Sandy haired kid

At last nothing happened. Yamato's school won the next two fights; the second and third round. But Sixth High's fighters are no pushovers, they won the fourth round, throwing the result of the battle open, with everything to fight for in the final round.

Two - Two.

Yamato sighed in relief, he wouldn't have to fight and risk his reputation. But he also felt a little disappointed, secretly he would have liked to face off against any of these guys.

The fifth round pitted the leaders against each other. Ronald vs Hunter. Hunter, the leader of the other school, is supposedly one year Ronald's junior - at sixteen years old - but looked older. He has white bleached hair and tattoos covered his hands and neck. His uniform fitted him tightly showing his buff muscles on a tall frame.

The final round was everything one wishes from a Street Fight. Top action, unexpectedness and thrill.

Hunter was a brawler, a reckless charging bull that neglects every attack directed at him and just concentrates on dealing maximum damage to his opponent. Meanwhile Ronald is an agile fighter, that favors avoiding attacks, attacking quickly, then withdraws. So for a time it looked like one fighter was chasing the other around while exchanging blows.

"Stop jumping around like a coward Ronald!"

Hunter growled lunging at Ronald with wide open arms, trying to block his opponent's escape route, and trap him in a bear grip. But Ronald effortlessly rolled under Hunter, letting the bigger guy charge past, before rising up and quickly delivered a powerful kick on Hunter's back. It was the same move Yamato used all those years in his first fight, that's because it was identical to the famous move of a pro Fighter he watched on TV....

Famous move or not Hunter didn't budge an inch from the kick though. He turned around quickly, charged forward and swung out his fist. Yet He only struck air as Ronald rolled under him again.

At this point Hunter's face was red with anger and frustration. "Keep running sissy, I didn't know the leader of the Fourth High is a coward!"

Hearing such insult everyone else will be enraged and lose their rationality but Ronald didn't even blink at the insult and continued jumping around.

"You actually have no pride, I'm impressed, damn it!" Hunter cursed.

The fight continued like that with Hunter chasing Ronald all around the clearing. The strategy of both fighters was obvious at this point; Ronald wanted to chip at his opponent's strength with little blows that will add up to take him out while Hunter just wanted to connect one clear blow.

As time went on Ronald looked like the one that was winning as his blows had added up to give the other guy a bloody nose and swollen face. Yet there was always that threat that Hunter could land that one hit that Ronald couldn't get back from so no one relaxed.

The crowd's mood was at its peak as they watched the fight, phones held high to record. For the most experienced of Street Fight viewers it was a close matched fight that could go either way. Yet everyone had their opinions about who will win. The smart guy or the tough guy?

At last the inevitable happened. Ronald made a mistake and the big guy was there to punish him. Ronald had been drawing back when he stumbled. He tried to righten his stance and move away but in an instant Hunter loomed in front of him.

A direct punch to the face sent him flying into the crowd and the rival school into a cheering frenzy. The spectators cheered louder as they realized Ronald wouldn't get up anytime soon.

"We lost huh?" Yamato muttered.

"It is still better that you didn't fight," Shandy said.

'Is she nagging now?' Yamato shook his head at the thought. "Let's check on Ron,"

"Okay,"

However just as Yamato and Shandy were heading towards Ronald a cheeky voice cut through the celebration. "Is this what you call a fight?!"

Everyone turned and saw a blond teenager of around fourteen or fifteen - he looked the same age as Yamato - wearing a jeans and a red check shirt. Strangely he was standing atop a lamp post, telling everyone that he must be a good fighter to balance so weightlessly on such little space.

"One monkey jumping and the other chasing...." The blond boy clicked his tongue. "So much for the legendary Street Fighters! I am not surprised though, what did I expect from such backwards place?"

The blond guy's words were telling. First he disdained Street Fighters and second he's not from Kreal city! The crowd was immediately enraged.

'Who does this kid think he's daring to belittle Kreal city!'

'He doesn't fear death!'

'So ignorant and bold,'

Most of the audience cursed openly, one voice drowned in dozens none standing out. However if even the crowd was enraged what about the Street Fighters themselves that were the object of the kid's disdain? They were more than furious.

A fighter from Sixth High didn't bother with words but rushed directly at the blond kid. The blond kid smirked revealing the stone he had in his hand by bouncing it them suddenly whipped his hand hurling the stone with tremendous strength that startled everyone. The stone struck the statue in the center of the fountain shattering its head to pieces.

The guy that was rushing forward and those that wanted to make a move all froze in place, gulping. 'What kind of kung fu is that?!' That's what is going on on everyone's mind. Crushing a stone statue like that with a simple throw, not to talk of stone can a bullet even do it so thorough?

However unlike the other petrified kids Hunter wasn't scared. "What did you say kid?" He shouted. "Don't think because I just fought I am out of energy, I could still beat up someone like you. Parlor tricks won't help you in face of absolute strength!"

"Absolute strength?" the blond kid smirked. "A frog in the well don't know about the big world. Today I'll teach you a lesson, and even that isn't absolute strength!"

Hearing that Hunter was further agitated and didn't waste time anymore. The crowd parted as he rushed out towards the blond guy. The newcomer also jumped down from the lamppost to meet him. A new fight begun though Yamato couldn't see any of it as the crowd obscured his view. He decided to move closer to watch but....

The fight was brief. It ended before he could even take a step. The two only exchanged a move before Hunter came flying back the way he came.

The brawler crashed in the middle of the clearing that he had defeated Ronald in just a moment ago. Groaning with a hand on his chest he glared at the blond kid who walked calmly between the space of parted people. Yamato froze when he spotted the long sword the kid was holding.

An Astral weapon!

Some say Astral Weapons are a construct of the soul, some say there are actually remnants of the ancient times, some say they are beings beyond the mortal realm, people cannot begin to understand, which make contracts with chosen fighters and manifest as weapons for their use. Many scholars and martial artists has different theories. But one thing was certain about Astral Weapons, they are very powerful!

The sword the blond kid was holding was silver with glowing orange symbols that shimmered against the blade like little flames, very beautiful. The blond kid hadn't used it just now, but only kicked Hunter away. Yamato didn't need to see it with his eyes to understand.

"You... coward, fighting an unarmed person with an Astral blade!" Hunter shouted in anger. "If you are so brave then drop the blade!"

Hearing that the sandy haired kid laughed. "Is this street code I hear? I didn't even use the blade just now and even if I had why will I care about the opinion of a miserable fools?"

"You... bastard!"

The kid laughed more harder, then he swept his gaze at the gathered Fighters that looked ready to jump at him but were too wary of his weapon to make a move. No one had the courage! "Here's the deal fools, you street fighters always go around like you are the strongest in the world, so know that this is true strength,"

He paused to let everyone take that in before he continued. "So if you know what's good for you, quickly get on your knees and kowtow to me, and I might let you off lightly. If not I don't mind your numbers, I'll beat all of you so badly your mother won't recognize you anymore,"

Hearing this kid's arrogant words the Fighters immediately started cursing at him. "Hey kid don't go too far just because you have an Astral weapon!"

"Yeah damn right! Do you take us for dogs? We'll trample you!"

"You are going to take us all? See how a simple Astral weapon gave you courage! If you didn't have it you would have been killed by now,"

At the curses raining down on him the blond kid just sneered. "You said if I didn't have it? But I have it so scram if you can't fight, cowards,"

Another barrage of curses started again. But the pitiful thing is all these Street Fighters, normally arrogant not fearing any of their peers could only curse, they didn't have the courage to actually fight. Just as the Street Fighters were feeling despair, feeling that they had lost too much face today, a clear voice was heard.

"You think you are the only one with an Astral weapon?"

Everyone turned to the direction the voice came from; the voice was calm yet mocking. Their eyes fell on Yamato.

Yamato let the other Fourth High Fighters check on Ronald, instead he was crouched at the edge of the crowd watching the show. He rose to his feet and dusted his hand, his expression calm, and even arrogant.

None of the people gathered here wondered who this skinny kid with messy black hair was, after all they are people that had followed High School fights for the past few years. He was wearing the uniform of a public school, like many his uniform was old and patched up in a few places, but he wore it regally.

'Yamato Armor', the hottest fighter right now. 'The strongest in the younger generation'.

The whispers naturally didn't escape the sandy haired guy's ears. His eyes brightened. "Are you some big shot here?" He asked.

"You tell me," Yamato smirked clenching his fists.

The mystical metal appeared around his hands like scales. Red, bright and eye catching. The Astral weapon solidified in an instance and Yamato was left with red gauntlets covering both of his hands. This Astral weapon looked plain, with no symbols or halos not as flashy as the blond guy's sword. Yet that didn't change the fact that it was an impressive display of strength.

The crowd gasped and looked at Yamato with awe and fear. Yes most have heard rumors that Yamato Armor had created an Astral weapon but no one in the public has ever seen it besides his few Fourth High friends. Many were sceptical and had thought it was not true, because in their eyes, he was too young for that.

But seeing it with their eyes, they were convinced. Excited murmurs quickly filled the crowd, camera's pointed at Yamato desperate to film something good. Even those that didn't bother recording before quickly took out their phone. The internet will be boiling today!

Yamato didn't mind the crowd though, his eyes were fixed on the sandy haired boy. He stared into the later's bright green eyes seriously. He could tell this kid was strong!

The blond guy smirked. "Now Isn't this exciting? I never knew there's anything good in this backwards place,"

At the side Shandy sighed in resignation seeing that a fight was unavoidable at this point but no one noticed her faint display of emotion. At the side the other Fourth High fighters quickly moved their injured leader out of the way, least he's caught up in the coming fight.

One of the fighters, a close friend of Ronald started slapping his unconscious friend on the face.

'Quickly, quickly wake up boss. Yamato is about to fight with his Astral weapon for the first time. If you don't wake up now and see it with your own two eyes you'll regret it forever!'

He shouted in his mind.