They clashed again. This time, faster. Sharper. Each blow from Kaito was an iron fist, a battering wave of power meant to break Ash's defenses. Ash, however, wasn't just reacting anymore. He was adapting, adjusting, refining his attacks mid-strike. His body was learning as it moved, the skills of the dojo now second nature.
Sweat streamed down their faces, their breathing ragged. Bruises were forming. But neither of them backed down.
Ash wasn't thinking anymore. He had stopped analyzing, stopped anticipating. He just moved. His body was a weapon, responding to the world without hesitation.
Kaito launched a feint—a jab to Ash's ribs, followed by a sweeping strike. But Ash didn't fall for it. Instead, he pivoted mid-motion, stepping into Kaito's range with terrifying speed.
Before Kaito could react, Ash used the Void Counter—redirecting Kaito's momentum against him. The move was seamless, perfect.
For the first time, Kaito stumbled back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Kaito rubbed his jaw where Ash's fist had narrowly grazed him, his grin growing wider. "Heh. You're getting there."
Ash cracked his neck, steadying his breath. "I already arrived."
Kaito's grin deepened, and his eyes sparked with renewed fire. "Then prove it."
They moved again, the fight far from over. Each moment was an escalation, a deeper test of will, skill, and understanding.
A DESPERATE PLEA
Just as Ash reached for his towel, the dojo doors slid open. A figure stumbled in—a Kaisho clan member, one of Kaito's own. His face was pale, his breath ragged, a look of panic in his eyes.
Kaito's expression immediately shifted, the playfulness gone. "What is it?"
The man dropped to his knees, gasping for air. His voice trembled as he spoke. "My lord… your daughter… has been taken."
Ash froze, his heart skipping a beat. Kaito had a daughter? He had never mentioned it before.
The room fell into silence, the weight of the words sinking in. Kaito's fists clenched, his body rigid with tension.
Ash's gaze sharpened. There was a sense of finality in the air. The fight had just ended, but another war was about to begin.
The calm that Kaito had carried into the dojo vanished, replaced by a cold determination. His eyes, once filled with playful challenge, were now clouded with something darker, something more dangerous.
The real battle was only beginning.