Battle on the School Grounds Under the blazing sun, the schoolyard buzzed with energy—all eyes were drawn to the two ready for battle: You, a shadowy figure with intense focus and agility, and Opponent, who looked less like a warrior and more like a kid trying to fit in at lunch. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. “Listen up, softy!” You called out, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You think you can play with the big boys while hiding behind your silly powers?” He cracked his knuckles, eyes darting with excitement. “I’ve fought bigger shadows than you.” Opponent shifted nervously, glancing at the crowd. “I don’t want to fight,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can’t we just—” But You wasn’t having any of it. The air was electric with enthusiasm from the onlookers, and no one was backing down. “Too late for that, gravity boy! Let’s see what you can do when I’m coming at you like a storm!” With that, You lunged forward, his speed making him a blur. He dodged the imaginary bullets of potential danger in his mind, calculating each move before it unraveled. The adrenaline surged in his veins, his instincts sharpening. Opponent wasn’t entirely oblivious; his gloves absorbed the energy around him. “I really don’t want to—” But it was too late. You was already in his face, darting around like a wild beast. With a swift feint and lightning reflexes, You struck, aiming directly at Opponent’s side, but the grip of Opponent's abilities yanked the ground beneath him, shifting the terrain. “Gravity’s not on your side!” he leaned forward, trying to catch You off-guard. But You didn’t flinch. He was on a whole different level, sidestepping the gravitational pull with agility that most could only dream of. “Is that all you got?” he taunted, ready to unleash his lethal skill set. “You’re basically throwing my way some kid’s playground nonsense!” “Stop! I really don’t want to!” Opponent pleaded, but deep down, he was feeling the pressure of the crowd. His magic energy twitched beneath the surface, but he held it back. His brother Cinn’s words echoed in his mind: “Stay away from fights, Gen. Use your head.” “Make your move, kid!” You shouted. “Or I’m going straight for the win!” Finally, the adrenaline reached the boiling point. In a split second, You was in his “second phase”—his stats skyrocketed. Suddenly, You was a force to reckon with, every move calculated, and speed on another level. “Don’t blink or you’ll miss your chance!” He sliced through the air, aiming perfectly for an opening. In desperation, Opponent tried to use his gravity-control ability to little effect—with You’s speed, it was truly futile. “I… cannot… lose!” You pounced with the ferocity of a lion, and with one final blow, he closed in, landing a pivotal hit that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Winner: You You owned that battleground. His honed skills, speed, and ability to adapt in the face of tension created a whirlwind of pressure that left Opponent struggling to keep up. While Opponent had a formidable power, he lacked the experience and will to engage fully in the brawl. In the tough world of combat, You’s training and raw rage won this time—the true essence of dominance forged in the fires of conflict.