The fourth day of the selection of the first-year students is finally here. 4 fighters, 3 duels, one winner; A question that who is that lucky one? The state of complete excitement is here for hardcore battles for the finals. 

“So, only one spot, the first-year spot is open. Am I correct, Adhira?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Can you read out the list of qualified 9.” 

“Yes sir. The qualified 9: Ferguson Roy, Y2; Mohan Khan, Y3; Faiz Mohammad, Y4; Sundaram Madhu, Y5; Rani Kannak, Y6; Durga Reddy, Y7; Fathima Salim, Y8; Georgia Alberto, Y9; With Isavaka’s declaration that he wants to participate, we had given a chance for Harrison to participate, but he failed to win this year and thus Gururaj Pandit will represent Y10. This is the end of the list sir.” 

“Ok. Then lets finish up with the first years. Inform those 9 to have their seats. If not the position of resect will go to the second achiever respective to their academic year. Finally assemble those 4 in the ground, Adhira. Let the fun begin!” 

After a deep conversation btween the 2 dorm officers, the first battle of the day 4 begun. The first duel of the day: Block A finalists, Kai and Omoi were to battle. Both of them prepared mentally and physically, arrive to the main field. Sorrounding them were hundreds of students who wished to see who is the stongest: Omoi, the Japanese native girl who yielded a gold-tier bow or Kai, an Indian native boy who yielded a gold-tier staff. 

Abdul-da, the Karta of this duel started: 

“I request both the figthers, Omoi Yumi and Kai Sarvodhi to come forward and bow. *both bowing down* I may consider both the fighters are used to the rules and thus avoid repeating the rules. On my signal, start the duel. 3... 2... 1... FIGHT!” 

Kai took the lead and attacked Omoi but she dodged him without even moving from her position. Kai was startled by her impressive flexiblity and balance. When Kai looked back at Omoi, it looked as if she was laughing at his movements. 

Kai was furious but still with anger till his nose, Kai controlled himself and this time patiently waited till Omoi made the first move. Understanding Kai’s intention, Omoi took the lead. She started running circularly around him and suddenly when she was around 2 o’ clock direction, 3 foots away from him, she leapt towards him and hurt him by hitting her elbow to his stomach. 

Blood came out of Kai’s mouth. He fell on his knees but still he pulled himself together and stood on his feet when Omoi kicked him to his face. She said, “You said that you hate rich kids, right? Now I understood, it's because you are weaker than them.” 

Omoi continuously attacked him. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he could not. Isavaka and Sahas were looking at each other's face out of tension. Omoi held his dominant right hand and twisted it in such a rough way that it sounded as if it was broken. Kai cried out of pain and forfeited the match. Isavaka (mounted with Anji) and Sahas ran towards Kai and carried him to the medic room. Kai was drenched with blood all over. 

“Tha... that women-” 

“DON’T SPEAK ANYTHING FUCKER!” 

“He... hey Isavaka... de...defeat tha... that women f... for me. Wi... will you?” 

“I’LL FUCKING DEFEAT HER! *Turning to Kai* AND YOU’LL SEE IT RIGHT BHOSODIKE!!!” 

Leaving him at the medic room, Isavaka turns back leaving Anji and Sahas. 

“Sahas, Anji, tell that fucker that... that his friend will win for him. Also tell that bonehead to come and watch his friend against that bhosodike.”