Traia Land of Corruption and Conflict

Bai stands in front of several screens looking over all of them, Sasir standing behind her. "Weapon G-U-4 would be too easy for you to train against. Maybe weapon U-D-5 would be good as it is a style of fighting that may work well to learn," Bai continues looking from screen to screen before looking at a camera feed of an arena where an armored fighter boxes her opponent she's bloodied from her fights but doesn't seem tired at all. "Ah yes weapon M-F-2. A weapon of the same rank as yourself. While weapon T-S-3 is a lower rank then yourself she hasn't seen as much combat so she may be better then her rank shows."

Sasir looks away knowing what his assignment is to be. "Can't you send someone else. Wouldn't a weapon like J-B-1 easily handle this?" 

Bai turns and looks at Sasir with anger in her eyes. "It was your failure that caused weapon T-S-3 to go rogue. So it is you who must handle it. You failed the T family and will handle your family's affairs," she turns back to the screen pressing a button so she can speak to M-F-2. "Weapon M-F-2 you are to be assigned training with weapon T-S-2 to help prepare him for his new mission." As Bai finishes talking the screen shows the woman quickly knocking her opponent out and leaving the arena. Bai turns to Sasir and rests her hand on his shoulder. "I expect you to right your wrong. Meet M-F-2 at the local fight club," with that she leaves without another word.

Hours later Sasir enters the fight club hearing the sound of punches being landed and cheers sounding around the club. A woman approaches him grabbing his wrist and silently leading him into a private room. "So you are weapon T-S-2, the one who apparently stained the T family reputation. You look like a good fighter, it'll be fun training with you," the woman laughs to herself before pushing a glass towards Sasir. "Names Shao, rank two fist type weapon of the M family."

"My name is Sasir, rank 2 sword type weapon of the T family," Sasir talks quietly, looking at Shao. "What is our training going to be like?"

"Well since you asked we are going to be fighting on the main stage here. No weapons though, Bai told me that we should test your ability to fight without a weapon," Shao stands up and opens the door gesturing for Sasir to exit first. "After you."

Sasir exits and Shao leads him to the main stage. After the two of them enter the arena the sounds of punches and cheers goes silent and the people begin to gather around the main stage. "Are we all ready for the fight of the decade? Two weapons have come to clash here in our humble club," a commentator begins to shout as the rest of the people gather around and begin to cheer for Shao, a select few cheering for Sasir. "Our champion weapon M-F-2 will be facing the disgraced weapon T-S-2 in hand to hand combat!"

"Forgot to mention that I'm a legend here and that I got a reputation to uphold," Shao takes her fighting stance as the commentator begins a countdown. "Good luck kiddo."

A loud bell rings and cheers and shouts ring out throughout the club as Shao begins to run at Sasir. "Oh a strong hit from M-F-2 straight to the gut." Sasir staggers backwards quickly regaining composure blocking the following strikes. Shao backs off for a second and Sasir uses this opening striking Shao's chest, and following with a quick jab to the head.

"Not bad for a sword weapon," Shao taunts Sasir as he continues to strike her. Seeing the smallest opening Shao begins to grapple onto Sasir walking him into the wall. The sound of the people cheering directly behind the wall fills Sasir senses and Shao throws punches keeping him locked against the wall. Sasir begins to block and dodge as much as he can. After missing many openings eventually there is one big enough for him to capitalize off of hitting Shao in the jaw causing her nose to bleed. "Well you managed to draw blood, this is getting interesting." Sasir, bloodied from the repeated strikes, stands breathing heavily as he gets ready to attack."It is always lovely when my blood is involved. Really matches my hair, you know."

"T-S-2 has drawn blood from M-F-2 this is turning out to be a truly amazing brawl," the crowd continues to shout and cheer. Sasir stands breathing heavily as blood runs down his face. Shao is making small hops as she catches her breath, blood dripping from her nose. A bell rings as Shao begins to run towards Sasir. 

At the sound of the bell Shao stops quickly being in Sasir's face. "What a lovely first round. You have five minutes to rest and prepare for the next round," Shao turns away, walking to the opposite corner. She grabs a bottle of water, tossing it to Sasir as she grabs one for herself. "Don't wear yourself out already."

Sasir catches the water bottle quickly drinking it all. "What in the hells are they using you for?" Sasir breathes heavily and he catches his breath.

"I'm a specialist in dealing with unwanted gangs and do good at keeping the syndicates in check," Shao wipes her face some before laughing to herself. "You know, even some rank one weapons and ones from the A family can't even make me bleed. I'm surprised a rank two of a disgraced family managed this much." As Shao finishes talking a scoreboard lights up showing 29 points Shao's way and 28 points Sasir's way. "Oh bullshit! Just cause he got me bleeding ain't mean he deserves to keep up with me."

The bell rings once again. "Let the second round begin and let the fight continue." Without hesitation Shao is in Sasir's face. Sasir is forced to act defensively as jabs and hooks are thrown at him. Between each strike he desperately looks for an opening. After a strong hit to his side followed by him dodging a follow up punch he finally starts to get hits in. "M-F-2 is truly a beast in this arena."

They continue to trade blows back and forth. "Hells you really are one of the prodigies ain't yuh," Shao remarks at Sasir's strength. Their fists collide as they both throw punches. Shao uppercuts Sasir, knocking him out for a bit. As he opens his eyes after a few seconds he sees Shao leaning against the wall of the arena. She points at the scoreboard now showing 59 points for Shao and 52 Sasir's way. "Oh yeah for the final round you're allowed to use your weapon. Except of course no guns."

Sasir's sword and dagger are tossed into the arena. Sasir walks over grabbing both of them. "It's ok if I cut you?"

Shao laughs in response. "Why of course, you should know the strength of our armor along with how easily the machinery in us is replaced or simply repairs itself."

"Let the final round begin!" the announcer shouts as the bell rings to start the final round. Shao charges at Sasir, still unarmed. Sasir throws his dagger at Shao impaling her shoulder. As Shao reaches him he grabs the dagger embedded in her shoulder and jumps over her while dragging the dagger with his movements. Shao quickly elbows Sasir causing him to let go of the dagger. Shao rips the dagger out of her shoulder and tosses it away from the two of them.

"You fight real smart for a simple sword weapon." Sasir wields his blade with grace as he runs at Shao who stands ready to fend off his attacks with grace. As the blade is swung Shao uses the palm of her hands to redirect the attacks away or into the ground but Sasir is unyielding swinging with passion and aggression even after each redirected attack. Shao, seeing an opening, lands a punch to Sasir's gut pushing him back. 

"And you fight well for fist weapon. Most are just blunt fighters without any thoughts," with those words Shao and Sasir charge each other Shao landing punches as Sasir slashes and stabs Shao. Both of them begin to grow worn out as the extended fight wears them down. 

Sasir rams the pommel of his sword into Shao's face, knocking stumbling back before he swings precise and fast, landing a devastating cut to Shao's arm. With that the bell is rung one last time. "Serious wound inflicted victory goes to T-S-2!" Shao applies a liquid to the cut causing machinery to go to work quickly closing the wound as if nothing had happened.

"I'll be damned. First weapon to actually beat me," Shao walks to Sasir holding out her hand. Sasir shakes her hand as the crowd begins to erupt in cheers.

"That can't be true. You've said you fought rank ones before." Sasir's face is puzzled as to how a rank two could've beaten a rank one.

Shao laughs and takes a step back towards the exit of the arena. "Well even the final round is timed so I simply wait it out as even a rank one can be predictable, well actually very predictable," Shao exits the arena and Sasir follows closing behind. She leads him to the same private room they entered when he first arrived. "You see most weapons who reach rank one stop getting deployed and grow stagnant and don't really see combat outside of training. Thus making it easier to figure out how to abuse their fighting style as training can only do so much."

"Why are you still rank two then if you are able to beat rank ones?" Sasir sits down on the couch in the room. "Wouldn't beating a rank one cause you to become a rank one that's how I became a rank three and then a rank two."

Shao's face is serious with a hint of anger on it. "I don't blame you for not knowing. But you are one of two prodigy children. Bai and the others members of the head treat each year's prodigy children more leniently than us regular weapons," Shao sits down across from Sasir watching his face change and react. "I bet if you would've beat that elf that came and destroyed our shit along with stea-"

"Don't mention what was stolen," Sasir looks away, his face darkening.

"I'm not here to treat you like the head does. You got the other prodigy taken from us. Hell this year we only got two you and your sister! From the fuckin T family fuckin hell. Why'd I have to be the one to tr-"

Mid sentence Sasir shoves his blade into Shao's mouth. "Shut the hell up," Sasir pulls his blade out from Shao's mouth and pushes her to the side. "You'll be fine. After all like you said, weapons can be easily fixed up and have their machinery replaced," Sasir leaves the room leaving the door open as he walks to the exit of the fight club. Members of the crowd who watched the fight stare into the room looking at Shao slumped on the floor.