Namoras
Rudi subverted

"It turns out you're good at fighting, too, Jol?!"

"Dam. Did you underestimate me? If you are not rigged and lazy to enter the tournament, chances are your ticket to the tournament is mine. But yes, never mind! You saw that at the Dojo door there! Looks like someone's coming," Jol turned his lips as a gesture.

Namora looked at the dozens of people walking towards them with each of them carrying a wooden stick. And on average they wear green belts which is the middle level in karate martial arts.

Namora saw a man about 25 years old walking ahead. He's the only one who doesn't wear a belt. Only, he was wearing black clothes. Namora is not too concerned about this attribute. What was certain to him was that the man had evicted himself from this Dojo when he wanted to register to become a disciple. While the two young men who were slightly behind the man were Rudi and Diaz. Both are wearing black belts. It doesn't look where Dudul and Ruben are.

The 25-year-old's gaze narrowed when he saw that twenty of his disciples were lying on the ground groaning in pain. In fact, there was one whose head was broken. And he was the first to fall due to the hard impact of the helmet worn by Jol.

The man hissed holding back furiously, then stared coldly at Jol and Namora. It was clear that he was currently with all his might holding back his angry outburst.

Namora knew that the man they often referred to as the first brother was holding back anger. Therefore, Namora immediately stood straight, then paid tribute to the Dojo's students.

"There was no wind, no rain, but twenty of my brothers were lying on the ground. I want to know what the cause of all this is. How much guts," said the first brother opened his words.

"Fuck you, Jol. You made a fuss at the Dojo where we studied. Nyari died you?"

Seeing that Rudi had already hit, Diaz also did not stay silent. He immediately took a few steps forward, then pointed towards Jol.

"Jol. Are you tired of living, huh? What's the matter to the point that you riot. If you're sick, I'll send you to the hospital!"

Diaz did not consider Namora's presence at all. Because, to him is, there's no way this is Namora's doing. That's why he hit Jol.

Jol grinned before replying by putting his index finger in front of his lips. "Sssst.., as a good sister, you shouldn't cut off your college sister's words right? That wretched sister is her name!"

"You..?!" Diaz growling. He wanted to punch Jol's face in the corner. But the first brother of the hunt forbade.

"Diaz! Stay where you are!"

Diaz immediately retreated again from where she was standing earlier. However, his gaze was full of embers of hostile fire.

"Now you explain why you dropped my sisters! Otherwise, don't blame me if you two won't get out of this place safely!" The tone of threat was clearly felt from the first brother's speech.

"Hahaha..," Jol laughed. This laugh really made Diaz and Rudi want to pounce on him immediately.

"A funny question. Here bang! Our arrival here was to meet those two dogs!" Jol pointed towards Diaz and Rudi. Then continued, "but, before we said anything, one of your sisters even wanted to make a fuss. Is this how you, as a first brother educate his younger siblings?"

Red was extinguished the first brother's face heard the reply from Jol. Even more prepared, there was not a hint of guilt from Jol's face. Even impressed was very challenging.

The same goes for Rudi and Diaz. Hearing that he was said to be a dog right in front of the trunk of his own nose, made his blood boil.

So far, no one has ever dared to say a dog in front of him. Because, as the first disciple when this Dojo stood up, the other disciples, even others who were the same age as him no one dared to be so presumptuous.

Once again the first brother held back his anger, then asked. "Why are you looking for my two sisters?"

"Haha. That's a good question. Of course I want to invite one of them to fight. I know that there are two representatives of this Dojo who will participate in the tournament between schools. I don't agree to that. So, only one of them can come!"

"Sat! What right do you have to set us up, huh?" This time the anger that had been held back had finally exploded as well.

Jol stay calm. At least he did not show any fear for the anger of this first brother. He's already calculated everything. Impaired, if this first brother is all kinds, he is desperate to fight with him.

This time his pride as the first brother was completely torn apart by these two young people who were before him.

Namora looks impatient. Now it was his turn to interrupt. "Are we just talking nonsense? If this keeps up, what if I look for a cafe. Friendship right?" His tone without notation. This made the man called the first brother even more angry.

"Sister. Let me just shut the mouth of that arrogant boy!" Before Big Brother first opened his mouth, Rudi had already offered to silence Jol's mouth. However, as he advanced to face Jol, Jol instead retreated behind Namora.

"Don't run you son of a bitch!" Rudi sneered in ridicule as he watched Jol retreat behind Namora.

"I'm fighting you!" Namora took one step forward and now their distance was only two steps away.

"Whoever it is, must enter the hospital for daring to mess up in this Dojo!"

Rudi doesn't want to talk much anymore. He immediately pounced towards Namora. And an attack that did not use this calculation would really be regretted by Rudi.

Just as her hand was about to reach Namora's face, Namora caught her wrist, then twisted it until a bone broke.

Not enough to get there, Namora pulled the hand until Rudi was interested.

Bugh..!

Namora hit Rudi's ribs with her palm. Luckily it was the palm, if it was a fist, it was certain that the ribs would break.

"Aaaa..," Rudi cried out in pain. It hurts, but there is more to it than just pain. Namely, shock.

All this time he never considered Namora. In fact, to him Namora was just worthless trash. But today, that trash had left his hands and ribs injured. And damn, Namora didn't stop there. Namora even stomped on her calf to force her to kneel with one crooked leg.

Seeing this, Diaz went straight into a rampage. He wants to pounce on Namora. However, one hard kick from Namora hit his chest making him fall down.

"I just want one of you. And the other one, I'll settle it in the arena, on the day of the fight," Namora spoke coldly. In fact, even the first brother shuddered at hearing it.

"Who are you really? If you can't answer well, then I'll beat you up!"

Namora did not show any expression. But he still answered. "Behold, first brother. I'm the kid you kicked out of this dojo for being slandered by four dogs. I don't see Dudul and Ruben. Otherwise, he could accompany Rudi in the hospital,"

Now, that first brother knows who Namora is. And perhaps, it was for this reason that Namora made a fuss. Because, according to his mind, Namora must want revenge for having been expelled from this Dojo about five years ago.

"good. Maybe you want revenge for the expulsion you received, a few years ago. Now what do you want?"

"We said from the beginning. Only one person can participate in the tournament. And my goal has been achieved because it has overthrown Rudi. As a man with a brain, you should be able to measure how capable I am of beating this Diaz. But not now. I want him lying in the arena, tomorrow!"

Finished talking like that, Namora invites Jol to return to Batu city. But, before he could, first brother had already gotten in the way.

Namora held back in fury, then said. "You're pushing yourself too hard. The ability you have is still not enough. To me, you're just a drop of water in a bucket,"

"Bad! Do you consider that this is a Dojo without a master, that you can go to when you like, then leave as you please? If I can't break your leg, I won't be able to restore my pride as the first brother in this Dojo,"

"Damn. You'll regret it" said Namora as she rolled up the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing.

Seriate...