Dangerous fallacies

Turles's smile grew even more smug. "Catch?" He chuckled. "The only catch is your loyalty to me. In the Abyss Order, we have a simple hierarchy. You obey, you get the power, the girls, the harem, the god-like abilities, and the cool armor. What could be better than that?" His eyes gleamed as he scanned the crowd, looking for any sign of weakness or greed that he could exploit.

"But why should we trust you?" Rina spoke up, not bothering to look up from her scroll. Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that suggested she was anything but naive.

"Trust?" Turles laughed. "You think you can trust anyone in this game?" He gestured to the bustling market around them. "Look around. Everyone here is out for themselves. But with me, you get what I promise."

Rina rolled her eyes. "Please, save the bullshit for someone who's buying it. You think just because you're a Saiyan, you can sweet talk us? You're just a Goku lookalike with a chip on your shoulder," she said, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Turles' smile faltered, and for a brief moment, Kyle saw a flash of anger in the leader's eyes. "Goku? Is that who you think I am? A knockoff?" he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I am Turles, leader of the Abyss Order, and I am nothing like that weak-hearted Kakarot."

"Yeah, right," Kyle scoffed, crossing his arms. "You're just another Goku black wannabe, thinking you can play god just because you've got some extra power."

Turles' smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed into slits. "Goku black?" He spat the words out like they were poison. "I am nothing like that freaky egomaniac. At least I didn't have to steal a mortal's body to achieve my goals. And as for Zamasu, he's a weak little prick who couldn't raise his own power. The only thing he's good for is causing trouble."

"So, you're saying you're different because you're the original?" Rina quipped, not looking up from her scroll. "How refreshing."

Turles took a step closer to Kyle, his fists clenching. "I'm saying that I am the true embodiment of Saiyan strength," he said, his voice a low growl. "And if you're as strong as you claim, you'll join us and prove it."

Kyle stared back at Turles, his gaze unwavering. "I don't care about your organization or your power," he said, his voice firm. "I'm here to get stronger, and I'll do it my way." The determination in Kyle's eyes was clear, and for the first time, Turles seemed to take him seriously.

The Abyss Order leader paused for a moment, considering Kyle's words. "Very well," he said, his tone cool and calculated. "You've made your choice, and we'll see how long 'your way' lasts."

Rina couldn't help but laugh, a light, airy sound that seemed to float on the tense air. "Good luck with that," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She rolled up her scroll and tucked it into her waistband, finally looking at Kyle. "Turles may look all powerful, but if you want to fight him, you're on your own."

Kyle smirked, the kind of smirk that told Turles he wasn't impressed. "I didn't come here to back down from anyone," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the power he hadn't yet fully realized. It was a declaration that echoed through the training grounds, leaving no doubt that he was ready for whatever came next.

The fight began with a casual flick of Turles' wrist, sending a blast of ki hurtling towards Kyle. It was a test, a way for the Abyss Order leader to gauge the strength of this newcomer who dared to stand against him. But Kyle was no ordinary fighter; he was a Saiyan, a warrior bred for battle, and he'd come too far to be toyed with. He leapt into the air, dodging the attack with the grace of a gazelle and the precision of a hawk, his eyes never leaving Turles.

The air around the Saiyan duo began to crackle with energy as they clashed in a dance of fists and light. However, Kyle soon found himself facing not one, but a dozen Turles. Each one mirrored the other's movements with uncanny precision, striking from angles that seemed impossible to anticipate. His fists met nothing but air as the real Turles remained elusive, a specter weaving between the shadows of his own illusions.

Rina leaned against a nearby rock, arms crossed over her chest, and watched with a bored expression. Her emerald eyes, however, held a glint of curiosity. Despite the obvious gap in their power levels, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of Kyle's unyielding spirit. His frustration was palpable, each failed punch and kick fueling his burning desire to prove himself.

Kyle's muscles bulged as he pushed himself to the brink, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to anticipate Turles's next move. His eyes narrowed, searching for the tiniest opening, but every time he thought he had it, another illusion would shatter before him. He roared, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The air around him grew thick with the pressure of his ki, a maelstrom of blue and gold swirling like a tornado. Yet Turles remained unfazed, his smug smile never faltering as he continued to toy with Kyle.

Rina had seen enough. She couldn't just stand by and watch Kyle struggle alone, not when she had the power to help. With a sigh, she pushed off from the rock and sailed into the fray, her dark hair fluttering behind her. She called upon her own ki, her body crackling with emerald energy. The air grew even heavier with the combined might of the two young Saiyans.

Her fists blazed with green fire as she threw punch after punch at Turles' illusions, each one missing by a hair's breadth. The real Turles was playing a deadly game of cat and mouse, his copies moving with uncanny synchronization, dodging and weaving around her strikes. Despite her best efforts, she found herself caught in a dance of deception, her punches passing through after-images of her opponent. The crowd of watching players held their breath, the excitement palpable as they anticipated the moment when the tide of the battle might turn.