“Is it time, Adhira?” 

“Yes sir. It is time for the Year 1: Group B finals.” 

“Ok. Call those two.” 

“Yes sir. Check, *in mic* I call Khareem and Isavaka to the main field. I repeat, I call Khareem and Isavaka to the main field.” 

Khareem, a sleek built boy who came this far from the influence of his background was bound to fight blaze fully angry Isavaka. Both the contestants entered the main field. 

Khareem walked to Isavaka and said,” Uh... I advise you to resign this match.” 

Listening this advice, Isavaka with his angry faded voice, he said,” I advise you the same...” 

“Uh... I’m ready to offer you how much ever funds you want... just fucking resign... ok?” 

“NO.” 

The sound of the Karta made them step back. The Karta completed the announcement and gave them the order to start. 

Isavaka slowly started walking towards him. Khareem continued to give him as much cash as he could think of. Still, Isavaka continued walking, he lifted his eyes and gave him a scary glare. His serious face was burning with fire of revenge.  

Khareem was frightened by this look of Isavaka. He slowly turned back and started running away. Isavaka chased him with all of his will and landed a blow of his fist on his back. Khareem’s scream satisfied the damage given from Isavaka which one-shot, the duel. The Karta was shocked by this incident, but he could not say anything. 

“Isavaka Jayanth is the winner of Group B. He is promoted as the representative of Group B, to fight the representative of Group A, Omoi Yumi. The match between the representative will commence tomorrow morning, 10:30 AM. Now dismiss!” 

Isavaka glared at Omoi. He had a feeling of hate towards her. Omoi saw Isavaka glaring at her and walked to her. She lifted her arm and touched his face with her finger with a smirk on her face. She was standing very close to him and whispered, “Friend of a loser. He is nothing but a loser who hates nobles because they are stronger than him. I, Omoi Yumi, daughter of Goto Yumi, the guild master of the Deki Guild, challenge you. If you win, I’ll take my words back and acknowledge that your friend is powerful, but if you lose, you and your friend shall quit Aastrana. Are you ready for the challenge in these terms?” 

“I... I’m ready. Let me beat the fu... fuck out of you, O-m-o-i.” 

The laugh on her face clearly depicts the declaration of a new challenge for Isavaka. He has no other choice but to win. His survival in Aastrana is bound to the victory of the duel between them in the following day.  

Isavaka walks back to the Medic room and meets his mates. Sahas pulls Isavaka aside and he says, “It's bad news. Ka... Kai cannot u... use his-” 

“USE HIS WHAT?!” 

“Use his... use his...” 

“AHHH! Please, Sahas tell me. Tell me what he can’t?!” 

“He can’t use his right hand. It is permanent damage. If he... he wants to continue, he... he shall only... use his... left hand. His right hand will be cut tomorrow. It is such an injury that... mech... mechanical arm can’t be fixed.” 

Eyes wide open listening to this bad news. He rushes towards Kai and holds his left fist and with complete eye contact, he said, “You... You’ll continue right?” 

“I think... it... it is... it is a... it is a no, Isavaka.” 

“WHY?! Why? Why can’t you... *crying* stay with us...” 

“Don’t cry. I... I can’t use a staff with a single hand. Now people shall think *crying* that a gold-tier staff will be used as a cane by a L-O-S-E-R...” 

“NO! If... if I defeat her... tomorrow..., will you stay here?!” 

“I DON’T KNOW, FUCKING! I DON’T KNOW... but remember, I will do my best in yielding a staff with one hand, Isava...*asleep*” 

“You shall...”