When Api relayed the news to his best friend when they met up at Api's apartment and was on the way to Tanah's, Angin looked mildly disappointed. It was replaced by a bright smile and an envious stare.

"Cool! You saw her in her house!" Angin exclaimed.

Api raised an eyebrow. "Uh, you go there too. Aren't you the least bit of disappointed?"

"I am, but only slightly," Angin agreed. "Besides, I don't ever see her in person. Like, in a metre proximity. You're so lucky!"

"Speaking of which." Api shouldered his bag. "We still have to hurry."

However, this was unnecessary, as Tanah was leaving the house as they arrived. The two troublemakers stared at the older male in confusion, and Tanah noticed their presences. He slipped the keys in his pockets and waved at them.

"There's no lessons today." He dug into his pockets. Fishing out four tickets, he handed them to Api and Angin. "You remember Petir? It's the finale of the combat contest. I'm going to spectate, even if she loathes being stared at."

Wonder how she survived with Cahaya as a boyfriend, Api thought.

"Are these for us?" Angin leaned in.

Tanah nodded. "I'm driving. Cahaya's already there, so you can call Daun over and hop in. Would Air want to join?"

With the offer being laid bare, Angin and Api executed individual methods to drag their sisters over. Api threatened to throw himself off a tree. Angin said that she would get to see Api again. You wouldn't believe how fast females could travel once motivated.

Air jostled Api, threatening his sorry ass. "I dare you to jump off a tree."

Api's eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge?"

"No." Air kicked Api into Tanah's car, shaking the vehicle.

Daun and Angin backed away from Air as far as possible. Daun called shotgun the moment she laid her eyes on the car. Angin was sandwiched between the two twins, feeling the bloodlust and stress rise between them.

Angin shirked from them the best he was able to. He did not want to get involved in another pair of siblings' rivalries and altercations.

If there was one thing the four of them could agree on, it was that Tanah was a crap driver. He almost ran into someone and failed to parallel park. In the end, they had to settle on pushing the car into the spot physically. Tanah couldn't have looked more embarrassed.

Air held Daun's hand as they manoeuvred through waves of crowds. Tanah's tickets were reserved for the front row, so they had a clear view of the contestants. The contestants all shared the trait of strength, owning biceps that made Angin feel ashamed, especially sitting next to Api and Tanah, whose muscles were visible through their shirts and sleeves.

"Kill me." Angin's cheeks burned red.

"No!" Daun snapped to him. "Don't die!"

Cahaya was nowhere to be seen. Api looked around to search for the narcissistic jerk, but he was simply obscured by thousands of spectators. He figured that Cahaya was easy to spot, especially with his blinding personality and figure. Looks like it was useless when it came to overwhelming crowds.

Then he noticed a mop of combed brown hair by the contestant's VIPs, having a one-sided conversation with a girl wearing a sleeveless vest.

"I see Petir and Cahaya," Api reported.

"Where?" Tanah asked kindly.

A sudden chill crept up Air's, Angin's and Api's spine. Their necks stiff and robotic, they turned to the president, whose expression was as strained as a balloon's plastic. Daun was blissfully oblivious. Yelping, all of them returned to the couple's movements.

"T—there." Api pointed.

"Thanks."

The lethal aura dispersed. They released a breath they'd been holding and refocused to the match.

"Look!" Daun pointed wildly towards the commentator and the judges settling into place. "It's about to start! Yay!" Her expression faltered. She turned to her friends with a worried face. "Is—is anyone going to get hurt? Will everyone be okay?"

"Oh, come on!" A girl with blue hair shrieked from behind. "That cutesy should be illegal!"

"No one's going to get hurt," Tanah promised. "If you're uncomfortable, close your eyes."

"Okay!" Daun beamed.

Api turned to Angin. "How did she grow up like that with you around?"

"I honestly have no clue," Angin grumbled, still wounded by the jab of his ab-less reality.

The matches commenced. Strikes were exchanged and parries were broken. The crowd roared in anticipation whenever a contestant emerged victorious and the other receded in eternal shame and solitude. Despite the aggressive battles, the spectators seemed to be conserving their enthusiasm and energy for the main show, as if the previous matches were the appetisers to the main course.

Tanah shared the same tactic. He chewed in his fingernail in concern, awaiting for someone to step foot on the stage. Someone he knew. Someone Api saw as a distant individual.

Eventually, that main show arrived.

In spite of her plain clothing and choice of weapon, her beauty outshined the entre female population in a silent, lethal course. Her training sabre glinted under the stadium lights. Her stance was graceful but sharp. She resembled a goddess of war and beauty.

The crowd roared in excitement. This was what they were waiting for. The champion among all champions. The reincarnation of a legend itself.

Petir was ready to face her opponent.

Tanah whooped and in the meanwhile, accidentally destroying the armrest of his chair with his elbow. Api and Angin both stared at Tanah brushing his arm off like it was a regular occurrence and stiffened quickly, cold sweat running down their backs.

Petir's opponent, a green-haired female emerged from the opposition of the stage. She had a red scar running down her left cheek as if it was a medallion of honour. The way she carried herself resembled a killer's, which was the complete mirror version of Petir. Her weapon was dull and gleamed like metal. However, her gaze was the definition of underestimation.

Kikita.

"Start!" the commentator declared.

Both fighters brandished their weapons and took cautious steps around the stage, analysing the other's movements. In a flash, KikiTa had taken the offensive, charging at Petir with her blade raised. Petir responded with corresponding speed, deflecting strikes with gentle strokes that diverted her attack's velocity and fluency.

Their eyes never left their opponent's blades. Whilst Petir's were emotionless, KikiTa's was confident and off the edge.

Petir realized by her first attacks that KikiTa was arrogant and prideful. If she could lead her to a trap, then the expense of her energy and stamina would be minimized. She dodged attacks, occasionally letting a few of her attacks land on her to lower KikiTa's guard.

The wounds ached and bruised, but she barely acknowledged it. Her main goal was to defeat her opponent before her and nothing more. It was her only goal.

Five minutes later, Petir had yet to start the offensive and had taken a seemingly considerate amount of damage. KikiTa was cocky—she was letting her guard down.

Seeing an opening, Petir raised her sword and jabbed at KikiTa's abdomen. It wasn't sharp, it was just a training sword. They can't kill. With KikiTa off balance, Petir moulded her expected disadvantage into her home ground. She assailed KikiTa's with attacks with blinding speed, rendering the greenette unable to fight back.

KikiTa fell to her knees, holding her stomach in pain. Her breaths were fastened and shallow, like she was trying to hold in her disbelief and wounded pride.

Petir had her sword hovered over the back of KikiTa's head. She would either deliver the finishing blow or KikiTa would surrender. There was no other option.

Just as the blade struck, Petir's eyes caught a familiar figure among thousands. One that stood out among the rest.

Her eyes widened.

Tanah.

Memories gushed through her like a dam had been shattered. She was six years old again, limbs flailing blindly as the bad man took her. Tanah, seven years old, had stood by the lit door, crying for the bad man to return his sister.

He didn't.

Then a blade was run through her stomach.

The crowd gasped in shock.

Adrenaline roared in Petir's veins. She had dropped her sword—her pride and honour, with a foreign blade glowing with blue energy had run her through.

Blood flowed freely from the uncauterized wound. As her vision began to blur, she caught KikiTa's smug face and straightened. She would not let a petty cheater get the best of her. Much to the crowd's and KikiTa's surprise, she bent down and retrieved her sword. Ignoring the gaping wound in her stomach, she charged at KikiTa, eyes flaring in anger.

A stun gun electrocuted KikiTa instead.

Petir stopped in her tracks, still holding out the blade as KikiTa crumpled, wires connected to her back and Cahaya holding a gun with the wires attached to the barrel. He sighed in relief as he'd arrived in time, but Petir glared at him, hand desperately clutching her wound.

"It was my fight," she growled under her breath, voice shaking.

As the medics crowded below, the stage, they beckoned her to come down. She complied, ignoring Cahaya and her brother, who had frozen in place on the spectators seats. Before Tanah recovered from his shock, Petir entered the ambulance and left before the police arrived to arrest KikiTa for attempted murder.