That Evening I hadn’t got a chance to fight, so I went back and hunted some animals on my way. Back at the university I went to sleep. The next day I trained strictly and hard, until late in the evening. Then I went back to the spot, whereas just as many as yesterday were. I got up to the guy in charge and asked for my matches. He told me, because it’s my premiere, the fight was scheduled quite early and I needed to win if I want a good image. Further he said I should sat myself, as I would get called upon the stage.

  I waited and watched the nerve wracking matches going on, right in front of me. The first one’s weren’t that interesting, as the fighters would get progressively stronger towards the end. My match was somewhat in the lower half.

  Finally my name was called, so I went into the arena, whereas I stood stiff, anticipating my opponent, who was yet to come. Every second felt longer as I waited, I was getting more and more excited.

  The person I was matched against came through the arena entrance, He was huge, chunky, strong, as he marched towards me with heavy steps, advancing ever so little. He was towering far above me looking down on me, ready to crush my skull. I felt minuscule, weak but I gathered myself and was now ready to face him.

  The referee dropped a stone, as it hit the ground I immediately leaped forward ready to punch the big guy. For all watching the fight I just disappeared only to reappear before the dude. The guy wasn’t dumb either and got into a defensive stance the moment he couldn’t see me. But I didn’t want the fight to last too long, so I gathered my energy solely in my fist and punched into the abdomen of my opponent. He was neither able to block or react he flew away, carried by the force behind the punch. Even the wind was blown away, making a dust cloud. My opponent was knocked out by it, for sure. The referee looked to make sure, and so it was.

  I won the first Match in O.V.O. with surprising ease, mainly because of the match-up, still I would need to train more. But one thing I need even more is real fighting experience against humans, which I plan to gather here.

  Loud clapping marked my win, the whole audience cheered, screamed, roared and raged. As I left the arena without a word I heard the noise quieting down, I was greeted by the dude, who registered me, he told me I did just fine and next time he would get me a stronger opponent. He added I should come tomorrow again and this time I would get two matches. As I still wanted to train more I decided to not stay here any longer and go deep into the woods.

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  Next day came, I went to university as I would normally do, but the whole time in class, I reflected on the matches I saw. So I really neglected learning the whole day, when we were free to go I made my path straight to the training ground in the east. Here I was quite often, as there was the best technique trainer. Albeit his strength being in the lower calibre he was sensational with his skills. Even I can’t reach his waters—yet. I explained to him situations, when fighting and against which type of person I was up against. Whereas he showed me skills, that were practical and the one’s I should definitely evade using. The session with him was useful, but neither the less, the evening is getting closer ans closer, and with it my much awaited match.

  I emerged out of the shadows, drawn by the dense trees, into the light moonshine, giving me shivers down my spine. Today he shown brighter than ever, he was massive and beautiful toned in reddish, yellowish colours. I went straight to the seats, and began analysing the matches, while waiting for my turn. After some time I was called onto stage, this time my opponent stood already there with a smile on his mysterious face.

  The fight began, both of us rushed forward with our fists extended, they clashed together producing a sound as loud as a canon firing. Our strength and speed seemed to be about equal, I deducted from our first contact. The little fist bump wasn’t the last, my opponent went into offensive, assaulting me from all direction. I decided to play it more defensive, to keep my energy for the second match today.

  The dude wasn’t half-bad, but after the first round he was already getting clumsy, furthermore he was definitely not able to use energy, giving him a huge handicap.

  In the third round I decided, enough is enough and ended the match with a targeted punch containing energy.

  After all, I seated myself again, but this time I wasn’t able to have quietness around me—many were standing around me from the crowd, bombarding me with questions. I just ignored it all, and was happy when my name was announced again, as well as the one’s around me.

  I went down normally, as I would always do, but my opponent just appeared out of nowhere on the field. I was in huge disbelieve, questioning my eyes. But then it came to me, his energy was enormous, and in the air, there were still traces of energy usage.

  So this time I was up against a magician, no a sorcerer, maybe even a mighty wizard, who could crush me.

  As the match started, I was startled at first and unsure how to fight him, but then I realized an energy spear flying for my heart. I spun around to avoid it, but then came more of them flying towards me.

  Dodging all was really difficult, but suddenly, I got a good idea, I created my energy shield, and accelerated through all the attacks; towards the sorcerer, standing in the air, mighty and strong. He was surprised by the change, but was sure to teleport away before I could reach him. But I realized his idea, so I read his energy to find out where he was going. This information I then used and fired a gigantic energy ball, in this very spot. So without surprise the oh so big magician fell from the sky, accompanied by a loud sound and dust.

  With that I won, and was promoted to D-class, thanks to my exorbitant performance. The new letter shone in a fresh blueish on the card.