Nami?" Bastien's hot breath past by Nami's lips and she had to hold herself from sneering at the sensation.
"You talk a lot for someone who wants to keep their identity hidden. We might have just met but the more you talk the easier it is for me to find you." Nami declared before her hand snapped around Bastien's neck and in a great display of her own raw strength she began forcing Bastien down on his knees, not missing the shock in his eyes.
"For example, the person controlling Bastien right now, is outside that door with a camera at the ready. I know for a fact that you aren't faster than me, so you better start running." Bastien looked visibly terrified. He smiled before his body flopped over. Nami threw his unconscious body to the side uncaringly. Double Nami's size and weight, but she was able to move him as if all of that didn't matter. She returned to dressing up as if nothing had happened.
Bastien shot up, confused as to why he was sleeping face first on the damp tiles of the showers. He jolted his head around for an answer only to see Nami, now fully dressed.
"Hello Bastien." Nami greeted, not caring to relieve his confusion.
"What happened?" He asked before groaning from the pain he felt on the back of his head. Nami threw the healing ointment at Bastien before turning to leave.
"You came here to lock the dojo. I'm done changing so I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Nami said as she closed the door behind her. Leaving a confused Bastien on the floor.
A Mage, huh? She wondered as she approached the school gates. Of course it had to be a fucking Mage! Her grip on the sash of her sports bag tightened.
It's okay Nami, She told herself. As long as they mind their business then I'm more than happy to mind my own. Releasing a sigh, she began to reminisce at how similar it was to her old school. The memory bringing back one final thought.
"I hate this school."