Mistress of the Moon

"Seriously! What did you have in the breakfast?" Jake squinted at his opponent, then he peeked at his digital-knife.

His knife flashed a mark of 40 points. "You feel very... different. Did you get anxious thinking about the upcoming JETs?"

"You're thinking too much," Creed jumped towards him. "I am going all-out today."

"Oh yeah! That's the spirit," Jake ducked casually and struck his back with his elbow. "Show me how much you can take it."

Creed dodged the incoming strike with an immediate block. He knew Jake was not an easy one, so he planned to check how much of effort he could wring out from Jake if he went all out. His primary motive was to gauge his strength against someone with intellect and tactics.

Jake Too appreciated the concept of 'letting out some steam once in a while'. He thought Creed was frustrated and anxious because of the upcoming JETs. So he played along while offering his own counters and attacks, without noticing Creed's actual intentions.

After 10 more minutes of serious repeated exchange, both of them were feeling conflicted. The reason was that they both were struggling in their own ways. Jake was squinting.

Creed was struggling to keep Jake's attacks in check with his own attacks. Whereas Jake was struggling to suppress his desire to open his chakra flow, Jake felt as if for every move he executed, he was being read like an open book.

Since this was the first time Jake felt conflicted during the practice, the situation quickly grabbed his attention. He knew that Creed was also struggling with his lack of strength, but somehow he was evading his every move ... just a split second before.

For the entire 10 minutes, Jake constantly felt the same weird atmosphere, which he used to feel earlier. But earlier it was negligible, since it only happened for a split second whenever he ended his previous duels with Creed.

"This guy...!"

Jake suddenly had a conspicuous thought."I am not in control of this match."

The next second Jake glanced at his knife, now flashing an 81 point mark. "Has he been learning my attack patterns? for an entire year? No! that can't be right!"

Suddenly Jake felt a chill crawl down his spine. "Or Is he learning it right now?"

What looked like godly learning ability was actually Creed's inherent ingenuity to read and perceive others... his genuine gift. But this time there was a critical difference. He had the strength to keep up with his opponent.

Even If you give the sharpest blade to the most delicate, he would still lose against a master with a blunt blade.

Creed's ability to perceive others never mattered much before, since the gap of strength was huge between him and his opponent.

In previous sparring sessions, Creed had noticed a strange quirk in Jake's actions. Every time when Jake would try to end the spar, in those last attacks, he would always unconsciously use more strength than the necessary. But Creed would always anticipate it right before Jake's execution by his keen perception.

Jake had already opened his root-chakra ... so even if he did not activate his chakra flow, that little additional strength was still too overwhelming for Creed, so Creed would always sneakily let him defeat himself since there was no point in dragging it any further.

Creed let himself loose since it was not beneficial for either of them. Even if Creed avoids Jake's potential last strike with his accurate perception in those last moments, then Jake would throw another one, and then another one, and therefore Creed would get stabbed, eventually.

But Creed never wanted to trick him so he would always do this losing-act subtly, or so he thought. Jake was not a newborn fighter either. His own grandfather, a 'Monarch Echelon head' had honed his instincts, so he sensed something was wrong except he didn't know what.

Jake never had a thought of someone losing intentionally, so he could never rationalize Creed's actual intent. Ultimately Jake concluded that Creed lost because of Gap of strength between them, which was indeed true. Jake never really had the chance to realize how unbelievable Creed's perception was.

Creed believed that there was a logic behind his intentional loss. He believed no improvement would come from dragging the spar because it was like expecting an infant who couldn't even walk to defeat a boy who runs daily. It was a pointless struggle for both of them if he kept on with the facade, but he never realized his actions were triggering anxiety inside Jake.

The feeling of persistent dissatisfaction that Jake used to have in the back of his head in previous sessions with Creed now suddenly magnified and grew very real and intense.

Jake concluded that the gap of strength was the real reason for the slight uneasiness he felt when it was actually the gap of talents between them, where the so-called 'loser' Creed had a slight upper hand. And with teenage boys' personalities, none of them really thought that deeply.

Now with 63 points in his root chakra, Creed had closed the gap to match Jake's physical strength, a little, that is only if Jake keeps his chakra closed. This sudden escalation of events immediately caught Jake's attention.

He almost thought he was not fighting Creed, but someone unknown.

His eyes were still fixed on Creed, but a slightly primitive tint of threat was looming over his face. His expressions were too detached to be called ordinary. Suddenly Creed's mind experienced a jolt of electricity after glancing at him. 

"Why the heck are you smiling like a psychopath?" Creed saw Jake smiling like a creep, uttered some words to break the wall of awkwardness. "You thinking something perverted about that witch Alia, aren't you?"

Creed's question entered his Jake Ears, his face stiffened as if he got drawn back from a daydream. 

"I don't know what to say but ... dude!! you have improved," Jake looked at him with admiration. "You're training secretly or what? Have you been are training under some hidden master!"

"What?" Creed showed him his digital knife. "I have only 25 points in my knife, show me how much you got?"

"It doesn't matter, I was really, really close to release my chakra flow. That means you have gotten strong. Let's stop the practice for now!!"  Jake didn't show him his knife and changed the topic." You can even count this as my first loss to you. Good job!" 

After they stopped they both went to attend some theoretical lectures and then both went back to their own quarters. Jake had a faint smile on his face the entire time.

"Dammit, I should not have taken him lightly." Creed looked at his knife's numbers.

"The guy is a fucking battle maniac. Dad also used to have the same smile when he fought. I should have realized this sooner."

After that, he could only hope that Jake wouldn't think too much about this. He went back to his same old routine of synthesizing, killing, and hunting. He did not want to delay his progress as this was necessary before the JET begins.

Eight more days passed and with his steady progress, he got 26 points which raised his total points from 63 to 89 points. He kept his hunting in control because if he was much showed what kind of godly progress he had made in the last 24 days to anyone, they would spill blood.

JETs were only 10 days away, Creed now knew that he will cross the threshold by his way in less than 8 days. So he felt he should take things easy and sell all the overflowing beast hides and materials in his room first. He dropped his plan to hunt today and wanted to clean up his room as soon as possible, so he left his room with a bag full of dead creatures and went to the local market.

When he reached the local market he went inside a custom-made shop with a board that said  'Mistress of the Moon'. This was a shop that was owned by a veteran mercenary. Cadets usually called her the 'Gorilla Cyclops'. Her actual name was Luna Agnes.

She had opened her own shop in the camp. She was very powerful and mysterious. People often mentioned that she is as strong as a Monarch Echelon.

"They never saw her fight, still they spread many fabricated rumors about her. She was ordinary in appearance, but people nicknamed her 'gorilla cyclops' because of her bionic arms and an unexpected temper."

Over the entire year, she had taunted him and made many disgusting remarks on him too, but Creed didn't pay attention to that stuff and occasionally did business with her since her price was fair and she had also detached from the army, so she could save him a lot of trouble of keeping hides and carcasses a secret from others.

"So the biggest loser of the century came again, eh?" Luna mocked her customer with a sneer. "How can I offer my services to you, lord of the stinks?"

Creed kept his bag down on the floor.

"Hello! Lady Luna, I want to exchange the beast hides and some leftover carcasses from some long-range and mid-range weapons!" 

"Why bother? You will die in JETs, anyway!" Luna taunted him after a sarcastic grin. "So why waste weapons ?"

"Thank you, ma'am, for advising me about the potential dangers ahead," Creed showed her a pile of dead skin and bones. "But I would still like to go along with it."

"For this much, I can only give you two mid-range plasma bombs or one long-range energy blaster," Luna sighed as she glances at the pile. "No returns, no negotiation, take it, or leave it !"

"Ma'am I am very sorry but actually I have 9 more bags, such as this, can you please recalculate the price?"  Creed asked politely.

"9 mo...  don't fucking test my patience kid!" Luna gestured him to leave "Just bring the whole damn thing, then I will decide the price"

After that, he brought all the bags one by one. She gazed at the pile, then asked him.

"You still have your root chakra closed, right?" Luna got curious about the gigantic pile of beasts' bodies. "When did you kill so many beasts? "

"Yeah, I still haven't opened it yet, but I am getting close to it. Half of these are my entire year of effort." Creed then presented her with a made-up story.  "Half of them are Jake's but he couldn't come so he asked me to sell them."

"Kid, don't lie to me ... these beasts are at most two months old, even if you preserve them." Luna had a peculiar look on her face now. "But I don't like to pry in other's business, so I'll let it slide ... that is, if you answer my one question ."

"What is it, Ma'am? " - Creed had no option but to ask.

"Have you ever heard about a man named 'Paurush' ?".

Comments (2)
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Pete Sparx090
this was not the book I meant though it is true it costs a lot on the first chapter you have to pay for
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asim faruqi
y the chapter opening costs soo much for this book

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