After countless failed attempts, Lebo, Adam, and Ams finally returned home.
This time… no one was laughing.
They sat on the floor, exhausted.
Lebo leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
"How are we supposed to hit him…? He just redirects everything."
Ams floated slowly.
"Maybe… he has a limit?"
Adam crossed his arms.
"Of course he does. He's just playing with us."
Lebo frowned.
"What if he doesn't?"
Adam looked at him seriously.
"Then we overwhelm him."
Ams tilted its head.
"But how? When things get too much, he just dodges."
Lebo went quiet.
Thinking.
Replaying everything.
Then—
"…Wait."
They both looked at him.
"I have a plan."
"I'll hold him with gravity," Lebo said.
Adam nodded.
"Alright…"
"You attack him," Lebo continued. "As many hits as you can. Even if they miss, it'll pressure him."
Adam smirked.
"I can do seven."
Ams floated closer.
"And me?"
"You go after him. Turn into a bat—two hits."
Ams smiled.
"Easy."
"And then I go last," Lebo said. "We repeat it."
Adam thought, then nodded.
"…We've tried everything else."
Ams grinned.
"This is our best plan."
They all looked at each other.
"Let's do it."
The next day, they returned to the dojo.
The air felt heavy.
Ronan stood calmly in the center.
"You're back."
Lebo stepped forward.
"This time… we're ready."
Ronan gave a small smile.
"Show me."
Lebo raised his hand—
Gravity surged.
The ground cracked slightly as pressure forced Ronan downward.
"NOW!" Lebo shouted.
Adam dashed forward—
THUD!
"One!"
A punch toward Ronan's torso—
Redirected.
"Two!"
A kick—
Missed.
"Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!"
A storm of strikes—
All bent away at the last second.
Ams dropped from above—
Turning into a bat mid-air—
WHOOSH!
First swing—
Missed.
Second—
Missed.
Lebo rushed in—
Attacked—
Missed.
Silence.
Then—
Ronan moved.
A small step.
Then another.
Then suddenly—
He slipped out of the gravity.
He started dodging.
Not just redirecting—
Moving.
Effortlessly.
Adam attacked again—
Missed.
Ams swung—
Missed.
Lebo struck—
Missed.
Everything failed.
Again.
They jumped back, breathing heavily.
Lebo stared.
His mind racing.
Replaying every move.
"…Wait."
His eyes narrowed.
"He didn't move before…"
Adam frowned.
"What?"
Lebo pointed.
"When you attacked… he stayed still and redirected everything."
Ams nodded slowly.
"But after your seventh hit…" Lebo said.
He looked at Ams.
"And your second…"
Adam's eyes widened.
"That's nine…"
Lebo clenched his fist.
"And when I attacked after that—"
He stepped forward.
"That was the tenth."
His voice rose—
"After the tenth hit… he changed."
"He started dodging."
Silence.
"THE LIMIT…" Ams whispered.
Lebo shouted:
"IT'S TEN HITS!"
Ronan smiled.
A proud smile.
"Good job."
Then his expression changed.
"But now…"
"It's my turn."
Silence.
Lebo froze.
Adam's smirk vanished.
Ams stopped mid-air.
They all stood there—
In shock.
The air felt heavier.
Dangerous.
"…Wait," Adam said quietly.
"Something's wrong…" Lebo whispered.
Ams floated slightly back.
"He wasn't even serious before…"
Ronan took one slow step forward.
Calm.
Controlled.
But the pressure—
Was completely different.
Lebo felt it.
His body tensed.
"…He's faster."
Adam clenched his fists.
"…He was holding back."
Ronan looked at them.
"Get ready."
Then—
He vanished.
Adam was pushed back instantly.
Ams was knocked aside mid-air.
Lebo felt a force hit his chest—
He stumbled.
They couldn't keep up.
"No… not again!" Lebo shouted.
He raised his hand—
Gravity exploded outward.
The ground cracked.
Ronan slowed—
Just a little.
"HIT HIM NOW!" Lebo yelled.
Adam rushed in again.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!"
Fast.
Sharp.
Powerful.
All missed.
"I can't hold him!" Lebo shouted.
His arm trembled.
Ams attacked from above—
Spinning—
WHOOSH!
Missed.
Again—
Missed.
Everything was collapsing.
Then—
Lebo made a decision.
He released the gravity.
For one second—
Everything shifted.
Ronan adjusted—
But too late.
Lebo moved.
Faster than before.
The ground cracked—
BOOM!
Ronan turned—
But—
HIT.
A clean strike landed on his torso.
Silence.
They stood there.
Breathing heavily.
Shaking.
They did it.
Ronan smirked.
"Even when I started attacking… you still did it."
"I'm proud of you."
"Tomorrow… we begin the tests."
"WE DID IT!" they shouted.
They laughed loudly.
Real laughter.
Ams bounced.
"I almost hit him earlier!"
Adam smirked.
"I did seven hits. I carried."
Lebo laughed.
"We all did it."
Jane watched quietly.
Smiling.
Then—
She remembered.
Flashback: Jane's Training
Jane stood in the dojo.
Younger.
Frustrated.
She attacked—
Missed.
Again—
Missed.
Again—
Missed.
"Why can't I hit you?!" she shouted.
Ronan stood calmly.
"Because you are fighting the wrong way."
"I'm doing everything I can!" she said.
"No," Ronan replied.
"You're doing everything you know."
Jane froze.
"What is your strength?" Ronan asked.
"…Support," she said.
"And?" he asked.
"…Control."
Ronan nodded.
"Then stop fighting like a striker."
Jane's eyes widened.
Then she learned doing the potions, she didnt want to be supporter she denyed then she made the potions learned and now have the belt of the potions.
She threw a different potion.
It shattered—
Mist spread.
Ronan stepped forward—
Then paused.
"…Dizzy," he said.
He misstepped.
For the first time.
Jane rushed forward—
And struck—
HIT.
Ronan looked at her.
Then smiled.
"Good, you learned how to become from a supporting into integrated!"
" Stand proud you are truly special "
Back to Present
Jane blinked.
The memory faded.
She looked at them.
Laughing.
Proud.
"Good job, guys you did good jop there"
As lebo said we did our best.
(end of chapter 6)