Atwell Orphanage
Lakane district
Pele city
Haumea Nation
10th May 285 A.G.M (After the Great Migration)
Eighteen years after the Halley Incident
Eren lay on his bed, thinking about what Ash had said. Hours had passed by, the events of dinner came and gone, and Eren was still thinking about it. His mind flashed back to the day that Mother Ruth had taken him to the clinic. He had gone to test if he had a spiritual gate and to his surprise, he had it. As a kid, Eren had been happy, and ecstatic that he would form an Essence core in in his spiritual gate, but it never happened. He waited, seeing his fellow brothers and sisters manifesting theirs, whether it was trivial or impressive like Ash's, Eren had been jealous of them. He remembered wondering why he was the exception. Why was he the freak with a Spiritual gate and yet could not form an essence core within his soul to produce Spiritual power? Why was he the one to have been born with his physical abilities while the others had been blessed by Mana? In the end, his raw strength and speed were useless, because even a Mage or a Mana warrior with the right technique could match the level of strength that he had. So what use was he going to have during the practical exam? That was what Ash had been trying to tell him. But Eren was stubborn. When he set his mind to something, he never gave up. He had always been that way from birth. As a ten-year-old, he had forced Mother Ruth to train him. Teach him various martial arts skills. Since she was a former Hunter, she had been the best option to learn from. But even that wasn't going to help him survive the damn practical test. Eren got up from his bed. He was restless and agitated. Just thinking about his future was giving him too much anxiety. That was how important it was to him. And not just for himself, but also for his siblings. Eren wanted to prove to them that even with their low Mana, they could be worth something in this world. That their lives mattered. But for him to prove it, he needed power. Eren didn't care what type of power he gained, all that mattered was that he had to continue training. Continue to push his body beyond what it was capable of, and the result would be worth it in the end.
*
Alastor Kinsway sat within the clouds, watching over the orphanage as he considered what his plan would entail. After the break-in that they had at the Zangrteus Library, he had volunteered himself to investigate the break-in and who could be behind it. He had tracked the strange Mana to the nation of Haumea, one of the industrial nations in the Global Union. After the Lumerion empire, Haumea had the most resources when it came to Mana, so they were among the richest nations in the world. The nation had a mix of Mages, Mana warriors, and mundanes, but the downside to it was that it was one of those countries affected by Maleficiants due to the excessive negative energy that plagued it. Alastor had been here, during the year off he had after Namer Academy, traveling the world and trying to find himself. He had grown to love Haumea the most out of all the other twelve nations within the Global Union. This land was the land where his ancestors once lived, before the third world war and the Great Migration. Alastor was Skywalking above Atwell Orphanage, a center for Manaborn orphans. He was familiar with centers like this. It was common to see them in places outside of the Lumerion empire, Mana children taken in by the nation's government. Some of them might try to become a Hunter while some would settle for a job within their home government, helping with the maintenance of their nation's infrastructure. Of course, those who became Hunters were offered citizenship to the holy land of Lumerion, the center of the religion Lumerian. The building of this orphanage was not the best he had seen, it was a rundown version of what used to be a church, the roof was tattered, with cracks around it. Alastor focused on his scanner, keeping track of his target. The Mana he had tracked had become dimmer and dimmer the more he had followed it. And now he could barely even trace it with his Internal senses. He had to rely on the Magitech that could see past the visible spectrum and into the invisible spectrum of Mana that even he couldn't see. Alastor had tracked the energy to what had been a school, where he had come across two boys. They were students of the public school, and it seemed that a fight had been going on. Alastor had watched the fight. One of them was an Elementalist, able to conjure fire within his fist. A basic Mana technique that any Elementalist could do. His Mana level was also not that great. But the boy he was fighting, that was a different story. The boy lacked any speck of Mana, not even a single drop. Even the spiritual power one needed to convert to gain Mana was absent. Most humans had a little bit of spiritual energy within them. The spiritual power that made them aware of the Maleficants. That was because Mana was everything in this world. And yet, Alastor could not help but be amazed by the existence of such a Manaless kid. He wasn't that tall, average height with a broad shoulder, but with the stance the kid took during the fight, Alastor could tell that the boy had been in a lot of fights. The boy was trained for combat, there was no doubt about it. The other kid had no training, only his magical power, and yet the boy was handling the kid with magic like he was nothing. The boy was fast enough to evade the fire-encased punches, using speed and technique to evade and attack. Alastor could feel the punches that the boy was throwing at the kid, his physical strength able to bypass the thin level of the Mana barrier that the other boy was conjuring. Alastor was surprised. The boy had no magical power, and no Battle aura to enhance himself. it was just his physical ability and training that made up for it and decided the outcome of the fight. It was impressive but Alastor didn't think about it too far. Against Mage or Mana Warriors with a high level of Mana, the boy wouldn't stand a chance. It was a pity that the other kid couldn't use the body-strengthening spell. It would have given him more of an advantage. Alastor went back into tracking the strange Mana, and doing so made him follow the Manaless kid. Alastor didn't care for the boy, instead focusing on the other kid that was with him. The light brown kid was encased in a wall of pure Mana, Mana that seemed calm and collected. Alastor had been thrown off by it, the level of Mana that the kid had. It was beyond normal. Almost like the World energy favored him. It made sense. If this strange Mana was following them, then it meant that the kid was probably targeted by a Maleficant. Maleficants were drawn to places with negative emotions and large amounts of Mana. And the boy had a lot. So now Alastor was waiting in the middle of the night. Waiting for the mystical entity to show up. But it didn't. Nothing was going on, and Alastor was beginning to get tired. He hadn't slept for a long time and he was getting bored also. He took the scanner away and was about to walk away when he saw the boy. It wasn't the Mana-blessed kid, no, it was the Manaless one. He had jumped off the window from the third floor, landing on the ground like it was nothing. He was in a tracksuit with a gym bag. He searched around his surroundings like he was making sure no one saw him leave the compound. His behavior reminded Alastor of his sister when she used to do the same, sneaking out of the house without Father's permission. Alastor couldn't help but smile at it… But then the World's energy trembled. He felt it as soon as the boy leaped through the gates. The strange Mana. It flickered, coming to life, and...heading straight for the boy. Alastor moved quickly, making sure to follow the kid. What the hell was going on? Why was the Maleficant, or whatever this strange Mana was, following the boy? He had no Mana to consume. Alastor shoved all those questions away as he followed the boy around the District. A break-in at the Star King's library, a place that had Barriers around it that were unbreakable, even to someone like his sister. And yet, someone had figured out a way to undo it and broke into the building. And had stolen something from the Library. That person...whoever the strange Mana belonged to, was now in Haumea spying on a random kid in some random city. Why? What did this kid have to do with the Star King and the Zangretus family? Alastor's thoughts went to the missing Star King. He was the captain of Division Five of the Global Hunter Association. And the Head of the Zangretus family. But eighteen years ago, he had vanished. No one knew what had happened to him or where he was. It had been difficult keeping track of things due to the Incident that had happened on Namer Island. The Halley incident in which ten thousand souls were lost. No one in the Zangretus family even knew where he had disappeared to and the fact that the Star King's Divine weapon didn't return to the current family's bloodline, meant that he was still alive. Alastor knew what he had to do. Something was going on and he needed to find out more about it. But before he did anything, he had to contact his sister and update her on what he had discovered. Alastor stopped halfway in initiating contact with Alex. Though he had been following the kid, he hadn't paid attention to his surroundings. But now he could see where he was. He had arrived in the middle of what looked to be a warehouse district, rows of buildings were sized up before him. But in the middle of the place, was a large building that people were approaching. Alastor noticed the barrier that was placed around the building, a two-layer barrier that would keep out unwanted guests. Alastor didn't worry about it as his eyes were on the kid. He took out his grimoire, and cast a camouflage spell, hiding his body within the shadow as he followed the kid inside the building. Alastor didn't know what he expected to see entering the building, but the sound of cheering, and yelling, followed by the smell of blood was a tad bit unexpected. So that's what the barrier was for. To keep the noises from attracting unwanted attention from the police. There was a rush of electricity around the atmosphere of the building, people gathered around what looked to be a circular cage, and inside were two competitors beating the shit out of each other. The only source of light came from the two Light projectors on top of the ceiling which blasted down bright white lights, and outside of the light, the audience was mixed with the darkness. Alastor got rid of his camouflage spell as he mixed in with the audience.
"Who ya gonna put your quid on, Castello or Onyanko!" A better yelled out to the audience as he began taking bets from each of the audience. Alastor had heard of places like this before, local street fights among martial arts users. Though they tried their best to hide it, the world at large was quite aware of its existence. Most of the MMA champions were once a part of the local cage fights. This was the place where international teams sent their scouts to look for new champions. Was this why the boy had come here? Was this where he spent his time, participating in cage fights? Well, from what he saw of the boy, he was a proficient fighter. There was no doubt that his martial art was good enough but against MMA fighters, Alastor wasn't so sure. Alastor froze…wait where was the boy? And the strange Manna…it was gone. He couldn't sense it anymore.
"And what a knockout! Onyanko continues to remain as this district's top reigning champion!" the announcer called out. Alastor had seen the knockout. It had been a merciless ripping hook to the livers, Castello unable to respond to the attack. MMA fights were different from real-life combats that most Hunters went through. After all the fights happened in a ring, under regulations and rules. In the real world, none of that mattered. But here, in the cage, fights only consisted of using hand-to-hand combat aided by the use of Magic or Martial power. It was a brutal fight that only those that were tough could contend with.
"Is there anyone who wishes to contest the reigning champion!" the announcer called out. He was a midget man, a gnome, clothed in a brown suit, his jaw lined with a curly brown beard. His eyes landed on the other side of the cage, where most of the fighters could be found. But none of them said anything, their eyes on the unconscious Castello who had been dragged out of the cage and was on a stretcher.
"No one…Is Onyanko going to continue his reign of dominating this cage? Is there no one that can stop his 13-win and 0-loss streak…" There was no response. "I guess Onyanko remains the-"
"I will," A voice said.
"Wait..there seems to be at last a challenger…who could it be…" As if he had summoned it, the light from the projector landed on the boy Alastor had been following. He was there among the fighters, the tracksuit he wore was gone. He had on a black shirt and black pants, his fist was wrapped in bandages, and the air around him felt cool and calm. Was he crazy? Alastor thought to himself. From the finishing blow he had seen from Onyanko, he could tell the man was a tough and powerful opponent. Probably around the Intermediate rank as a Cultivator. The kid stood no chance against him. But Alastor did nothing as he gazed at the confidence within the boy's eyes. He didn't even seem fazed as the audience began to laugh at him, booing him. The other fighters gave him space as he approached the rings.
"Well! Well! Well! Who would think of it, the top reigning loser of the ring, the brat with no speck of Mana, Eren Walker, versus the top reigning champion, Onyanko!" Unlike Eren who hadn't received any cheers, the whole building was filled with the scream of the audience as they began demanding blood.
"What do you say champion, care to give the people one last finisher!" Even the announcer had already proclaimed the Champion's win. Onyanko, a tall dark-skinned fighter, held his right arm up. He was tall, probably around seven feet with crushing muscles that were strengthened by the flow of Mana rushing through his Mana circuits. Alastor could see why he was the champion of this rag-tag competition.
"Well Folks, it seems we have an appetizer to sate us over the exhilarating fight from before," The announcer said. The kid, Eren, entered the cage, making sure to not step on the red-stained mat. He got into a stance, his arms centered in front of his face, his legs stamped on the floor mat. The audience jeered, some cursing, yelling obscenities that Alastor didn't care to listen to. The atmosphere around the kid was not the same that he had felt against those two kids he had fought before. Alastor couldn't help but feel the hair on him stiffened as he felt a familiar sensation that he hadn't expected to sense. He looked around the building, expecting to see his sister…but she was nowhere close to him. That was when Alastor realized the source of his apprehension. That feeling was coming from the kid himself. Eren Walker.
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Eren had always been fascinated by the world of MMA-mystic martial arts-, always catching up on the shows, obsessed with the latest Heavyweight champion event and who would come out on top. He didn't care that the world of MMA was bloody, chaotic, and life-threatening, it was a rush that filled Eren with the greatest pleasure. If he hadn't gained his dream of becoming a Hunter, a MMA fighter was the path he would have stride for. Fortunately for Eren, MMA accepted fighters who were unable to use magic. It didn't matter whether the power you used was gained from an Enchanted tool, from Mana, or some kind of unique ability, as long as you could fight, they accepted you. Eren had discovered this place on his sixteenth birthday, just by luck, when he impressed one of the promoters by knocking one of his bodyguards with one punch. The sleek guy had suggested Eren compete in one of the matches that he was setting up. He had been so excited to get into the world of MMA, that he had practiced for weeks. Only to be disappointed when he was told to throw the match, and let some of the other fighters get a chance at winning. It was something that went against his belief, the core of who he was…but he needed the money. So he forced himself to give up his win. Ever since then, for the past two years, he had acted as the punching joke of this damn place. But not anymore. In the coming months, either Eren gets accepted into Namer Academy or he uses this chance to begin making a name for himself within the MMA community. And he couldn't do that if he was the laughingstock of this damn lot. So Eren was prepared for what he was about to do. He stared at his opponent, Onyanko, the champion who had brutally defeated Castello. There was no denying the toughness and strength of his opponent. He was strong. Not that Eren could sense the Magical power within him…but he just got the sense that he was very strong. Strong enough that when he defeated him, everyone would have no choice but to acknowledge his power. When the bell signaled that the match had started, Onyanko held a mocking grin as he exposed himself, like Eren was unable to take advantage of the opening. Eren didn't hesitate as he rushed towards the champion. His movement was quick, precise, and sharp, generating explosive power from his leg's muscle and controlling its output. He sent a triple kick at Onyanko. He was caught off guard by the intensity of the kick, Eren careful enough to be efficient with the power he put into his attack. Onyanko's body moved backward, the force of the kick ringing in his ear, but thanks to his experience, he was able to rub it off. The little brat had got him off guard. After all, he hadn't expected a boy with no Mana to move that fast. He took a defensive stance as the brat started a combination of punches, forgoing using his legs. The storm of punches that the kid was using was impressive, not giving Onyanko the chance for a counterattack. This wasn't good. Onyanko could feel his magical defense breaking down just due to the strength of the kid. What kind of Martial arts was the kid using? He hadn't experienced any fighting style that could generate this much force. If he continued to receive those blows, he might lose to the brat. That thought sent a feeling that Onyanko couldn't explain. Without thinking, not knowing what he was doing, Onyanko yelled out a Defensive spell.
(Blue Shield) A circular disc manifested in front of Onyanko, blocking the uppercut punch that Eren had prepared to finish the match. His fist felt like it had finally smacked against steel itself, his attack unable to reach Onyanko. He had planned to swiftly finish the fight with a knockout before Onyanko could do anything drastic by exploiting that openness that Onyanko had. But it seems that Onyanko wasn't the champion for nothing. He had recovered faster from his surprise than Eren had expected and had made a move to throw Eren off him. And now he was about to counterattack- Eren felt the rear end kick before he even realized that he had been kicked. Luckily his body had reacted on instinct, his arms blocking the kick. But his body still zoomed backward, hitting the wall of the cage. The pain was all Eren could feel, the sounds of the audience zoned out. Damn it. He had underestimated the power of a Heavyweight champion. Eren felt an incoming danger that made him endure the pain. He reacted swiftly, moving out of the way as Onyanko's fist came slamming down. A flash of white light, Onyanko's fist tore through the ground. Eren attempted a couple of four-directional punches infused with a hundred percent output of his power against the blue shield. He saw Onyanko's expression as his fist brushed against the shield, which told Eren that it was taking a lot out of him to maintain the spell. If Eren wanted to win, he had to get rid…the shield was gone, and Onyanko's body slammed against Eren. While Eren tried throwing a jab with his right arm, Onyanko caught it, pushing it down, and his right fist swerved toward Eren's face. The air around his fist burnt hot with the Mana infused within the incoming attack, but Eren responded by moving his foot towards him while using an outside block to cut off the power that Onyanko was generating. The champion was surprised at the speed and thoughtfulness that Eren had performed, unable to do anything against the throw-down that followed as Eren used his foot to trip him. But the Champion didn't let that hinder him. He held on to Jax's right arm and swung his foot with the intent to kick him against the wall again. Eren's body flipped through the air, but thanks to his physical ability, he was able to land agilely on the ground. He turned around just as a flash of white light gazed at his right leg. Onyanko's right arm was outstretched, heat coming off it. The Champion had not intended to use any combat spells against a mundane fighter but the boy before him was no ordinary kid. He might be Manaless but he had strength equaled to a Hyperborean, a race known for their superstrength and Battle power. A superhuman being that was well above the average Mana warrior when it came to combat skills. To treat him like he was not a threat would only result in his downfall. Eren gritted his teeth against the pain as he began to bleed. He could hear the announcer pointing out that Onyanko had finally drawn the first blood in the match, but Eren didn't pay much attention to the audience's cheers. That white light was something he was familiar with. It was a combat spell that he had seen Ash use before or many MMA fighters. So he wasn't surprised that Onyanko had used it on him. He smiled. First, it was a defensive spell, and now it was an offensive spell. Eren couldn't help but salivate at the thrill that he had been acknowledged by the champion. He had been in his fair share of fights but this was the first time that Eren had truly gone against someone above him in a serious fight. Throughout this fight, the pain that Onyanko had given him was something he had never felt before. It was exhilarating, exciting, a rush that he couldn't fully put into words. Onyanko couldn't help but marvel at the boy before him. He was no ordinary human. Onyanko came from the south where Mana warriors were more common than Mages, but even they had not given him the feeling he was getting from Eren Walker. There was a distinctive aura around him, a battle aura so weak that Onyanko was sure not everyone in the building could feel it. He bet even the boy didn't even realize what was happening. He had seen the look in the boy's eyes in his past. On those who truly fought for the thrill of it. Those maniacs who love nothing more than the pleasure that a fight gives them. Eren Walker was a battle maniac, but a fresh bud at the moment. Onyanko shot his fists forward releasing a couple shots of the Mana cannon he had used before. Eren was ready for the attack. He focused on evasion. Leaping around, evading the white light that created dents on the ground, chunks of cement flying up. Eren easily caught some of them and without thinking, up in the air, he shot back the rocks at Onyanko. Onyanko dodged each of them, moving towards the spot where Eren was going to land just in time to dish out another attack spell.
(Shock seal) Onyanko's palm strike hit Eren in his guts, and a ripple of Mana coursed through his body, sending him into a fit of disorientation. Blood spurted from his mouth as his insides felt like they were about to come out of it. He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't even respond as Onyanko laid on him punches. He punched and punched, Eren unable to block or dodge, the spell that Onyanko had used to immobilize him in the same spot. Eren felt his lips crack, felt as the skin on his eyebrows swole up, and then Onyanko prepared for his finishing blow. The same attack he had used on Castellio, a rippling hook concentrated with the full might of his Magic on Eren's guts. Eren was prepared to hurl his contents outside, prepared for the knockout that was coming but all that happened was that the punch just sent him crashing against the cage. The pain was there but it hadn't been that bad. He blinked…not knowing what had happened. Was the magic Onyanko used not enough? He saw the look of astonishment on the champion's face like he couldn't believe Eren had tanked the attack. Eren put his hands on the spot that should be hurting, and when he felt what was underneath his shirt, he blinked in surprise. Shit! What am I doing? Now was the time for him to strike. If he was going to win this match, then he had no choice but to risk it all. This gamble would decide who the winner was. He concentrated by taking a deep breath, focusing on his footwork, and then maximizing his full power output. A second ticked by as he took in deep breaths, and then Eren made a move. Onyanko had sensed the change in the atmosphere around Eren right at the same time that he lost track of him. He couldn't use the Blue Shield spell again, but this time he had prepared his Magic to strengthen his defense even though he didn't have enough Mana to put into it. The attack came out of nowhere, the punch sent him right outside the cage, across the huge room, crashing into the wall where some of the audience were seated. Onyanko, the reigning champion of the Lakane district, had been knocked out by a punch from a Manaless boy. That was the thought process of all the audience members who had watched the match with their own eyes.
"I…I can't believe it. Onyanko, the reigning champion with no loss and 13 wins so far has finally been taken out. What…In the hell happened?" the announcer called. It didn't take long before the crowd began to cheer loudly, their voice turned from jeering to a fit of shock and excitement.
~
For a moment, Alastor lost track of Eren's movement, unable to keep up with the astounding speed that he had exhibited. After the damage was done, and Eren had been declared the winner, Alastor found himself going over the fight again. He had already acknowledged that the boy had good combat skills for someone his age. Maybe even better than his age group within the Great Families. He had the typical physical abilities of a Hyperborean but his speed was something else. There was no doubt that his speed and reaction ability were what gave him the edge in the fight. And what about that final attack? To most people who had seen it, it looked like Onyanko had lost against a normal punch but to Alastor's senses the punch had not been ordinary. It wasn't magic but something else entirely. Alastor had sensed a form of power different from magic. But after the attack, that wave of power that had been flowing out of Jax was gone. But Alastor couldn't deny the existence of the Martial aura that had been emitted when the punch made contact with Onyanko. But how was that possible for the kid to have a Martial aura? He had no Mana which was refined to generate either Magical power or Martial aura. In this world of theirs, there were two paths of cultivation one could take. Magic Cultivation or Martial Cultivation. But both paths relied on Mana at the end of the day. Alastor moved from the spot he had been, positioning himself in the direction of Eren's walk to the changing room. The boy's wound was gone, his face looked like it hadn't been clobbered and he seemed to be walking fine, the wound on his leg gone. So he could also rejuvenate quickly. Interesting!
"Nice fight," Alastor said as the boy passed by him. Eren turned around to reply but Alastor Kinsway was long gone. Eren could have sworn that someone had spoken to him but there was no one there. He shrugged, got to the changing room, and found a spot where he could sit down. He still couldn't believe that he had won…that his gamble had paid off. Jax couldn't believe his luck. He was completely tired and exhausted, his stamina drained away for the first time in a long while. That was the first time Jax had used his Max speed strike skill against anyone. He hadn't been sure if it would be enough to deal with a Mage or Mana warrior. The skill required him to output more than a hundred percent of his muscular power into his punch by maximizing his speed and charge. But that wasn't what Eren was concerned about. He drew out the object inside his shirt, the object that had protected him from Onyanko's finishing blow. It was a book. Wait a moment…Jax recognized the book though it should be impossible. It was the same book he had seen earlier today by the river bank with Ash. But hadn't Ash thrown it away? Eren checked the book, it wasn't much, its shabby cover was blank similar to the inside of the book. Nothing was written within it, no words or images, just blank white pages. The book wasn't thick or thin but still, it didn't make sense how the book had appeared inside his shirt and blocked Onyanko's attack. If it hadn't been for it, Eren would be the one knocked out. Should he throw it away? It was just a book…a book that had saved him. He couldn't help but smile at his luck. Who knows maybe the book might bring good luck to him again. Eren stowed the book inside his gym bag and got ready to go when the door to the room opened, and Onyanko waltzed in looking all healed up. Eren froze, expecting the former champion to be angry and demanding a rematch or something…only when Onyanko saw him, he didn't seem to be mad or bitter.
"Oh! It's you, Walker. I didn't expect to see you again," Onyanko said. There was a slight accent in his voice indicating that he wasn't originally from the Nation of Haumea. Eren recognized the accent as belonging to the Nri empire in the south. The Nri Empire was one of the places that was high on Eren's list of countries to visit. It was an empire rumored to rival the Holy Empire of Lumerion, the most powerful nation among the thirteen nations of the Global Union.
"I'm just getting my things," Eren said. After that he planned to go get his winnings from the manager, hopefully, this time he had gained a lot of quid.
"That was a great fight. If I had known you were a Hyperborean, I definitely would have been more on guard," Onyanko said. Jax was surprised to hear the word Hyperborean from his mouth. Onyanko noticed Eren's confusion which made him grin at him. "In my country in the southern continent, Mana Warriors are more common than Mages, and most of the Mana warriors were known to carry Hyperborean bloodline. Which is why I left the damn place, to make a name for myself. Who would have thought I would meet one of you guys in a Magic country." He then proceeded to laugh, his defeat at Jax's hand forgotten at the moment.
"Um, sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a Hyperborean," Eren said. That was the god's honest truth. Eren's physical abilities had always been strange to him. So Mother Ruth had done an ancestry test to test his race and sure enough, Eren was a pureblood human. Nothing could explain why he had above-average physical abilities.
"Oh, really," Onyanko said in surprise.
"Yes, but wait a moment, you're from the Nri empire," Eren said, eager to move the topic away from himself.
"Yes, though it's been a while since I've been there," Onyanko said. He opened his drawer, getting his things from the inside. Then he turned to Eren. "It's always been my dream to become a Heavyweight champion…. My manager told me there were gonna be scouts here for the major leagues today but I don't think I did well losing to you. Tell me Eren, do you want to win the championship belt?" Eren hesitated…not sure of what to say. It was true that if you wanted to get into the big leagues of Mystical martial arts tournaments, being scouted by popular clubs was the best route to go but Eren had never once thought about being scouted. It wasn't his dream to walk the path of a MMA fighter.
"No. I have no intention of being a professional MMA fighter," Eren said.
"Huh! Seriously. With that talent of yours, you could probably make it in the big leagues even without Mana." Onyanko said. "Then what do you want to do? I assume you have a dream, right?"
"I do," Eren said. He had a dream, one that he had for as long as he could remember. But to be able to achieve it, Eren had no choice but to walk one path. "To become a Hunter." After that, Eren left Onyanko, the former champion speechless by what the boy had said so boldly and calmly.