Teshii vs Tribe Member

A New Challenger

The moment Haruto's fight ended, another tribe warrior stepped forward.

He was taller, lean but strong, his arms marked with deep green tribal tattoos, his stance firm.

More importantly—he held a naginata, a long wooden staff with a curved blade at the end.

Hikaru immediately narrowed his eyes. That's not just a staff—that's a damn polearm.

The warrior pointed his weapon directly at Teshii.

"You. Fight me."

Teshii blinked. "Wait—me?"

The warrior nodded. "I do not trust you."

Teshii sighed dramatically. "Oh, great. The 'We Hate Teshii Club' is growing."

Haruto smirked. "Considering how you act, I'm not surprised."

Hikaru crossed his arms. "You did say half the tribe wants to kill you."

Teshii scowled. "I was joking."

Hikaru raised an eyebrow. "Were you?"

Teshii muttered under his breath before turning back to the warrior. "Okay, cool, fine, let's do this."

The Fight Begins

The moment the fight started, the tribe warrior lunged first, his naginata slicing through the air.

Teshii's eyes sharpened, his usual playfulness disappearing.

Fast.

The blade sliced downward, but Teshii didn't block it.

Instead—

He twisted his body, spinning to the side in an impossibly fluid motion, completely avoiding the strike.

Hikaru blinked.

That wasn't normal.

The tribe warrior didn't stop—he followed up with another horizontal slash, aiming straight for Teshii's ribs.

Again—Teshii didn't block.

Instead, he leaned backward, his entire body bending like he had no bones, letting the blade pass right over him before flipping backward to regain his stance.

Haruto narrowed his eyes. "His movements… they're different."

Hikaru nodded slowly. "Yeah… this isn't how he fought against Smokewraith or the Blood Mage."

Because right now—Teshii wasn't fighting like a normal martial artist.

His style was different. More fluid. More unpredictable.

It almost looked like—

Capoeira.

Teshii's Unorthodox Style

The warrior rushed forward again, but Teshii was already moving—

This time, he spun on one hand, his body twisting in the air as his legs shot out like whips.

BAM!

His heel struck the warrior's ribs, knocking him back.

Before the warrior could recover, Teshii flipped backward, landing in a low crouch, one hand on the ground, the other raised casually.

Hikaru felt his breath hitch.

"Teshii's fighting like… a dancer."

Haruto's expression was unreadable. "It's Capoeira."

Mei, watching from the sidelines, tilted her head. "Capoeira?"

Haruto frowned. "It's a Brazilian martial art. It's fast, unpredictable, and has a lot of spinning and acrobatic kicks."

Mei blinked. "That… doesn't sound like Teshii's usual style."

Hikaru nodded. "It's not."

Because Teshii—who usually fought with brute force, speed, and overwhelming aggression—was now moving like water.

His rhythm was different.

Instead of fighting head-on, he was flowing—dodging, twisting, spinning, using every inch of his body as a weapon.

And it was working.

Ending the Fight

The warrior growled, gripping his naginata tightly. "Stop dodging!"

Teshii smirked. "But dodging is fun."

The warrior swung again, aiming for Teshii's legs this time—

But Teshii jumped, flipping into a mid-air spin, completely avoiding the attack.

And as he came back down—

His foot slammed against the warrior's jaw.

CRACK!

The warrior's eyes widened as he collapsed backward, his weapon flying from his grip.

He hit the ground hard, groaning in pain.

Teshii landed gracefully, rolling his shoulders.

"And that's game."

Acknowledgment

The tribe warrior sat up slowly, rubbing his jaw. He looked at Teshii, his expression unreadable.

Then, to everyone's surprise—he nodded.

"You are… better than I thought."

Teshii grinned. "I get that a lot."

Moriya, still observing, narrowed his eyes slightly. "You fought differently this time."

Teshii smirked. "Gotta keep things interesting."

Hikaru and Haruto exchanged glances.

This fight just confirmed something suspicious.

Teshii knew too many styles.

And each time he fought, he used a different one.

Meaning—

He wasn't just some guy who liked fighting.

Teshii was trained.

But by who?

Meanwhile…

In the shadows of the forest, just out of sight, a figure teleported in and out of existence, watching from a distance.

Shifter smirked.

"So… these are the Elemental Warriors, huh?"

His gaze flickered to Teshii.

"Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here."

Then, in an instant—

He vanished.