Facing the three Lutherking soldiers, Jhony feels uneasy in the presence of the military men. He settles into his seat, avoiding direct eye contact.
Meanwhile, Yasoke continues to watch Yuji, who is now performing a handstand in the middle of the carriage. Yasoke comments: — So the conductor uses this Macogo to manipulate the train.
Yuji begins a series of inverted push-ups, using only his arms while keeping his feet in the air. — No, in the case of this train's owner, he uses magic, not Macogo.
Yuji continues his exercise, but Yasoke remains intrigued and, driven by doubt, asks about the distinction between magic and Macogo. — Look, the difference between the two is that Macogo is just an amplification—quite complex according to the books, but I'm too lazy to explain. To put it simply, Macogo has different particles than magic, but those same particles can turn into magic.
Yasoke listens to the explanation without understanding a single word, feeling lost in the jargon, but Yuji continues: — Macogo is divided into Simple, Pure, and Modified. Simple is matter, Pure aids physical attributes, and Modified helps in the field of magic. — He adds: — Magic is something you are either born with or not, it depends on luck; whereas Macogo, anyone can learn.
Yasoke keeps listening, managing to assimilate only fragments of that complex information.
Simultaneously, in Jhony's carriage, the atmosphere is extremely tense. In an attempt to break the ice, Jhony decides to start a conversation: — So, are you guys also going to Lutherking?
Jhony flashes a smile, trying to relax the mood. One of the soldiers, however, shoots him an arrogant look. — You think I'm some moron who doesn't know where he's going?
Startled, Jhony hurries to apologize: — I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, it was just to break the ice.
The soldiers, hearing the justification, begin to laugh and whisper among themselves. Jhony watches the scene without understanding the reaction, until one of the military men decides to confront him: — Look man, you must be new to not understand how things work. All nations respect Lutherking and its military. We rule everything in this SHIT!!!
He slams the table hard and rests his foot on it, staring at Jhony severely. — In other words, everyone respects us, and it won't be any different with you. Start bowing on all fours to the three of us and to Lutherking for allowing a foreigner to go there.
Jhony flatly refuses to give such a reverence. Faced with the unexpected resistance, the soldiers burst into laughter. The soldier who had his foot on the table imposes a humiliating order: he grabs Jhony's head and presses his face against his own boot. — Lick my boot, and then polish everyone's boots with your tongue.
While the others laugh, Jhony becomes infuriated by the degrading order. He wrenches his head free from the soldier's hands and lands a precise punch on the aggressor. — Good punch for a foreigner!
Immediately, the three soldiers assume combat stances. Jhony rips the table from the floor and hurls it toward them. One of the soldiers knocks the furniture aside, and Jhony, in a burst of momentum, shatters the table with his own head. — You guys have pushed me too far, I'm going to have to teach you shitty soldiers a lesson!
He unzips his jacket and tosses it aside, displaying his chest and defined musculature. The soldiers smile, underestimating their opponent, and charge with a succession of kicks and punches. Jhony dodges with agility but finds no openings for a counter-attack. He grabs an armchair and throws it at the group; they dodge with ease, but in that brief moment of distraction, Jhony seizes the chance to connect a punch to the stomach of one, a kick to the head of another, and a powerful shoulder block to the third.
The three soldiers are repelled. One of them, impressed by the youth's physique, comments: — Damn, the guy is a tank, but he's probably all brawn.
Suddenly, one of the military men begins to concentrate energy in his hands. Jhony, not understanding the nature of the phenomenon, prepares to attack, but notices a bluish glow emanating from the opponent's fingers. The soldier forms a square with his hands and fires a wave of bluish energy that hits Jhony head-on, throwing him violently against the wall. Dazed, Jhony tries to process what had just occurred. — THE FOREIGNER IS SCARED, LET'S GO!!!
The three charge at Jhony who, at a technical disadvantage, tries to defend himself, but ends up succumbing to brutal blows to the abdomen and head, which make him bleed profusely. — GET HIM, JUMP THIS PIECE OF SHIT!
Despite the continuous assault, Jhony refuses to fall, staying on his feet through sheer resilience. In a moment of openness, he lands a punch that hits one of the soldiers' faces, but receives two blows in retaliation; the fight turns into a test of endurance. The soldiers begin kicking his ankles while delivering punches to his skull. Jhony reacts: he kicks one of the aggressors away, blocks a punch, and strikes another's face, finishing with a headbutt that fractures the third soldier's nose, splattering blood across the carriage.
Even staggering and with his face bloodied, Jhony insists on advancing. The soldier with the broken nose loses control: — YOU BASTARD!
He joins his fingers in a square shape and his hands glow intensely. A blast of energy in the shape of a square hits Jhony, projecting him against the wall and making him spit blood. The soldier persists with the energy blasts, destroying the wall structure and launching the youth to the opposite end of the carriage. Jhony collapses, without the strength to react. — HE'S DOWN, LET'S KICK THIS TRASH!
The three soldiers approach Jhony, fallen on the ground, and begin to stomp on him with hatred. The young man, screaming in pain and spitting blood, finds himself unable to stop the massacre.