Chapter 10: CHAPTER-10(THE SPLIT OF WILL)
The room felt like it was closing in on him, its walls pressing inward with every passing moment. The oppressive weight of the fluorescent lights above flickered, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear, a mixture that clung to the skin like a second layer. Every breath felt like an effort, each inhale carrying the sharp tang of impending pain.
Ishigo wiped his forehead, the sting of the salt mixing with the cold sweat that clung to his temples. His heart raced, but not from exertion. The weight of the moment, of what was to come, was sinking in. He was about to fight Reika again, but this time, it would be different. There would be no rules, no breaks, no moments to rest. This fight would test everything he had—his body, his mind, and his soul.
"Remember, Ishigo," Reika's voice sliced through the tension, her eyes narrowing as she readied herself, "this is about more than just speed and strength. It's about your will to keep going. You'll be tested to your absolute limits. Don't falter. Don't even think about it."
Ishigo nodded, but his gut twisted. He was ready, but he wasn't sure if his body would be able to keep up with his determination. Reika was a beast. Everything about her screamed power and control. He had seen her fight, had felt the sheer force of her blows, and it haunted him. She was untouchable. But he couldn't back down now. Not after everything he had fought for.
The trainer's voice boomed from the corner, cold and emotionless, as always. "Fight. But you will maintain a split stance. Fail to do so, or show weakness, and you lose."
A split stance? Ishigo's body screamed in protest. His legs were already on fire from the endless hours of previous training. But he had no choice. There was no turning back. With a deep breath, he slid into the position, his legs spreading wide and low, hips hovering above the ground. Every muscle screamed in protest, every fiber of his being screamed to stop, but he held firm. Sweat trickled down his brow, stinging his eyes. His body quivered, but he wasn't about to show it. Not in front of her.
Reika wasted no time. Her body dropped effortlessly into a split, a picture of effortless precision and strength. She didn't even flinch. Her eyes met his, cold and unwavering, like she had already decided the outcome of this fight.
"You ready?" Reika's voice was like ice, but there was an edge of something darker underneath, something predatory. She wasn't just fighting to win; she was fighting to break him.
Ishigo's chest tightened, his breath catching in his throat. But he couldn't back down. He wouldn't. "Ready."
The battle began in an instant.
Reika moved with the speed of a striking serpent. Her leg shot out like a whip, aimed for his ribs. Ishigo barely managed to twist his torso, the edge of her foot grazing the side of his chest, sending a jolt of pain through his already exhausted body. His breath hitched, but he gritted his teeth. This wasn't the time to think about the pain.
He swung his arm forward in retaliation, his fist aimed at her head. But Reika was faster. She ducked under his strike and surged forward, her own fist coming down hard on his shoulder. The blow landed with the force of a sledgehammer, and Ishigo stumbled, his vision momentarily blurring from the impact. His shoulder screamed in agony, his legs buckling under him as he fought to stay upright.
"You're slow," Reika taunted, her voice a low growl. "Keep up, Ishigo. You're not even trying."
He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in to the pain. She was right—he was slow, slower than he'd ever been in his life. But he couldn't give up. He couldn't let her win. Not now.
He forced his legs to push him back into the fight, his body trembling from exhaustion, his mind screaming for him to stop. His muscles burned with every movement, every action, but he fought through it. He had no choice.
Reika struck again. This time, she aimed for his legs, a brutal, low kick that sent a shock of pain through his thigh. His body trembled from the force, and his legs threatened to give way. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his vision swam with the weight of the pain. He had never felt anything like this before, a pain so deep it threatened to tear him apart.
"Fight!" Reika's voice was harsh, demanding. "Fight with everything you have. Don't you dare back down!"
Ishigo's world narrowed to just him and her, to the agonizing pressure in his limbs, the screaming in his head, and the coldness in her eyes. He refused to look away, to let her see his weakness. He fought through the pain, pushing his body to its absolute limits. His hands moved like they had a life of their own, striking, blocking, dodging, all while his body screamed for release. But there was no release. Not yet.
The fight raged on, each strike, each blow, sending waves of agony through his body. The air was thick with sweat, the sounds of flesh against flesh, the grunts of pain filling the room like an orchestra of suffering. Ishigo's heart pounded in his chest, his lungs burning with every breath. His body was shaking, the strain of the split stance becoming unbearable. Every muscle screamed at him to stop, to give up, but he refused. He wouldn't let her see him fall. Not when he had come this far.
Finally, a mistake—a slip in his concentration—Reika saw it in an instant. She was on him before he could even react, her leg slamming into his side with brutal force. The impact sent him crashing to the floor, the breath knocked from his lungs. His vision swam, and for a moment, everything went black.
But then, a spark of determination, of sheer will, flared inside him. He gasped, forcing himself to push through the haze of pain, pushing his arms into the floor as if to lift the weight of his body from the abyss. He could hear Reika's breath, harsh and steady, but she wasn't finished. He wasn't finished.
With a strangled grunt, Ishigo pushed himself back into the split, his body trembling, his heart racing. He wasn't going to lose. Not to her.
"I'm not done," he rasped, the words bitter on his tongue, but he said them with a force that surprised even him.
Reika paused for a split second, her eyes narrowing in something that wasn't quite a smile but wasn't entirely cold either. A flicker of something akin to respect—or was it amusement?—passed through her gaze.
"You've got spirit," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you'll need more than that."
The seconds stretched on, longer than he could count. Ishigo's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of war. Every muscle in his body screamed in agony, every joint felt like it was on the verge of collapse, but still, he fought. He would not stop. He would not fall.
The trainer's voice echoed through the room like a final death knell, its sharpness cutting through the tension that hung thick in the air.
"Enough."
The world seemed to stop as both of them froze. Ishigo's legs burned, his entire body on the verge of crumpling beneath him, but he stood tall, refusing to give in. Reika's eyes met his, and for the first time in this fight, there was something softer there. Not pity, not mockery, but something like acknowledgment. Something like respect.
The trainer looked them both over, his eyes unreadable, and for a moment, it felt like he might speak again. But instead, he simply nodded.
"You both passed. But remember," he said, his voice like a whip, "this is only the beginning. The real trials start now."
Ishigo's body trembled, his muscles raw and aching, but something had changed in him. His mind was clearer, sharper, his determination burning hotter than ever before. He hadn't just endured the pain—he had embraced it, used it as fuel. And now, he was ready for whatever came next.
Reika stood beside him, her expression unreadable, but there was a glint in her eyes that told him everything.
They had survived. But the true battle was just beginning.