Nezha landed, crouched impressively, after a particularly high leap. Several of their classmates, absurdly, began clap.
Nezha straightened up,ignoring the applause, AND cought Rin’s eye. ''That’s what family arts are” he seid, wiping the sweat off his forhead.
''I’m sure you'll be the terror of the schooll” said Rin. ''You can dance for donations. I’ll toss you an ingot.”
A sneer twisted Nezha's face.''You're just jealous you have no inherited arts.”
''I'm glad I don't, of they all look as absurd as yours”.
''The House of Yin innovated the most powerful kicking-based technique in the Empire,” Nezah snapped. ''Let's see how you'd like being on the receiving end.”
''I think I’d be fine,” Rin said.''Though it would be a dazzling visual spectacle.”
''At least I'm not an artless peasant,” Nezha spat. " You've never done martial arts before in your life. You only know one kick".
"And you keep calling me a peasant. It's like you only know one insult."
"Duel me, then." Nezha said. "Fight to incapacitation for ten seconds or first blood. Right here, right now.”
He began moving around her,darting back and forth with quick,elegant movements.
She narrowed her eyes and crouched low, fallowing Nezha's movements carefully.
There. A clear opening.Rin raised a leg and kikcked out, hard. Her leg cought Nezha in midair with a satisfying whoomph.
Nezha uttered an unnatural shriek and clutched his crotch,whimpering.
Nezha clambered to his feet, scarlet-faced."You—how dare you—"
"Just as you said" Rin dipped her head intro a mocking bow. "I only know one kick."
