Chapter 11: The Clan Challenge
In the spacious training hall, the Zujesh and Heinz clans gathered, the atmosphere charged with a mix of formality and anticipation. Ancient empire traditions dictated that when two clans met, whether for a visit or a tournament, two members from each family had to face off. It was a way to show mutual respect and display the strength of their lineages.
Kyle stood at the end of the line of Zujesh descendants, a position reflecting his perceived status. Ahead of him were his siblings: Alex, the imposing firstborn, followed by Melina, Zuho, and Gosho.
The leader of the Heinz clan, with palpable excitement in his voice, broke the silence. "My second son and fourth son will step into the square," he announced, referring to Flame and the enigmatic Rush.
The Patriarch of the Zujesh clan, with his usual coldness, replied, "As you are the guests, let your sons choose their opponent."
Flame, as the elder of the two, stepped forward first. His green eyes scanned the row of Zujesh heirs. He saw Kyle at the end of the line, the boy sighing with boredom, his face showing a clear lack of interest. Immense fury crossed Flame's face, his teeth clenched. How dare a bastard behave like that! he thought.
Flame raised a finger and pointed directly at Kyle. "You... I choose you! Come, let's face each other!"
Kyle was surprised. Why me? Did I do something wrong to him? he thought. He wanted to refuse, but he felt his father's gaze. "Very well, let's face each other," he said, his voice with a seemingly genuine resignation. "But you should know I don't know much about martial arts..."
Alex approached and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, Kyle, just do what you can. Try to remember what we've been training."