Chapter 61 - Malice

Yussuf felt pain consuming his body. Blood gushed from his mouth, yet he held his sword firmly in both hands. Theodore brought up his fists, Yussuf widening his stance as his eyes moved wildly.

Simon: He looks more like a beast than a man right now.

Shun: He's putting everything on that line for this fight.

Simon: I can see that, but Theodore doesn't even seem the slightest bit tired.

Magnus: As much as I hate to say it, Yussuf barely gave any information regarding Theodore. Theodore used a few moves I've never seen before, but nothing about them were things that Daymond wouldn't have been able to figure out on his own.

Moll: Cut the guy some slack, he's giving it his all right now.

Shizu: However, Theodore is truly showing off what makes him rank number three in the organization.

Midori: That Oneiroi boy truly is a master of his own right. He might even have a chance against you, Sonata.

Moll: Yeah, he's a strong one alright. I've witnessed his matches before. He's a real master of battle, I tell ya.

Magnus' thoughts: Moll has taken ten losses in his history in these matches. One was apparently to the previous head. Could it be that the standard for those two is even higher than what Theodore and Daymond have shown off?

Yussuf moved across the ring in a blur, Theodore's eyes squinting as he pushed Yussuf's thrust away. Yussuf quickly changed direction, aiming his blade at Theodore's side. His eyes opened wide as Theodore grabbed the blade mid-thrust. Yussuf looked up, noticing Theodore's serious look. With a quick pull, Yussuf headed towards him, only to be met by his left fist. Yussuf held tightly onto his hilt, pulling it from Theodore's grasp as he slid back. Yussuf shook his head before running in once more, Theodore opening his hands.

Theodore's thoughts: Dark Wave.

Theodore sidestepped Yussuf's following slash, grabbing his arm before swinging him around. He suddenly let go, Yussuf still moving in the direction of Theodore's pull. Theodore's arm moved like a blur, a loud thud filled the ring, Shun, Simon, and Magnus looking at the ring in shock. Cero walked through the halls, looking up at the monitor before letting out a sigh.

Cero: So he's unleashed it.

Theodore's arm was turned upwards, blood trailing off of it as Yussuf staggered backward, his blade falling from his grasp.

Theodore: King's Malice.

Zachary: H-HE'S UNLEASHED THE MALICE! THEODORE HAS USED HIS MIGHTY KING'S MALICE!!!

The King's Malice is a move that uses Theodore's forearm as its main weapon. Theodore clenches his fist, having the fingers facing upward. With a burst of speed and tensing of the muscles, the forearm acts similar to a mace. With Theodore's addition of the gauntlets, King's Malice reaches an even higher level of power. Showing off the king's true strength in matches.

Yussuf's eyes began to fade, blood rapidly leaving his body as his back slammed into the ground. Theodore whipped his arm down, Yussuf's blood leaving a trail on the floor beneath him. The referee ran over to Yussuf, checking on him before he stood back up, raising his arms as the audience erupted into a cheer.

Zachary: THE PILLAR OF THE ORGANIZATION HAS DONE IT ONCE AGAIN!! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS THEODORE ONEIROIIIIIII!!!

Theodore looked down at Yussuf, closing his eyes as he nodded his head.

Theodore: I met your conviction seriously, so I hope you use this match as a marker to improve yourself. Despite being my enemy in these matches, I do wish for you to improve. Until we meet again, Yussuf.

Theodore turned away from Yussuf, a medical team running up to him. Theodore walked into his entrance, a tall lady immediately jumping on him.

Theresa: Oh Teddy, you did so well out there!

Theodore: I thought you were still in the stands.

Ziyad: She could tell the match would end after Yussuf cut your back, so she had us rush here as quickly as possible.

Theresa: So you decided to use King's Malice after all. Are you sure you didn't smash his skull in?

Theodore: I mainly had the momentum of Dark Wave bring him into the move. I couldn't bring myself to unleash all of its strength into him.

Theresa: Oh how caring, even to your opponents.

Ziyad: Just as I expected of the king. If your father could see you now, he would be proud of the man you have become.

Theodore: Thank you, Ziyad.

A figure formed over Theodore's shoulder, wrapping its arms around his neck.

Daniel: Papa win!

Theodore: Daniel, did you enjoy the match?

Daniel shook his head rapidly, meeting Theodore with a large smile. Theodore reached around, patting Daniel on the head.

Ziyad: Now now, Daniel. Theodore took a strike from there, you mustn't jump on him so hastily.

Theodore: It's okay, Ziyad. He simply wishes to show off his own gratitude.

Coming from down the hall, Remy, Gonzalez, and Carrie walked up to the four at the entrance.

Gonzalez: Amazing match as expected, king.

Remy: That was crazy. I know you wouldn't kill a man, but that was ruthless!

Theodore: You flatter me.

Carrie: If it weren't for the big butt of the queen there, I think more people would recognize how well you did!

Theresa twitched before she stepped away from Theodore. Theodore rubbed the back of his head before looking away. Theresa creepily turned her head around, looking at Carrie. Carrie felt a cold sweat move down her back as she met Theresa's glare.

Theresa: Now Carrie, perhaps you'd like to speak to me further. What exactly did I block out?

Carrie whipped around before sprinting down the hall at full speed. Theresa immediately ran after her. Remy biting his nails as he leaned over to Gonzalez.

Remy: How did Carrie know?

Gonzalez: I'm glad I have this blindfold on, I wouldn't want to join Carrie's fate right now.

Ziyad: Now that the distractions are gone… We have a medical team prepared for you in one of the infirmaries. Follow me to get those injuries patched up.

Theodore: Thank you Ziyad. Daniel, Remy, Gonzalez. Please, continue to watch the matches and tell me how Mike and Angel perform. I won't be getting the best view from the monitors, so I wish for you all to fill me in if I do not return in time.

Daniel: Ok!

Gonzalez: If that's what you wish.

…

Abraham slammed his sword into a tree, cutting deep into its thick bark. Angel stood beside it, letting out a sigh.

Angel: Close, but you missed. Can we get a small break from this sparring already? Our matches are probably going to be soon.

Abraham: But I need to ensure I can fight at my best. I do not wish to disappoint my father.

Angel: Sheesh, you really are a suck-up, aren't you?

Veronica walked up to the two men training, placing down a tray of tea before looking up at them.

Veronica: Hey guys, great news. The King just won his match! And Abraham, I got a report saying he wishes you to join him for dinner later tonight with some of the political leaders.

Abraham: Father won? As to be expected. With how powerful he is, it is nigh impossible for him to lose.

Angel: Only Abraham? C'mon…