Samira smirked.
"I don't need a Pulse. Guild founders don't have to fight. They just need a team of seven Pulse users. Thanks to Grandpa Kenta, I already know exactly what types I need to form the perfect squad. We should be ready for our first raid in a few weeks."
Iwaizumi looked impressed, though still a bit skeptical.
"You know… convincing people to be heroes isn't exactly easy."
She gave a playful wink.
"I have my ways. But first I need Kirrily. Once he's in, the rest will fall into place."
Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, half-challenging.
"I'd love to see how you pull that off."
She laughed softly, then turned to her guards.
"From there, finding the rest should be easy, right?"
One of the guards nodded.
"Yes, my lady."
Tabaki blinked.
"'My lady'? Wait… are you some kind of royalty or something?"
She giggled.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Let's focus on the fight for now."
The cloaked girl now properly introduced as Samira had definitely caught their interest.
That "maybe" echoed in both their heads.
Who exactly was she… really?
Gin didn't respond.
He caught scattered bits of conversation from Iwaizumi's end mentions of "my lady" and "needing Kirrily."
Still, that familiar, annoying grin crept across his face.
The arena announcer's voice roared to life:
"You've seen the clips. You've read the articles. But nothing compares to seeing him LIVE
The undefeated rookie shaking the world…"
The crowd surged as the lights pulsed.
"Up next… the phenom with FIFTY WINS and ZERO LOSSES…"
"The Pulse user with a CAPTCHA PROFILE so outrageous, analysts still think it's a system error…"
The crowd surged cheers rising like a tidal wave.
"He's here. He's live. He's about to make history…"
"Put your hands together for the one and only… CRASHNOVA!"
The commentator's voice cracked with excitement as the two fighters took their positions. The hexagon platform lit up, encased in a shimmering energy barrier. Above, cameras floated like mechanical vultures, capturing every angle.
Fans roared beneath the crystalline dome, their chants shaking the air.
Commentator (voice soaring):
"From the Champion's Corner undefeated, untouchable, the storm among the rookies…
CRASH—NOOOOOOVA!!"
[Spotlights hit. The crowd explodes. Camera flashes like lightning.]
Chants of "CRASHNOVA! CRASHNOVA!" echoed from wall to wall.
CAPTCHA PROFILENick Name: Crash Nova (Gabriel Kirrily )
Pulse Profession: Brawler
Pulse Type:Enhancement
Current Rank: S-Class (Active. Rookies division) – Brawler's List
Strengths:
Devastating, superhuman kicks
Predictive analysis via eye-based Pulse
Unshakable stance and explosive bursts
Weaknesses:
Eye Overload: temporary blindness under extreme stress
Heavy stamina drain from dodging
No long-range abilities
Crashnova stood calm, almost detached.
Hands relaxed at his sides, black tape wrapped tight around his knuckles.
A sleeveless compression top clung to his lean frame, combat shorts swaying slightly with each subtle shift of his weight.
His dark hair was damp from pre-fight warmups, a single strand clinging to his temple.
His eyes serene, calculating seemed to see through the entire arena.
But beneath that stillness...
a storm was waiting.
Commentator (with rising tempo):
"And from the Challenger's Corner… the Windbreaker, the Punch Demon, the man with fists faster than thought
ROOOOOOCKYYYYYYYY!!"
[The crowd erupted, stomping and chanting in perfect unison:]
"ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!"
Ring lights swirled across the dome, casting dramatic flashes over his confident smirk.
His opponent? Rocky.
Shirtless. Cocky.
His frame was packed with coiled muscle like a spring begging to snap.
He bounced on the balls of his feet, a blur of motion and swagger, like a boxer seconds away from pouncing.
He smirked across the ring, eyes locked onto Crashnova.
"Hope you're ready, Crash-dummy," he sneered, cracking his knuckles with a sharp pop.
"I don't pull punches."
Waving to the crowd with a cocky grin, Rocky sneered across the ring.
"You're just hype. Time for a rookie to learn some respect. Get ready to taste defeat from a real Senior division brawler."
Gabriel didn't flinch.
He stood calm, voice low and measured.
"I've heard a lot about your punches," he said.
"That's why I chose to face you. To see if you've evolved. Evolution is the key to survival in the end… don't you agree?"
Rocky scoffed.
"What're you on about, pal? Evolution? Save the speeches. You're just another mouth to shut just another arrogant fighter."
Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, smirking.
"Oh? So that's what arrogance looks like winning?"
He tilted his head slightly, voice calm.
"Then I'll agree with you... but only if you win."
His eyes opened slowly.
A piercing violet glow pulsed from his irises, cold and unblinking.
A flash of bright violet radiated from his irises, the pupils contracting like a hyper sensitive lens.
"Come, Rocky," he said softly.
"Let me test the resolve behind your EVOLUTION."
CAPTCHA PROFILE
NickName:Rocky
Pulse Profession:Brawler
Pulse Type:Emission
Pulse Ability:Kinetic punch Through rapid punches, Rocky emits air shockwaves shaped like phantom fists, striking enemies from a distance with concussive force.
Current Rank:
B-Class (Active. Senior division) – Brawler's List
Strengths:Long-Range Striking: Can hit targets without physical contact, maintaining offense from a safe distance.
Overwhelming Punch Speed: His upper-body agility allows for rapid-fire strikes, creating a barrage of kinetic blasts.
Zone Control: Effective at keeping melee fighters away and disrupting opponents mid-attack.
Weaknesses:Muscle Lock: Overuse of his emission output causes painful cramping or temporary nerve shutdown, especially in the arms and shoulders.
Poor Lower Body Defense: His power centers on his upper torso leaving his legs vulnerable to low sweeps or grounding attacks.
Predictable Rhythm: When he starts firing rapid punches, experienced fighters can begin to read his cadence and counter.
Commentator (as the crowd roars):
"Alright, fight fans before the sparks fly, let's break it down for all our new viewers tuning in tonight!"
The stadium lights dim slightly. A glowing chart appears mid-air, displaying the Brawler Rankings: F, E, D, C, B, A… and S-Class each tier pulsing with color.
A spotlight drops onto one side of the platform illuminating a bouncing figure.
Commentator:
"In this corner Rocky 'The Haymaker'! A certified B-Class brawler with real ring experience and a reputation for pressure-heavy fights. He's been grinding through ranked matches with flash, fire, and fists of fury!"
The light shifts across the ring to a calm, unmoving silhouette.
Commentator (voice sharpens):
"And facing him... the undefeated phenom! Fifty wins. Zero losses. The storm from the Rookie Division Gabriel Kirrily, better known as Crashnova!"
The crowd explodes as Gabriel lifts his head, calm and focused.
Commentator (voice rising):
"Currently S-Class in the Rookie Circuit, tonight marks his first official step into the Senior Division. A win here moves him up the rankings and puts the entire Brawler League on edge."
The tension thickens. The commentator's voice drops slow, deliberate, like thunder rumbling before a storm.
Commentator (voice booming):
"In the Brawler System, it's simple.
Beat someone ranked above you and their spot is yours.
No votes. No panels. No excuses.
Just fists."
A pause crowd holding its breath.
Commentator:
"It's brutal. It's unforgiving.Unfair.
It's jungle law."
The crowd explodes in cheers. Drums pound. Chants ripple through the stands like shockwaves.
Commentator (with rising intensity):
"And the fighters? They live for this.
The fans? They eat it up. You feel that?!"
[Crowd roars louder, chanting both names: "CRASH-NO-VA! ROCK-YYYY!"]
Commentator:
"If Crashnova loses he stays locked in the Rookie Division.
But if he wins…
He leaps into the B-Class Senior Division, and Rocky?
He gets demoted to Rookie status. Instant trade."
A dramatic beat. Spotlights swirl. The hexagon hums louder.
Commentator (with flair):
"High risk. High reward.
This is where reputations are made or shattered."
DING. DING. DING.
The fight begins.