The afternoon sun bathed the Yaoyorozu estate's private training ground in gold. Momo stood at one end of the grassy yard, already stretching, dressed in a sleek black training outfit. Jason lounged at the other end under a tree, chewing on a piece of dried fruit, one eye closed lazily.
"You're stalling," Momo called, hands on her hips.
Jason yawned. "I'm waiting for you to get serious. Don't want to beat you while you're half-stretched. That'd just be rude."
Momo's eye twitched. "Don't hold back. I won't either."
That got him moving.
He rolled his shoulders, walking to the center of the yard with a cocky grin. "Alright, princess. Don't cry when I win."
They both bowed lightly—more out of habit than formality—and the spar began.
Momo struck first, a metal staff forming from her skin as she surged forward. Jason ducked the first swing with fluid grace, pivoting around the second.
"You've gotten faster," he muttered, already shifting—his arm elongating into a serpent-like tendril to wrap around the staff. Momo didn't flinch, releasing the weapon and summoning a flash grenade from her thigh.
Jason squinted, backed off just before it exploded. He chuckled.
"Ah, sneaky."
"You taught me that."
They circled. Jason's form shimmered—his skin darkening, arms sharpening into sleek blades. Momo pressed the attack, whipping out a net launcher. It fired—Jason sidestepped—but not fast enough. The edges caught his leg, tripping him slightly.
He hit the ground, grinning from the grass.
"Cheap."
"Effective," she shot back.
Jason's body shifted again, a second version of him splitting off like a shadow, taking form beside him. The clone darted forward, intercepting her next strike. Momo parried with a new baton, twirling it rapidly—but Jason used the distraction to flank her from behind.
She barely spun in time, their weapons clashing mid-air. Sparks flew.
Their spar dragged on for several minutes. Jason used trickery, unpredictability, and transformation; Momo countered with clever tools and sharp instincts. But slowly, she began to wear down.
Jason disarmed her mid-spin, catching her staff with a hooked limb and kicking it aside. He pinned her arms with shifting restraints, smirking.
"You lost."
Momo panted, cheeks flushed, partly from exhaustion… partly from being so close.
"...This doesn't count. You used your clone."
Jason leaned in a bit closer, teasing. "Still counts if it was awesome."
She shoved him back, flustered. "Ugh. You're impossible."
Jason dissolved the restraints and helped her up, his teasing grin softening.
"Good match though, Momo. You almost had me."
She narrowed her eyes. "Next time, I will."
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Can't wait."
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