“Indeed.” The mystic had sensed him, of course. The mighty Blitz Keir was not someone who could flaunt anywhere he wanted without being noticed. Even the weakest of the pupils could feel the faintest strands of his power circulating around them. But Kenjin had to hand it to Blitz, it was difficult for people to track the mystic when he wasn’t trying to be found. Blitz took the seat next to him, but didn’t look at him. The mystic returned the gesture, and gazed ahead at some of the students in training. “You’re quite lucky, Blitz,” he said.

The flame lord raised his brow. “How so, Kenjin?” he inquired.

“I don’t often like being found,” he explained. “You must be getting significantly better, Blitz Keir, to sense me.” As he said this, the long blond hair that he had been hiding under faded, and the avatar’s head became covered with raven locks. The tall man surveyed the establishment. “I suppose you have come here to challenge me, haven’t you.” Kenjin took notice of the well-known Supernova strapped to the man’s side, and grinned. “I rather like the notion.”

“Really, Kenjin?” Blitz grinned. A nearby waiter arrived to take the flame lord’s order, but Blitz waved him away with his hand. “Shall we begin?”

The mystic shook his head. “I think not,” he replied. “Not here, anyway. I wouldn’t want to disrupt these fine gentlemen’s evenings. Besides-” He glanced to the barkeep. “I don’t want anyone to have to pay any damages. Shall we meet outside on the rooftop?”

Blitz liked the idea, for he nodded. “Five minutes?”

Kenjin stood up, and bowed slightly. “I’ll see you there. I should obtain proper protection from that famous sword of yours.” Throughout the entire exchange, both men had been very polite about their intentions, as if discussing plans for a golf game. Kenjin opened his eyes in the spirit of competition, and the dark pools glared into Blitz with the anticipation of an excellent battle. Kenjin departed from the small tavern, walked down the stairs, and made his way into the alleyway.

He whistled as he leapt over the wall, using his very powerful leg muscles, and landed on the roof as calmly as if he’d been skipping over a puddle. “I should get a weapon,” he decided, and glanced around the rooftop. There was little there, save for a doorway into the lower levels and a few boxes. He grinned, and held out his hand as he walked to the largest box on the top of the pile. Reality warped around it, transforming the wood into a sharp, but still wooden sword. He tested it, it was powerful. It would stand up against Blitz’s Supernova, until at least the flame lord did what he was so well-known for doing.

He heard another pair of footsteps. “Hello, Blitz,” he said, as his opponent drew near.

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