I aimed for a punch at his center, he countered by grabbing my wrist and throwing forward. Knocked hard on saturated floor I nearly crumbled for a moment. "That really hurt," I took in a few breaths and regained my balance. "I'll get you back for that one!" I shouted, but not in rage. He smirked in confidence, "I expect no less from you."
He rushed in with a left hook to my jaw. It was a well aimed hit, and it sure didn't feel enjoyable. I spat out a small bit of blood, wiping my chin after. I reciprocated an assault towards him, letting loose a power I, as a rule, chose not to. It was obvious I was losing, and that was one thing I hated. Ironic for someone who doesn't try hard, try as I might I can't hide my pride.
I unleashed forth a flurry of wind sickles, cleaving the cement and steel asunder. Sato turned the state of the floor more solid to rip up and use as a shield. This proved successful, but was still very much rended into pieces. It was safe to say that was unexpected, but it proves he had improved his reaction time.
Sato then did something I'd not seen, he grabbed the floor he used as a protectant, rendering it consistent to that of paper. He then flung metal sheets at me as glaves. I responded by creating dual aero-blades, cutting them in half, one by one. After the onslaught I followed suit with a combined rush a kick to his legs, and a cut to his arms.
I was able to knock him down, being he was unable to fortify his legs to counter the kick while liquefying his coat to prevent slashes. I saw this battle won, pointing a spiraling air-accelerated hand at my comrade. He accepted defeat, even though I knew he could have gone on much longer.
"Alright, sheesh, you win, you win," Sato held his head down in surrender. I let out a deep sigh, "Why give up so easily?" I puzzled the question at him while turning away from his sight. "A wise warrior knows when he is truly outmatched, and aye you were indeed Aru."
He was modest, but was also right in a way. I may lack ranking in this city, but that is of my choice, not thereof or lack in skill. I could, by choosing, easily make my standing as a level four, possibly even five. I refuse to take tests of my power, only showing very basic skill level. I'm reluctant even to fight Sato, but through his words I've found strength to at least maintain the power level I have, as to counter it dwindling should it ever.
However, I lost that right to soar in the sky when I had torn off the wings of another. Never again will I use my ability for selfish gain and recognition. I swore to not abuse the gift I was given, when I took the gift of one unwilling. Never a day has gone by when I don't think about what I've done, what I made her into.
Sato and I left the site after he made his repairs. We lived on opposite directions so after the main road we made or division. I began walking to my apartment, the twilight over taking the horizon. It was something else, it may be just iridescent, but I enjoyed the setting and rising of the sun. Call me cliché, but it's relaxing.
I made my way into the convenient store near my apartment. The fluorescent lightning giving disgrace to the sunset. I walked over to the section of manga and sifted through it. Finding nothing I liked I walked over to the section of fridges and pulled out a container of strawberry milk. I paid for it and exited the store. I unscrewed the top and took a small drink.
"Ahh, gotta love strawberry milk. Definitely my favorite drink." I was very seldom zealous over anything, but this stuff was just to good. I've always loved it, ever since I was a child in fact. Call it immature, but it was something I liked. Better than raving over a collection of frogs, now that's childish!
I walked up the stairs of my complex and unlocked the door. It was dark and lonesome, which I was reminded of each time I returned to my residence. I changed out of my work clothes and into more relaxing attire. It's not that I enjoyed being alone, in fact I abhorred the thought. It was depressing, tacked on with the fact that I hated being alone. I chose to live this way, out of spite I suppose, to myself. I didn't believe that I deserved anyone's company, not after the things I'd done.
I lied in my bed, looked at the ceiling, at nothing. I held my arm over my eyes, that was something of a habit for myself, though I don't know why. I began to drift into sleep, waking in random intervals. It was hot, far more than I'd like it to be. I switched on the fan that rest near my desk and crawled back into my bed.
"Maybe now I can get some sleep."