Beautiful Architect
S2 Clara's

A woman with wavy, horse-punched hair was doing the exercises.

Clara wore sleeveless clothes and tight trousers with gloves.

He punched and kicked the samsak, a coach standing beside Clara.

The woman was very excited, she wanted to destroy the samsak that was in front of her.

A spinning kick with full force made the samsak rope break and break.

The applause from his teacher, proved that fighting ability and self-strength in Clara's hands and feet were increasing.

"You're amazing Clara, I we being a racer makes you forget to train yourself." Coach smiling.

Clara's sharp eyes looked towards the coach without a smile.

Clara put up the horses, she was ready to attack her trainer.

"Do you want to fight me?" Coach smiled, he humbled Clara.

Clara attacked the coach with a very agile movement, he did not give the opportunity to the coach to avenge his blow.

The man fell on the mat, he was very surprised by Clara's ability.

The woman is like a murderer ready to take the life of his opponent.

"What did you learn in Italy?" ask the coach to get off the mat.

"Everything." Clara is not smiling.

"I traveled the world learning all my martial skills." Clara stared intently at the coach.

He walked towards the reclining chair and sat down, looking at some people who were practicing.

The coach looked at Clara with a question mark, he was very curious about the training Clara had received while in another country.

"Sir, what if I fight with them?" Clara pointed her finger at the other trainers.

"Why?" The man looked worriedly.

"I've fought with a man and I lost, my body condition is still not good because it is in recovery after injury." Clara remembers meeting with Andreas.

"What do you want to do to them, your abilities are amazing, how many teachers have you had?" ask the man at length.

"I have one teacher in one country I've been to, a practice that almost killed me." Clara smiled.

"The exercise made me cold-blooded without compassion." Clara gulped down mineral water from the bottle.

"Are you in Mafia training?" The man began to think far away.

"Of course, it's the best training ground to survive in the cruel world." Clara got up from the chair and walked towards the training room next to her.

"Clara, they're dangerous." The man took Clara.

"It's okay, during the holiday season I'll play with the fight." Clara smiled with a horrible grin.

The pretty face harbors a murderous soul, not knowing what Clara is looking for by strengthening herself beyond men.

The coach followed Clara who had been in the middle of the match arena.

Some smiling men look at Clara's beautiful face and sexy body, they don't know, if the woman intends to finish them off.

"I want to practice strength, will anyone want to play with me?" Clara smiled.

A man with a burly body walked up to Clara.

"I don't want to hurt a woman." the man smiled looking at Clara's body shape that was clearly visible with clothes that fit the body

"Thank you." Clara is ready to fight.

The man smiled disdainfully at Clara, the woman with a professional body like a model.

They barely recognize Clara who is a racer and athletic.

A fight ensued, Clara's agile movements that instantly hit the man's vital organs, making the burly body fall down, the strength could be comparable but the technique would destroy one's defenses.

"Miss, you fight with different techniques." A man helps a man lying on the floor.

"To win against the enemy we can make any move, any attack and any technique." Clara smiled.

"What if you fight with Miss' weapon?" One walked and I behind Clara.

"What weapon?" Clara turned her body.

"Anything." The man smiled and pointed his finger at the weapon storage.

"Battle without rules." Clara smiled, she walked over to the training weapon.

"I'm afraid I'll ruin your pretty face." The man touched a long sword.

"It's okay, I don't have a boyfriend." Clara smiled beautifully.

"Ah, if you lose against me, you must be my lover, how?" The man smiled, he watched Clara from top to bottom.

"Agreed." Clara used a long iron bar.

"Why don't you use a sword?" The man looked in wonder.

"I like tools that aren't sharp." Clara twirled a long iron bar in her hand.

With that long iron, the sword would not be able to reach him.

The pretty smile that had disappeared from Clara's face changed with the sharp gaze of an assassin who read accurately every move of her opponent.

"First woman!" The man was still smiling handsomely.

Unfinished sentence that the man Clara had floated in the air delivering a punch from above using an iron bar.

As quickly as lightning Clara climbed onto the guardrail giving her the boost to her body to add strength.

The man was completely shocked, he thought Clara would fight casually hitting each other and retorting.

However, what happened, Clara was only willing to spend and destroy her opponent.

The long sword did not even have time to use, the iron bar had landed on the man's shoulder giving off a painful pain.

Rest assured, if it does not break, the hinge of the arm has moved and there is a crack.

The man who tried to get up to pick up the sword immediately got a kick in the chest and stomach.

The iron bar became Clara's pedestal to attack with a spinning kick.

The helpless body continued to get attacks from Clara, she swung the iron bar in the air and hit the body of the man lying on the floor and tried to dodge.

"Clara's enough!" The voice from upstairs stopped Clara's movements, smiling at the couple who owned the training ground.

Papa and his mother were great fighters in the black world, fighting illegally to several countries in the world.

From the small Clara and Calvin were educated very cruelly to produce a strong body and have the ability.

Clara threw an iron bar on the floor giving a powerful and shocking sound.

"Why don't you go home?" ask Papa Clara.

"I'm just walking around." Clara took her bag.

Everyone who was in the room lowered their heads saluted their chairman.

They had no idea, the woman was the daughter of the chairman whom they had never seen before.

"Get it!" shouted Papa Clara who saw a man lying on the floor.

Clara walked up the stairs to the top floor, where her father and mother had been sitting waiting for her.

"Clara dear." Mama walked over and hugged Clara.

Clara was silent, she did not return her mother's embrace, she had forgotten the warm embrace of a mother.

Mama let go of her embrace and looked sadly at Clara's sharp eyes.

"When are you coming home, baby?" Mama touched Clara's pretty face.

"A week ago." Clara sat on the chair avoiding her Mama.

Mama sat down next to Papa again and felt disappointment with Clara's treatment.

"Clara, are you feeling strong?" Papa stood up and stared intently at Clara.

"Not yet." Clara smiled, she desperately wanted to fight her papa.

"Do you want to be stronger?" ask Papa.

"Of course." Clara smiled.

"Go to the prison of traitors, you will get training, but if you cannot you will be destroyed." Papa looked at Clara with a worried look.

"Pa's." Mom held her husband's hand.

"I'm going to go." Clara took her bag.

"Where do you live, baby?" Mama's voice sounded soft, she missed her daughter so much.

"Apartment." Clara came down the stairs and left the training ground.

"Why did you propose a prison for Clara's training?" Mama's getting worried.

"Didn't you see Clara's fighting style, she's more of a killer than a fighter." Papa holds Mama's shoulder.

"She's our daughter." Mama raised her voice.

"Look, I'll keep an eye on him, get some rest, we'll have to pay for the injured coach's medical expenses." Papa took Mama's hand to the rest room.

Clara wore a leather jacket and jeans and shoes, she rode the bike at high speed.

Return to the apartment to rest and prepare to train in a traitor's prison.

As a child Clara once listened no one could get out of the prison of traitors.

It was the most dreadful place of punitive entertainment.

"I'm going to destroy the place." Clara smiled.

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