THE TRIALS: Path Toward Godhood. (warning: MATURE CONTENT) - CH 79

Kuroha looked quietly at Mirko before saying,

“Rather than going to the basement, why don’t we go to the roof?”

The atmosphere immediately solidified, Mirko expression changed from one of nonchalance to that of a starving beast,

“Oh!? Do you understand what this means?”

Kuroha nodded. Of course, he understands. Mirko’s power and technique relied on speed, strength, and agility. You could say that she was at her lowest in a closed room as long as she couldn’t destroy the wall.

By going to the basement in order to fight, she was basically telling him that she was going to hold back a great deal. But the roof was different. As long as they didn’t go overboard, Mirko will be way freer. Even though she still wouldn’t be able to use all her strength without destroying the building, what she could be will be far more dangerous.

Mirko’s view on Kuroha was rather neutral. Since he was a disciple, it meant that he had something that made him worthy. At the same time, she had no reason to feel close to him simply because they had the same master. In this world, true blood-related brothers could kill and betray each other. Why would a junior brother be more trustworthy?

“Yes, I understand perfectly.”

Mirko simply nodded before asking him to follow her as they walked toward the elevator. Kuroha perfectly understood what he was doing. He had two reasons to do this.

Respect and training.

Mirko and him had no relation apart from having the same master. This wasn’t a xianxia story where junior and senior brother would immediately lay down their life for each other. All relationships were based on a certain form of respect. Love, friendship, camaraderie, and even hate. Why would Mirko respect him simply because they had the same master? She didn’t even respect most heroes and openly mocked them.

Training, Kuroha could feel that his strength had stopped growing for a few months. In such a situation, fighting was necessary. But, here lay the problem. In the office, few people could beat him and those who could always hold back despite knowing his regeneration speed.

As for Milienia? Heh, he would rather die than ever fight against her. People who said that healers were powerless clearly never met one as vicious as her. He needed a new training partner. One who could show him his shortcomings and deal devastating damage. After all, the more damage he received, the more powerful his abilities would become after he regenerated.

*Ding*

*Swoosh!!!*

The sound of the elevator stopping as well as the wind blowing as soon as the door opened woke him up from his thoughts.

“We reached our destination, get ready.”

Kuroha simply nodded and began looking around as he stepped out of the elevator.

“Beautiful.”

Mirko’s building was about 30 to 50 meters high. The fact that she divided all this building in only three floors and lived all by herself, showed how extravagant she was. Even more so if we looked at it relatively from her height. Or perhaps she loved the large place because of her quirk? After all, for her, a jump of 10 meters was too easy, a house not tall enough would be too stifling for her.

Anyway, the view was truly breathtaking. As if the whole words was in his hand,

“So ,little Kuroha, are you ready now? How do you want to do it?”

Kuroha sighed, his bad habit of letting his thoughts wander was seriously something he had to rectify. He hesitated a little at her question. Kuroha knew how talented he was in both long-range and short-range attacks. Still, this always separating the two wasn’t a good idea? He needed to be able to seamlessly use the two fighting styles in conjunction.

“I am ready.”

BOOM!!!

This time, Kuroha was ready, he leaned his head slightly to the right and avoided a sharp attack from Mirko, before retaliating by sending a fist of his own, but…

*Swissh* *Bang* *Crack*

He felt like he hit a phantom before she immediately appeared on his right side and sent and hit on his rib. The result was evident. He could feel clearly as most of his ribs broke and he spluttered blood from his mouth.

Still, for Kuroha such pain was easy to disregard. He used the hit as leverage to pull distance between them and take his bearing what more while doing so he also launched a kick of his own but it was easily dodged by Mirko.

“*Whistle* Not bad Brat, I am rather interested. At least you aren’t a greenhorn.     But…If this is all you’re able to do I am very disappointed.”

Kuroha simply wiped the blood of his mouth as his ribs were already repaired without answering. Only the strongest or the idiots had the right to make a monologue during a fight. Back then he did this with those criminals he was the strong one. This time though he was the weaker party.

“I must admit, I am really not your match. But, you’ll need way more than that in order to put me down.”

“Oh!? I see. Then let’s resume.”

A feral grin appeared on her face. Before she completely faded from Kuroha field of vision. Then,

*BOOM* *Kacha* * BOOM*

Simply by pure reflexes, he crossed his arms in front of him and took the hit. Sadly, his arms couldn’t resist the shock and were broken before he projected like a doll on the other side of the roof, a trail of blood following behind him.

“Fuck!! *Bleurgh* *Cough* *Cough*”

He tried to speak but vomited blood instead, “Man, she really merciless.” From what he knew Mirko didn’t know much about his quirks. This meant that she was throwing potentially crippled and lethal hits without a care in the world.

What Kuroha didn’t know was that this wasn’t Mirko being merciless as much as her seeing this as normal. It was impossible to go through Milienia training without being broken again and again? For Milienia disciples and students, even without regeneration quirk broken ribs or limbs were just a minor inconvenience.

Mirko began to walk toward Kuroha, even though his resilience was praiseworthy, the rest was rather average. After a while, she finally stopped in front of him, looking down on him with cold and uncaring eyes,

“I will ask again, is it all you’re able to do?”

Contrary to what she thought, Kuroha, who was crouching down didn’t have a defeated expression, but rather one of a winner, he simply murmured,

“Look around you.”

Mirko paused, before being completely gobsmacked, blood, many droplets of blood were all floating around her.

“*Cough*, Checkmate. Don’t move or you’ll lose.”

Kuroha wasn’t stupid. Him winning against Mirko was basically impossible. But, only knights fought fairly. Since the start, Kuroha didn’t try to control his wounds and let the blood flow rather easily, now, even though he couldn’t exercise a micro-control on all those droplets of blood, his macro-control was good enough to activate them at the same time.

“Hehe. Ahahah. Good moves. But, this isn’t enough.”

“Is that so. Then, take a taste.”

*Swish* *Swish* *Swish* *BOOM*

In an instant, all those droplets rushed toward Mirko. While some impacted the sole, creating explosions and clouds of dust.  An apt description of this scene would have been that Mirko was literally in the center of a hail of bullets. Kuroha might have treated her mercilessly, but he wasn’t merciful either.

(Well, who cares, worst comes to worst I will use my new power and teleport with Master.)

He was sure that he won, but, then,

“Luna fall.”

*BAM*

He was smashed as if he was a bug stepped on by a giant. The hit was so powerful that he blacked out for a few milliseconds before he smashed against the concrete so hard that cracks were formed.

When he finally managed to get up, even though his head was still swimming, he could see a bloody Rumi, standing tall despite her diminutive height and the ghastly wounds all over her body.

Her mouth opened with a bloody grin,

“Oi brat. No, Kuroha was it? I think this is enough for a warm-up. Let me show you why I’m the best.”

Kuroha sighed, before getting up and stretching himself after putting some distance between the two of them,

“You weren’t the only one, who was warming up. I would have been disappointed if it was all there was to such a high ranked hero.”

Anyone who saw this scene would have been scared out of their wit. Two people with extremely close features were standing face to face with blood running on their bodies and a maniacal grin on their faces. Kuroha himself would have never thought that for the first time, he was really looking forward to a fight.

Kuroha closed his eyes, before slowing opening, them, his tanned skin, began to begin redder and redder and red steam began to slowly emanate from behind him,

(I didn’t want to use it, but It’s the perfect time to see if Slayer’s shitty way of teaching is useful for once.)

Mirko, heard Kuroha murmur slightly, “Nueva Esperanza.” Then, well, she was given a beautiful view of the sky as she was thrown out of the bound of the roof.

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Lol I am always frantic about fighting scenes. I hope you liked it.