Yenne look down on him.

“I have observed your attack patterns. You’re using Dancing Backwater Dragon style, am I right?” ​​

“You’re right. It’s about time that someone should know my martial style. Yenne, if you underestimate my abilities, I might burn you.”

Yenne laughed in amusement.

“You will burn me? Don’t make me laugh. Are seeing what am I right now? I am the fire itself. You cannot touch me.”

“Interesting.”

“Even if you use your exploding fist, you won’t be able to reach me.”

“I would like to test that out.”

Ken tossed himself forwards. His footwork this time is even more erratic, unpredictable and irregular that was followed up by continuous feint attacks. One second Ken was in front of her, tricking her into delivering a punch which she quickly reacts by retaliating, but in vain as his figure phased through her.

Ken had completely wrapped her attention on his fingers.

Yenne was in no doubt perplexed. Her eyes wander from here and there whenever Ken suddenly teleported out of place. It was so frustrating, so she had to do a foolish thing to do, she blindly attacked the afterimages. Even still she’s not lucky, but it’s still better than to do nothing.

His movements are sharp and fast, almost comparable to a whistling wind.

Yenne heard a shockwave from out of nowhere. It was far but she felt that it’s coming closer, the presence came inside the wall of ice.

“Where are you looking at?!”

Yenne’s attention was pulled back and saw Ken thrust his fist into exploding a tree that is tossed in the air.

Yenne’s did not withdraw from her position. She remained stood still and turn the tree into ashes with her fire magic.

“Using your surrounding to fight for you, very creative! But you should know that an attack like that will not inflict anything to me.”

Several afterimages appeared afterwards.

“This trick again?”

Yenne spun around. Her flames grew begrudged and wild that it appeared to be look like a tornado of fire. The vorticed of fire and wind rushes up rotated rapidly. Out from the storming tornado, a rain of fireballs sputtered. The heat turned the air into humid, drenching and oppressive heat.

Sleek and agile, that was a better way of describing Ken. He was able dodged the attacks by slipping through the trees.

Her attack was not a without consequences. The fire slowly began to spread on the forest and seemingly cannot be stopped the vortex on its tracks.

Ken was forced to stop on his tracks because of the hot wind flushing on his face. There he goes, his eyes struck on the fire tornado.

His attention altered on his surroundings and saw trees began to detached from the ground. Ken quickly reassessed the situation.

If her magic is similar to the tornado, then that would mean it has a center. Ken thought.

As the tree nearby was dragged by the air pressure, Ken took a hold of it and flew along. There was a moment when his at the position on top, approaching the firestorm, when a voice roared from inside.

The waves of flames hotness rose off and one by one it swallowed turning it as grey ash. The intense heat evaporated the sweats in his pores. The smoke from it had became a hindrance for him to see it very clearly.

“It’s useless! There is no way in, kid!”

He got a clear look. There is indeed no way inside the storm. The center is thin for the air to get inside for her to breath.

“How the hell can you breathe with so small space?!”

“Dumbass, you just did all of that just to risk your life.”

Ken turns away his eyes from the vortices of fire. Ken strikes the tree with his feet to leap on the tree and swung magnificently to another away from the fire tornado. He lunges downward, connecting to the branch of tree and climb up to get on another one. Finally, he successfully landed.

Ken snickered. “Is that all you’ve got. You maybe the center of force but it feels like nothing, honestly.”

“Oh, really?”

A set of fireballs came on his way and rays of blaze shoot out from it.

“Oh, damn it!”

Ken broke off. He sprinted away and used the environment as the shield against the enemy’s attacks.

Alas, he was caught and blasted, rolling over the dirt and dust.

Ken coughed as she stood. The armor he wore is now useless. The fireball destroyed the strapped and crack his armor which led to some part detaching.

His clothes are singed and burned. He removed his shirt and threw it on the ground. Ken’s breath became ragged. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind, thirsty of rejuvenation, only a briefed wind had made him felt respite.

Behind the red curtain of blaze, Yenne had spoken through. “How unfortunate. You maybe learned martial arts, but the monks didn’t pass unto you an Inquiara Magic now, don’t they?”

Ken’s eyes broke open. He smirked.

It feels like yesterday.

It was the day when Sherry came to him. She was thanking him for saving her despite the fact that she’s a stranger. He told her that it was nothing. He only did what was the right thing to do.

In fact, moreover the reason why he did it is not just by the ethics he lived when he’s at the temple with the monks, it was out of resemblance.

Sherry shared a spitting image of his late sister. The one who was left behind.

The fated day was the same now.

The armada had found their way to breach through the rocky path with the use of their newly invented striker that is capable of mountain trekking. It was a disastrous day.

For the past months, the monks are helping the refugees from escaping the armada of Hayan Empire. They’re lucky that the refugees managed to shrugged off the enemies off their scent on their way here.

Apparently, the enemies are perceptive than what they’ve thought. They somehow picked up their trails and pinpointed the location of the temple which can be found in the highest reach of the Alfahon mountain.

It can be located at the far east of the Jafal Region. The mountain is connected to the great Wall of Mountains that serves as a boundary of the regions and nations.

They can run by following the mountain paths, but they’re bound to danger because there are some parts of the Great Walls of Mountains that remained unexplored and so… many have died… including his sister.

Glenda has a long blonde hair, gem eyes that awfully same as Sherry.

Ken was carried by a refugee when they were evacuating. On their way down the road, an explosion struck them hung on their dizziness. Now, Ken was the most unfortunate. The blast had sent his body flying over the cliff. If he wasn’t so lucky that he fell on the river, he would have died by that time.

After that, a group of people took him in the glade where he was trained and hone as a warrior that he is now.

“If she were here by now, she would’ve smack me for being a dumbass.” Ken muttered on himself.

Noticing the senseless fumbling words, Yenne laughed.

“You must have lost it.”

Ken shakes his head. “No. I just realized something.”

“What is it?”

“I found a way of how to defeat you.”