Albert ~ RAKA....
Marcus ~ RILES.........
It was Raka!!!. It was him who sent gifts!. But why??. The question lingered inside his mind and Marcus's eye shuffled through the letter.
^Hello Marcus, Heard about you from Dave. Sent this small gift just as an introduction. I hope to meet you soon at the Unreal Academy..
Raka Riles^
The letter was just a casual one. Marcus grinned, Raka Riles, descendant of The Flame Emperor just sent him introductory gifts, A TV!!
Dave sure knew amazing peoples, and if he remembered it right, Raka was in the same class as Dave and was also a part of his Academy team.
Marcus had started thinking about Raka as an adversary till now... Someone who could meet his expectations..and Raka did. His Dad said this dude was the one behind the insane production increase in the technological field for the past year!!.
Marcus was pretty sure by now that Raka was a genius ... A Prodigy. The Breat
"Thank you for the food"Marcus thanked and rose up from his chair. With two long strides he reached the wash basin. The water cleansed his 'masala' wrapped fingers as he ran them through his palm crevices.The Time for the battle was nearing as the clock on the wall his two in the afternoon. Marcus made way for his parents to wash theirs and helped his little sister Evy to wash her's by picking her up.Evy landed a kiss on Marcus's cheek after she cleaned her hands.Marcus smiled and slowly let her down. She smiled in return and thanked him.Iris was next to him, pouting at him and holding out her arms as if she were a baby."Oh c'mon, Hehe Iris you're literally 10 !"Marcus chuckled.The pouting vanished and her eyes went round like a cat pleading for a meal. No one, even Marcus couldn't argue over that.&nbs
The Driver shot up, surprised. The Carriage raced against the wind as it sped through the dirt road towards the city."Tell Raka, That I'll meet him soon in the Academy"Marcus relaxed himself back on the soft cushion and closed his eyes for a moment.His eyes seemed to burn because of the sun hitting on the. through the window.Well the thing that mattered now was...How the hell did he find about the driver??. The Driver was sweating. How'd he manage to find it out???, The Driver's thoughts were madly dancing inside his head as the carriage picked up speed.They were finally on the concrete paved road when a familiar someone spoke inside his mind (Driver's)"It was easy old man, Don't worry. I am not going to do anything to you"It was Marcus's voice. The driver turned to look through the opening. But he was sleeping on the cushion.&nb
The Rest of the 3 counters were cleared in a jiffy as Marcus invaded other counters and left them in awe.Within 10 minutes, the counters were deserted, with no one around Instead of the Revokers and the officials.Marcus stood in front of the Counters and looked at them proudly. His chest was puffed out as he felt a strange feeling of warm air creep inside his diaphragm as he breathed in and out.The Counter doors opened and the officials rushed out. All of them, even the Revokers came forth and stood as a group.All of them bowed down and cried out in unison."Thank you Marcus"His body went stiff and his shoulders popped up as red streaks of embarrassment sprayed on his face."Ah, please don't do that, I am lucky that I could help"Marcus thanked them with a bow himself.T
"MARCUSSS!!"The commentator bellowed through his microphone. Marcus nodded as soon as he heard his name echo throughout the huge arena. His steps were slow as he enjoyed the atmosphere with the crowd there to cheer. Cheer? Most of them were booing at him whereas some didn't even look at him. He was just 5 meters away when he saw Gabriel look at him sharply. He was examining Marcus.He was still masked, so Gabriel hadn't yet seen his face. Marcus was also pretty sure that he was in his attire only one time in the school that day, UNMASKED. But he was also pretty much confirmed that Gabriel hadn't yet recognized him. Even though the black sleeves didn't stand out that much, but they gave an entirely different look to his high-ranking attire. Gabriel was anyways the type to ignore people he thinks are unworthy of his priceless attention and the people who get his so-called attention are mostly rich people who have a higher status
"Gotta give them a show for their money, Ya know?" Marcus laughed at the trembling figure of Gabriel. The life in his face was completely flushed out just like the air inside when the balloon pops. Gabriel stood in his place trembling, the man in front of him was the same guy whom he had challenged in the morning. And it was coincidentally Marcus too??. Gabriel's mind screamed at him. It screamed at him asking how Marcus had survived his attack and how his hand broke. The Double punch he gave him was a child's play for Marcus. Gabriel remembered how he had felt when he punched the man in front of him who claimed to be Marcus. HIS BODY FELT LIKE AN IMPREGNABLE IRON WALL!!. "No! step back" Gabriel fumbled with his words when he saw the Man he thought was a wimp walk towards him. He struggled to drag his body back through the floor. His hand
Marcus's fist didn't connect with Gabriel's destroyed face, Instead, it grazed his skull. But that was enough to shatter the clouds around them and sent Gabriel blasting down. His height reached the maximum and Marcus was paused in the air just for a second but soon felt the gravity act on him. They had reached a height where eagles flew.Gabriel's limp body sliced through the air, down into the arena with a terrifying force. Marcus was right above him, diving headfirst.The Crowd went panic mode altogether when they saw two black spots plummeting down into the earth. Gabriel's Unconscious body would have burned if it wasn't for Marcus manipulating the air around them.The speed at which they were falling was still the same when Marcus aimed Gabriel's body at the king and poked him with one of his fingers. He created a transparent air path with his other hand and manoeuvred Gabriel's still body to the g
He had a smile that reached his eyes. Marcus G Orno's hand was held up high and proud by the referee beside him.Marcus had just a second ago scored his first official victory against the king's son, his childhood enemy. The audience was the witness to the destruction of Gabriel Richard on that day.There was no way the resurrected Gabriel could deny that he lost to Marcus, whom he used to overwhelm years ago.Everything he wanted to do about the match was done. Especially the plan to act as if he was losing was the biggest success.Marcus's eyes were gleaming with pride while he stood on the elevated arena with people, the size of the entire city cheering him on.But the voice that made his eyes sparkle was the commentator's ricocheting voice through the microphone."VICTORYYYY!!!!""GIVE IT UP FOR MARCUS G ORNO PEOPLEEEE!!!!!!!"
"The winner is MARCUSSSS!!!"Booming voices of people and the commentator crammed his thoughts when the referee on his left proclaimed his name while raising his hand.The system's voice had been hauled back to the corners and he jerked his head back to reality, shutting his domain in an instant.Right now he was standing in the arena accompanied by the arbitrator and a lofty, voluminous swarm of city folks. It had been like that for 5 minutes.If his eyes were accurate, then the king was quivering when his tread hindered near him. The Monarch had stridden out of his VIP lounge and had made his route down to the combat arena where he collected Marcus's scrutiny with shivering knees.The winner was deemed to be rewarded and valued by the king after a battle. Now all Raymond was speculating beside Marcus was how to perform his part there as promptly as feasible.