Shiro Vs Noble Jowa

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the quiet streets as Shiro stepped outside his home. The air was peaceful, almost too calm for what the day had in store. He stretched his arms, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, "I guess I should warm up and train a little."

With his feet planted firmly on the ground, Shiro began his routine. His punches sliced through the air like blades, and his kicks left shockwaves trailing behind them. He noticed it—just the force of his movements was enough to rattle nearby walls. If he wasn't careful, even a stray punch could destroy a house.

"Damn," he muttered, surprised by his own power.

He tested his flexibility, performing quick spins and precise strikes, his body moving like a seasoned warrior. Though he had no formal training, his instincts were sharp and natural. After a few more minutes of warming up, he felt ready.

Just then, Riku arrived, waving his hand and calling out, "Let's go! I got the time—we need to be there now."

Shiro's eyes lit up. "Yeah! I'm excited as hell!"

Together, they walked to the same arena where Shiro had made history. One of the owner's assistants greeted them and led them to a grand carriage that would take them straight to the palace. Upon arrival, they passed massive gates guarded by elite soldiers. The assistant approached the palace keeper, whispered a few words, and received a nod in return.

"You're allowed to enter," the assistant said. "Inside this palace is a private arena where the noble fighters train. Go there and wait. I'll take my leave now."

Riku nodded. "Thanks."

The guards escorted them through grand marble halls into a large stone arena hidden within the heart of the palace. Shiro and Riku sat down in the viewing area, gazing around at the vast structure. The air here was different—thicker, heavier—like it carried the weight of power and history.

Riku leaned in and said, "You're about to become a noble fighter. And once you are, you'll get the chance to battle noble fighters from other kingdoms too."

Shiro's eyes widened. "Really? So where do noble fighters live?"

"They live right here in the palace. You can choose to stay if you want," Riku replied. "Oh, and one more thing… the King of this kingdom—his name is Lintaro. He's the strongest fighter in the country. Above all nobles. That's how he became king."

"Huh. So he's the main guy, huh?" Shiro smirked.

"I saw him fight once," Riku added. "He's on a completely different level. And by the way, our kingdom is ranked fifth out of seven. That means there are four other kingdoms with fighters stronger than ours."

Just as Riku finished speaking, five powerful figures entered the arena. Each of them radiated a unique aura, and their presence alone made the air feel heavier.

One of them stepped forward and said, "Hey there. So, you're the newbie everyone's been talking about."

Shiro stood up and nodded, smiling. "Yeah. I'm glad to meet you."

Each noble fighter had a distinct personality. One had an energetic, friendly voice. Another looked calm and serious. The rest carried themselves with quiet confidence.

"I'm Jowa," the friendly one said. "And these are my fellow nobles—Liro, Kyusu, Ken, and Saki."

Riku greeted them politely. "We're honored to meet you."

Jowa smiled. "So, you're here to duel one of us, huh? Who's it going to be?"

Shiro hesitated, unsure. But Riku nudged him and said, "Jowa, you're the strongest noble, right?"

Jowa laughed. "There's no 'strongest' among us. We all have different styles."

Liro, the serious one, cut in. "Don't waste time. Just fight already."

Jowa chuckled. "Don't mind him. He's always like that."

"It's fine," Riku said calmly.

Jowa turned to Shiro. "So, ready to fight now?"

Shiro nodded. "I'm here for one reason."

In a blink, Jowa appeared in the center of the arena. His speed was so intense it looked like he had teleported. Shiro followed, just as fast, landing across from him.

The remaining nobles and Riku took their seats to watch. Ken leaned forward and said, "Did you feel his aura? He's something else."

Saki added, "Yeah. I want to see him in action with my own eyes."

Jowa grinned. "Ready?"

Shiro's eyes gleamed. "Yes."

Kyusu, seated above them, called out, "Begin the match!"

Without wasting a second, Shiro dashed forward. Jowa blocked the first strike with ease and countered with a powerful kick. Shiro caught the kick with both hands and pushed off, gaining distance.

"I see," Jowa said, impressed. "The rumors about you were true."

"Same goes for you," Shiro replied, his voice steady.

Jowa smiled. "Let's not hold back. Strong fighters like us shouldn't waste time playing safe."

"If you say so," Shiro said, and in a flash, he vanished.

Both fighters now moved at blinding speed, exchanging blows so fast they were invisible to the untrained eye. Each strike they dodged, each counter they landed, felt like a clash of titans.

From the stands, Riku could barely keep up. "I can't even see them…"

Ken crossed his arms. "You see that, Kyusu? He's matching Jowa."

Kyusu nodded. "Impressive. But we don't know everything yet. Jowa still hasn't used his strongest attacks."

Saki chimed in. "And neither has the other guy."

"You're not wrong," Kyusu admitted.

Ken turned to Riku. "Where'd you find this guy?"

Riku scratched his head. "Actually… I found him in the streets. I noticed something strange in his aura, so I asked him to come with me. He didn't even know how strong he was."

Everyone looked at Riku, stunned.

"Wait… You mean he never trained?" Saki asked.

"Something like that," Riku replied. "It's been only few days since I met him… and now we're here."

The nobles were shocked.

"To be that strong without knowing… What kind of monster is he?"

Riku stood up and looked toward the others. "Yeah… There's something about him we don't know. This has never happened before."

Liro, the serious one, crossed his arms. "This guy is not normal. I'm telling you."

Kyusu nodded. "You're right. His aura… it's different from any fighter I've ever felt."

Back on the battlefield, Shiro and Jowa jumped back, both panting but still holding their ground.

Shiro took a deep breath. "This is never going to end like this."

Jowa smiled, wiping a little blood from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I guess we're equal… but how about we stop holding back now? Let's go full strength."

Shiro nodded without hesitation. "Let's do it."

In a flash, they charged at each other. Their fists met in the center with such force that the air cracked. The sheer pressure from their punches was enough to shake the arena. Both hits landed directly on their faces—equal strength, equal speed.

Both were knocked back.

And both collapsed.

A complete draw.

The other nobles stood up in shock.

"He's on the same level as Jowa… that proves it," Kyusu said, eyes wide.

Jowa got up slowly, laughing. "A tie, huh? Someone like you… we haven't seen anyone like this in decades."

He looked over at Shiro. "Are you ready to meet the king?"

Shiro stood up and scratched the back of his head, grinning. "Yeah… so I'm a noble fighter now?"

Jowa chuckled. "Sort of. Not officially yet. The king is the one who names noble fighters. He'll decide."

Riku ran up to Shiro, his eyes shining. "You did it! I knew you would!"

Shiro gave a small smile. "I guess I did…"

The other nobles joined them on the field. Ken stepped forward, his eyes sharp.

"Who are you exactly? You've never trained… So how is this strength even possible?"

Shiro shrugged. "Honestly, I'd like to know myself."

Jowa blinked. "Wait—you've never trained? Is that true?"

Riku nodded. "Yeah, it's true."

Jowa stared at Shiro in disbelief. "This is… rare. No, this is unheard of.

Without wasting time, they all headed into the palace. The atmosphere inside was calm, but everyone could feel something big was coming. After a few minutes, the heavy doors of the throne room opened.

And the King has appeared.

King Lintaro, the strongest individual in the kingdom, entered with a presence that made the entire room feel heavy.

Shiro and Riku had never met him before, but the moment they saw him, they could feel it—his aura was overwhelming.

Lintaro walked up to them. His voice was deep and calm. "Jowa… who is this boy?"

Jowa stepped forward. "He's strong, Your Majesty. Stronger than anyone we've met in a long time."

Lintaro looked at Shiro, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "I can see that. His aura is completely different. It's nothing like the others I've seen."

Jowa nodded. "He drew in a fight with me. And he's never trained."

Lintaro's eyes widened slightly with surprise. "Never trained… and yet this strong?"

He looked at Shiro again. "Do you want to become a fighter of this country?"

Shiro stood tall. "Yeah. I don't really have anything else to do."

Lintaro smiled slightly. "Then I would like to test your strength myself."

Shiro didn't back down. "I'd be glad to fight you."

Lintaro nodded. "From this moment, you are a noble fighter of this kingdom. You may live in the castle with your friend here."

He turned to the others. "I will officially announce him as the sixth noble fighter. But first—let's fight."

He looked at Shiro. "Meet me on the royal grounds in ten minutes."

The nobles, Shiro, and Riku left the throne room and began heading toward the training ground.

Jowa walked beside Shiro, grinning. "You're really gonna fight the king. Hahaha."

Liro shook his head. "He can't even touch him."

Ken added, "We know you're different, Shiro… but Lintaro is on another level. He can beat all five of us nobles at once."

Shiro looked a little surprised. "He's that strong?"

Riku nodded. "Yeah… they're not wrong. Lintaro is the strongest fighter in this kingdom."

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ground.

Lintaro was already waiting.

 "Shiro, come to the center."

Shiro walked forward calmly.

Jowa raised his hand. "Are you both ready?"

Lintaro nodded.

Jowa shouted:

"Begin!"