Somewhere

The guy looked downcast and started to walk away until Stas spoke up, "Wait, Reset the machine!" Julia looked at Stas before turning it off and on again to reveal a score of 2093. The room was shocked and he smiled as he read the score, "If we add 12+10+2093 divided by 3 we get a score of 705, so contestant number 85. You move on to the starting rounds of the tournament."

The lean tall guy looked at Stas with a smile stretching from cheek to cheek, "Thank you, sir. I have finally gotten somewhere because of you, sir." Stas looked at him with a confused face and raised eyebrow, "Gotten somewhere?" The guy was still smiling as he bobbed up and down slowly. He spoke, "Because of you I move on to the tournament and have a chance to get promoted. I am still a private because every time someone stole the limelight. Thank you, sir." Stas smiled as number 85 walked away cheerfully.

"That was certainly interesting," Seth commented as he sat down matches passed for around an hour, and after the first couple of sub matches it became boring until Stas his number was called, "176 and 13." Stas got up as number 13 also stood and made their way to the centre of the room where the punching machine was stationed and she gestured to number 13 to punch.

She was a girl around 5'5 in height, she had a dark red wolf cut and was chubby. She was wearing a white button-up shirt which was a bit tight for her and black cotton trousers, which were also way too tight for her. She looked at the machine before pulling her arm back and slamming her fist into the machine. The numbers started to rise 1500, 2000, 2700, 3300, 4000, 4079... The entire room including Stas was in complete awe.

The room was silent, not even Juila spoke as she punched again 4312... It was dead silent despite her appearance she was a powerful person who could qualify for General, she pulled her hand back. Jiang looked at Seth with concern in his eyes and Seth was scared because Stas hadn't even shown this level of power. Her fist slammed against the machine, "4398" Juila said with a shocked look.

"176... Can you trump this power...?" Stas smiled as a voice yelled from the back of the hall, "Just let her move on, he can't trump it." More voices started to yell, "Just quit." Another said, "Don't embarrass yourself." Stas smiled as Juila calculated the score on her phone, "A score of... 4,263." She gestured for Stas to punch the machine.

He took a breath as people yelled, a thick smokey aura started to emanate from his body as his pupils faded from existence. He breathed in as people watched in awe as 13 smiled, a malicious smile, he pulled back his hand and punched the machine with all of his might as the number read across the machine. "5406." The girl looked at the machine in shock as the room quieted down again. He slugged the machine again, "5498..." Again he punched, "5509."

The girl fell to her knees as she read the score.

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