I thought he would slam the table while standing up, attempting to intimidate me like his servants, but I guess he wasn't as petty as I thought.

"I know you're trying to be nice, but I just know under the disgusting mask of yours, you're just an asshole. Want me to prove it to you?"

"Oh, and how will you do that, you spoiled little girl?"

"I'll do it by beating your sorry ass in a one-on-one. No restrictions, and the only way the match will end is if one person is knocked out or maybe… just maybe… somebody dies."

A smile slithered onto my face as I knew this was the perfect chance to prove my strength not only to my mother but also to these assholes who wanted to put me down.

…

Not even an hour later and I was standing in the massive open ceiling training arena, which had so much open space that it was triple the size of my own training arena.

And with just a clap of the boy's hands, hundreds of blunt training weapons revealed themselves from the ground.

They were contained in metal panels that burst out from now-open wedges of dirt in the ground, perfectly hidden by the designer's perfect architecture.

I had to admit, this training area was much better than anything I've ever witnessed in my life, but just because the place he trains is perfect, doesn't mean he himself is perfect at fighting.

"I'm gonna cook the shit out of you, rich boy."

"I don't want you talking when your mother has more money than my father," The boy instantly retorted, grabbing a single metal training sword that was completely blunt on both sides of the blade.

It was a more traditional sword compared to his father, who uses a katana when he does decide to fight, although he normally leaves that for his lackeys like a good leader should do.

"Y'know, I really don't like you… I hope you know that," the boy muttered, inspecting the blade for any mistakes while I browsed the seemingly endless selection of weapons wrapping around the edge of the arena.

Selecting from them was pretty hard as even the main weapons had rows where parts of the blade or hand were slightly tweaked.

"I don't like you as well… I hope you know that too…."

"You act like a child wanting attention. Maybe you didn't get enough attention growing up, but I can tell you, I had the same problem but didn't turn out like the brat you are."

I just filtered his words through one ear and out the other as I narrowed my selection of swords down into a few categories.

"There was an entire year where I didn't see my father once. I had no idea where he had gone or what he needed to do. My servants are barely mine and above my orders, they follow my father's… and it fucking sucks."

"Mhmm… anyway, let's get to it, pretty boy."

As I swung the long sword in my hand right hand, I felt the weight shift evenly between my stance, granting me a boost of adrenaline since it was perfect.

I was ready to fight, and just thinking of it made me nearly jump with joy. I wanted to crush this asshole so bad that I could hardly wait.

"Now that I think about it, it could be the opposite. You got too much attention for your own good… and now you think everybody around you who steps up to you just wants a piece of your ego."

"Let's just get the fight started. Stop your blabbering."

"Whatever you want, princess," The boy rolled his eyes and, upon calling over a servant to act as the mediator for this match, he unsheathed the weapon he attached to his back.

It was long, slender, yet blunt… the exact same thing that I had chosen.

"It seems we have more in common than I thought," the prince smirked, twirling the blade between his fingers while the servant sent both of us off to the ends of the gaping arena.

"NOW WE WILL HAVE A FAIR FIGHT WITH NO RESTRICTIONS ON STATUS USAGE!" The servant began to explain, but I could barely hear him as I was focused on staring down the prince, who just smirked back at me. "KILLING YOUR OPPONENT IS NOT PERMITTED, BUT BESIDES THAT, EVERYTHING ELSE IS ALLOWED! A CLEAN ONE-ON-ONE WITHOUT ANY OUTSIDE FORCES STEPPING IN! IF SUCH A THING DOES HAPPEN, VICTORY IS INSTANTLY GRANTED TO THE OPPOSING SIDE!"

"Come on… come on… come on… come on… come on…"

"THIS FIGHT WILL BE BROADCASTED FOR THE SAKE OF BOTH PARTICIPANTS' SAFETY!"

"Geez… I guess I know it's for my safety… but now I really gotta win otherwise, my pride and reputation will be in tatters…."

"AND NOW… BEGIN!" The servant shouted, causing both me and the prince to begin dashing toward each other.

The smiles on our faces reflected just how similar we were to each other, but with this match, I would prove we weren't similar in the slightest… even if the boy somehow died.

CLANG

We met at the very center of the arena, the surrounding rows of blunt metal weapons sliding back down into the ground while a spark of electricity erupted from our clashing blades.

I pulled back as fast as I could and went in for yet another lightning-fast strike but was excellently blocked by the boy who just barely managed to pull his weapon in front of him.

This time, he went in for a lightning-fast swing, and so I responded by hauling in my sword, his reflexes being so quick that it made me look like I was moving in slow motion.

Yet somehow, I was just barely able to block his swing, but instead of fully blocking it, I redirected it partially.

His blade slid off mine, opening a gap that allowed me to slip a kick right through his guard, sending him tumbling backward.

"*cough*... Huff… huff… we're equal," I smirked, gritting my teeth at the blood which dripped from the boy's fingernails.

Simultaneously, he held his seemingly dented stomach whilst I felt the very out layer of my neck moisten from my own warm blood.

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