I remember my first martial arts tournament. My father informed me of it, so trained me harder than usual. I had to go through rigorous training, but it was worth it. Many fighters from all around the world signed up for the tournament, young, old, big and small. I'd say I am the youngest. We all had to go through the preliminary rounds, then the first, second, third and the final round. Whoever wins the last round will be awarded five million yen. I won all of my matches, but throughout the tournament, one fighter caught my attention. The fighter was my age and female, who called herself the Scarlet Thorn. She was the only female that signed up. She won all of her battle fairly using pure martial arts and intelligence without any kind of trickery. For the final round, my opponent was her, Scarlet Thorn. Our eyes were locked in a fierce glare down; her big purple eyes against my lavender ones. I could see her huge battle aura surrounding her athletic fit body. She got in her defense stance. Her feet were vertical from one another, while her hands were balled up into fists and protecting her face. Her pose was strong and perfect. I also got into my stance, my right hand tightly grasping the sword which was sheathed to my back. There was a moment of silence where only the whistling of the wind that whipped through was heard. Scarlet's curly violet hair, short, black skirt and my light purple hair blew along with the wind. Our eyes never left each other. The referee started our match with a "Fight!" and quickly backed away from the arena. I decided to make the first move. I aimed a left punch at her. She blocked it with her left arm, held on to it tightly and used my arm to lift her body up to kick me in the face. Her attack pushed me backwards. I closed my eyes for a split and opened them to see her charging at me. She threw a right punch first, then a left, with each speed getting faster than the other. I kept backing up, dodging each of her punches. She then sneaked in a lower twirl kick with her right leg. I jumped above her kick and did a high twirl kick in her face. Now it was her turn to be pushed backwards. She glared at me when she opened her eyes. I gave her a slight smirk.
"That's payback for bruising my face with the first move." I told her.
She closed her eyes again and concentrated as if she was channeling the Ki within her. She stood in a different stance this time. She knelt down, feet vertical one another. She pulled her left hand back and against her right. She started mumbling something like "Kamehameha", but very slowly like "Ka-me-ha-me-ha". A white orb of light emerged from the palm of both of her hands. When she yelled "Ha!" the orb of light shot out of her palm and aimed at my chest. It struck me and sent me flying backwards. My head landed on the edge of the arena. I cried out as my head roughly impacted the ground. I slowly got up and rubbed my back of my head. I didn't have any time to recover, before Scarlet made another move. She did a front flip with both of her legs kicking in my stomach and face, pushing me out of the ring and against a far off tree. I tightly grasped the tree behind me, balanced myself on its trunk and pushed off as hard as I could and flew back into the ring without actually touching the ground. I flew towards Scarlet, striking her with a very powerful kick in the stomach. She was sent backwards. Her back hit the wall roughly. She cried as she coughed out blood, before falling to the ground.
"A ring out!" yelled the referee.
"The winner of this year's Martial Arts Tournament is Trunks!"
He grabbed my arm and lifted it high in the air. I rubbed the back of my head and slightly laughed as the crowd cheered. Scarlet got back up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and walked up towards me. She held out her hand and smiled at me.
"Nice match Trunks. You did great."
I took her hand and shook it.
"You did too. I watched you all throughout your match. You were amazing."
I saw her cheeks lightly flush.
"Thank you."
She let go of my hand and started to walk away.
"Wait! What's your name?" I asked her.
"My name is Rose."
After she said that, she disappeared. My parents ran up to me. My mother hugged me tightly, while my father smirked at me. Later that night, we enjoyed the award money and used it for buying more advanced technology for the lab. My mother and her family are scientists.