Reality Fights の小説・ストーリー

Gio's first fight at high school didn't last long, about ten minutes, just long enough to attract attention of several students and the football and cheerleading coaches. Brock and Chris tried every way they knew to land a punch, but those that saw the fight would say Gio moved like one of those windsock puppets at the used car lot; or the more geeky of them, like Neo in the Matrix movies. He blocked and tossed used palm and knife hand strikes leaving the two jocks with split lips bloody noses and a good case of scrapes and road rash from being thrown to the parking lot repeatedly.

“This war … you know … it’s not only against you. It’s against everything. To be against the very warp and woof of reality itself.” Serena tilted her head and squinted. “Then I’ll tear reality to shreds if it brings it to pass.” Her tone steady, her gaze unflinching at the stare of the beast. “Because I fight for as long as I stand. And I’m not going to give up until this is done.” The room vibrated again, but not the air or the walls in motion. Even the ground seemed to know what was coming. But even just there, the darkness flinched a little, it hesitated for the first time.

The realization hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Eleanor had been right… in a fight, the are a match. Dom's eyes narrow. And then with a sneer of his own , “Heh,” they truly begin to fight. The first exchange happens so fast my eyes can barely track it. Fist meets fist, kick counters kick, and each impact sends shockwaves rippling through the air. The sound is like thunder trapped in an echo chamber—a continuous rumble of colliding forces that makes my bones vibrate.

But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality. The line between reality and fiction has been thinned out. The concepts of reality no longer seemed solid, and the talks of fiction no longer sounded imaginative. Reality and fiction were blending together. And I didn't know what belonged where. Next day, for the first class of self-defense, we were all gathered in the gymnasium. The instructor relayed to us that getting onto the defense tricks, we needed to work on our punches and kicks. I was assigned a punching bag to practice on. The damn thing was as hard as concrete. I punched it and

"You'll fight with will. With belief. With—conviction. Whoever believes harder wins. Whoever's more certain of their reality imposes it. That's the combat. That's the battle. That's—everything." "How do I train for that?" "By fighting me. Over and over. Me using the same principle. Imposing my reality. You imposing yours. Winner is whoever's more convinced. More certain. More—unshakeable in their belief." They fought. Not physically. Mentally. Reality against reality. Belief against belief. Will against will. Helena won. Every time. Easily. Completely. Aria's reality crumbling against Helena's certainty. Her conviction. Her—absolute belief.

I shot at him, earning a laugh before he pulled into the driveway that looked like an abandoned eatery, we put on our masks, everyone had masks, they had to since it was illegal to be here. Stepping into the crowded room that had the big fighting ring at the middle of it, Kai went away to sign me up for a fight like he did every time we came here. People that paid money to watch fights here were psychopaths with different kinds of masks to hide their faces, and i was the first on that chart. Fights like these were dangerous, people could die, there were no referees, no rules, your life was completely in the hands of your opponent, you would decide if you want to let them go after you’ve won

About the bloodied bodies I’d seen in Dalton’s office? Matt continued, “This isn’t a battle to the death. You’re here to spar. Show strength, but don’t aim to maim or seriously injure your opponent. Understood?” A heavy silence hung in the air. “Understood?” Matt repeated, his tone sharper. A young man hesitantly raised his hand. “But if we fight too cautiously, how will we prepare for real enemies?” Matt’s expression remained unreadable. “When the time comes, there won’t be referees to stop you. No medics standing by. No rules. You’ll have your chance to experience real combat soon enough.”

After they finished the tournament fights, they would all be released, that is if they survived. Thinking of this, Kalen’s mind started drifting home again. He felt a little melancholic, but he suppressed the thought as his main goal now was to win all the fights before thinking about anything else. ************************************** Bam!! Bam!! Bam!! Kalen’s spear danced around furiously, as it slashed, crazily cutting down all the simulated targets. He was in the accuracy simulated battlegrounds; it was a virtual training ground. The simulated opponents had the strength of normal soldiers, but the sheer number of opponents was the main problem.

“Mitch, please. I know you didn’t have a fight tonight for The Rock, OK? And I don’t smell any alcohol on you at all, so you haven’t even been near a bar. But you’ve been hurt and you’re being cagey about it. So, what is it?” “I – you’re not going to like it, Reena.” “Probably not, but you’re going to tell me anyway.” “OK, OK.” He shook his head. “It was an underground fight.” Reena uncrossed her arms, and her hands went to her hips. “A what fight?” “Underground. Like, in an abandoned warehouse. Bookies, cash all over the fucking place, chalk on the floor. No rules, and most guys get taken out in dark SUVs and dumped near the E.R.”

They rolled, fists flying. Crunch— Hercules bit into Cain's knuckles so hard that blood splattered onto the concrete. He spat out the mess—along with two of his own loose teeth—before launching himself back into the fight. I nudged Jared. "Holy shit, I'm up for a good fight and all, but this looks kind of brutal." Jared nodded. "The people love it more than soap operas." "You think they're alright?" I asked, uneasy. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I heard bones break. And there's so much blood. You think it's all fake, like WWE?"