[b][center][u]Sector Zero - Training Grounds[/b][/u][/center]

There was an hour left, and Kisheto was ready to drop dead. Sure, the combat maneuvering courses were tiring, and the physical and cardiovascular courses were straining, but the lack of longer breaks left him on the verge of passing out, as many of the other non-military personnel had. There were two hosts that still hadn't risen from their blackouts which occurred about an hour prior during a one-on-one in the GMMAT course. 

Kisheto, above all, was angry. He felt like a pawn, constantly being yelled at for constantly messing up. The blame was half his, if not more, but still, the thought that his performance was deemed inferior irritated him. 

'[i]...wonder if that pink juice shit tastes any good. Probably could ask for some sugar from that one hot mercenary. Gotta play it cool and innocent, like I just want sugar and nothin' else. No wait, that's stupid, she's not a chef why would I ask her for sugar... Maybe I could say I'm lost, and- no wait, that's fucking lame. Ohhh, sparring partner, hell yes...[/i]' Kisheto was lost in his mind, unable to focus on the mercenary who had called for the group to gather around and watch him perform a simple GMMAT grapple attack.

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"Alright, so, here, let's see how it would look on two similar sized people. Remember, the guillotine is hopeless if your opponent is bigger. If someone of you tried it on me, I could just lift you with my neck," the instructor-mercenary said with a chuckle. He then peered into the crowd and pointed at two young men sitting near one another in the back of the group.

"You - Gold Eyes, and you - Silver Top, front and center!" he called out to Kisheto and Yugeto respectively. Kisheto snapped to attention at the sudden wave of people turning to look at Yugeto and him. Yugeto raised a brow and shrugged, "If you say so, Neckbeard," Yugeto replied, causing the audience to chuckle and the instructor to frown and reach for the hairs on his exposed neck. Kisheto laughed and looked at Yugeto, surprised he hadn't noticed such a keen individual before. 

Kisheto and Yugeto walked towards the center of the opening that the instructor made, and the group began to shift to form a large circle around the two. The instructor then nodded to Kisheto, "Alright Goldie, you're on offense. Remember, dominant hand over the opposite side and then curl downwards. Your elbows should lock right around his neck before you bring him down, and then he's all yours."
Kisheto yawned nonchalantly. "Damn, at least take me to dinner first," he said, causing the audience to laugh once more. Yugeto scoffed, "Whoa chillll.... Now's not the time for your balls to drop," he replied. Kisheto raised a brow, only slightly offended, partially due to the louder laughter that ensued around him. He had been contested.

"Yeah? Well at least I don't have old man hair, you...you fuck!" he said with a frown. The audience instantly fell silent in an awkward, passive rejection of Kisheto's reply. Yugeto smirked and tilted his head, "Is your mommy around? I might have to get her permission before I put my hands on you. Shouldn't be a problem since she was so okay with me f-"

The crowd had already began laughing, and as the laughter began to crescendo, Kisheto charged at Yugeto, interrupting his insult. He balled his fists and swung at Yugeto, causing the instructor and a few mercenaries to step forward in order to stop him, but Yugeto simply warped into a silver aura that Kisheto dashed through, nearly falling due to his misguided momentum. Yugeto reformed behind Kisheto, who spun around, his expression showing pure anger. It was childish and overly compulsive, but Kisheto had just ticked, and he wanted to beat Silvertop's ass.

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At the sight of Yugeto's spirit manipulation, a few of the mercenaries backed up, including the instructor, choosing to play passive in the wake of a host's fight. 

"FUCK YOU!" Kisheto yelled as he swung again and again at Yugeto who either ducked, swung to either side, or demateralized into spirit to evade. However, every time he tried to strike Kisheto, Kisheto also managed to dodge or block his attacks. Yugeto tried to get a spirit link on Kisheto, but Kisheto blocked his strikes by forcing away his arms by the forearms. He used his own forearms against Yugeto's, though Yugeto's force greatly overpowered Kisheto's own. Yugeto's strength wasn't canceled, it was redirected.

Yugeto finally began to get slightly annoyed, "Stop trying so hard for something so small!" he shouted. Kisheto kept giving his all, swinging his leg all the way around and nearly clipping Yugeto's ear had he not ducked diagonally. Kisheto through a flurry of punches at Yugeto's head, which Yugeto evaded and finally managed to slap both palms on Kisheto's right forearm. Yugeto smirked and yanked Kisheto off his feet, tossing him up above himself while maintaining his tight grip on the boy's arm. He then spun around and slammed Kisheto to the ground, creating a slight shockwave and denting the dirt. Kisheto coughed as he lay limp for a second, but regained his senses immediately, rolling out of the way of Yugeto's foot which stomped on empty ground. Kisheto rolled into a crouch, but coughed as he felt himself grow slightly weaker. As the dust settled, Kisheto could see why. His eyes widened before a long rope of silver light that extended from his forearm like an IV connected to Yugeto's palm. 

"Wow... probably the best tasting spirit yet..." he said with a smirk as he began yanking the spirit out of Kisheto's forearm. Kisheto cried out in pain as he fell backwards, suspended by the rope emitting from his arm. He tried with all his might to pull back, his body tilted backwards while a few feet away, Yugeto stood perfectly still, pulling the rope of spirit closer one hand at a time. 

"Wow, pretty long for a little boy," he said chuckling as the rope began to gather around his feet. Kisheto coughed and strained, but his muscles were already torn and he could barely managed to stand. Yugeto raised a brow, "Just how much do you have..." 

Yugeto stopped pulling for a second, allowing his grip to tighten. He placed both hands on the rope of spirit and his eyes began to grow silver. With a single breath, he yanked as hard as he could and an enormous burst of golden spirit rushed out of Kisheto's arm, only to gather above Yugeto. Yugeto gasped and looked above him. A humongous orb of golden spirit floated above the group, creating a shadow that covered the entire lake. The orb was connected to a thick rope of silver spirit, which appeared to be gradually turning a similar golden color. Yugeto shook his head, "The fuck are you? Some sort of bank for the ka-gays?"

Yugeto thrust his hands forward, causing the gargantuan mass of spirit to rush back into Kisheto, who coughed and gagged back to life. The instructors and the rest of the group remained silent in fear and awe. Kisheto continued to cough, but managed to speak a few words in between, 
"Nev- *[i]cough[/i]* - Never... speak of my mom..." he said weakly, still seated on the ground. 

Yugeto squinted and looked at the boy. [i]'The taste was familiar... whatever. Seems chill when he ain't trippin.'[/i] Yugeto thought as he walked forward and held out a hand. "Quit bein' so dramatic. I don't see no damn cameras around."

Kisheto wiped his mouth and looked up at Yugeto with spiteful eyes, but he sighed as he felt his body return to its over exhausted state. Taking Yugeto's hand, he pulled himself up and nodded. "Who needs the guillotine when you can pull the fucking ghost juice out of someone," he said with a smile and a cough.

Yugeto and the rest of the audience laughed, and the instructor shook his head, still in disbelief at what he had just seen. "O-okay, everyone calm down and regroup, let's move over to the sparring facility."