The introductions between the two have been made. Sam, an 8 year old, fighting against Zola, a 10 year old.
"Great, these two little monsters are fighting?"
"Why are these young kids so damn tough?"
"I mean Zola is tough because she is a sneaky little rat! That boy is plain dirty with how he fights."
The audience began to watch, the two youngest in the division, fighting for the first time.
However, they just stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Seeing that her opponent won't move first, she decides to quickly move around him and aim for a side kick to the side.
However, Sam dodged and went to counter with a grab of his own, which she sensed somehow and moved away before he could grab her.
'Fast, experienced and confident. Quirk: Unknown at the time but likely to do with senses. Caution advised.'
Sam got into a serious position as he was taking her more seriously than the others.
Zola makes a frontal charge and aims a hand to punch him in the face but Sam blocks it and goes to elbow her in the face in return, but she bends her head back.
However, Sam follows up with a kick to her gut.
"Gah!" She cries out but senses another kick coming for her head. She ignores the pain and falls onto her back and spins around getting Sam by the leg, making him fall.
She goes to end it with a choke hold but he pushed her off before she could get the hold connected.
After pushing her off, he backs off and so does she.
The observers were excited seeing this.
"Those little brats are amazing!"
"I suddenly feel like training even more!"
"Yeah. It's sad little brats are stronger than us teenagers."
Zola feels her gut and feels a bruise. She smirks. Even though she will feel that tomorrow, she is having fun.
Sam is having trouble, and he is starting to question whether his training so far has been adequate if a child like her can go head to head with himself.
While analyzing her move and her patterns, he noticed that she was reliant on speed and sneak attacks. Most frontal attacks were feints.
As he thought that, she already goes for a frontal and this time, Sam prepares to anticipate the feint to counter attack. However the feint followed by her slipping behind him, is not what happened. She reared back her other fist and clocked Sam right in the face.
He could feel his nose bleed but he was finally feeling something. Something he has no recollection of feeling. Excitement.
"You are always looking at everything like a machine. You're the most analytical kid I've met. I don't know whether that's good or bad though. I caught that you were analytical and did something unpredictable.
Sam sighs.
"You're right. That was on me. I shouldn't have trusted you would commit to a similar feint again. However, rest assured, it won't happen again."
Sam goes back into his fighting stance, but this time he charges. She prepares with a defensive stance and Sam charges into it.
Zola raises a brow at this but prepares her arms covering her head and vitals.
Sam appears to keep trying to charge and she decides to test him by throwing a kick from her defensive stance.
Sam jumps over her leg spears into her legs forcing both of them to the ground.
Sam was now mounted on top of Zola and she was trying to push him off, but Sam was too stubborn.
They rolled on the ground as they wrestled for control, but finally, Sam performs a headbutt that hits Zola in the nose.
"Ahh!"
Her nose bleeds and she lets go and Sam is about to take back control with his own chokehold but Zola feigned the severity of the injury and grabbed him before he could get his arm around her neck and twisted herself on top of him.
"That hurt… but you underestimate us. We've been shot at and laughed about it. You think I would falter from a broken nose?"
"No.."
Sam then raises his hand like he's about to punch her, but lets loose some of the dirt from the ground which went right into her eyes.
"Fuck!"
She then senses his fist coming towards her from the ground and backs off with a back flip.
"As I thought… you have a danger sense, or a sixth sense. Something to do with your senses. That is your quirk."
Zola is shocked he managed to deduce what her quirk could do.
"You're not wrong but not entirely correct yet."
"Figured… so will we continue?"
She then decides to be dirty just like Sam and kicks some dirt into his eyes.
"…I'll take that as a yes."
She then kicks him in the face with. Roundhouse kick and Sam is unable to see it, but he barely blocks it with his arm, but feels the full force to his arm.
"Grrr!" Sam growls as he feels the pain in his arm.
The rest watching couldn't help but respect these two kids.
'They truly are special to be brought to this hell while so young.' Was a common thought among the viewers.
For the whole afternoon they fought, even when instructors told the rest to train, even they couldn't help but see these two fight.
After a full hour of fighting. Both of them were bloody and tired beyond belief. But shockingly, they both had a big smile on their faces.
"…Samuel, I've had a lot of fun."
"…It was very educational, Zola."
The two of them charge at each other one last time, intending to end it with one more blow.
Sam and Zola both decide to just throw a straight punch right at the other.
They got into each other's range and before he could realize, he tripped on a rock they dug up without knowing in their fight. His punch veered and missed by a fraction of a hair.
Her punch, went right into Sam's face. Sam collapsed to the ground, completely knocked out.
"…Okay, Samuel… you are a monster."
Zola takes a knee and feels all the damage done. She has a black eye, busted lip, broken nose and many bruises.
The audience cheers for Zola.
"Zola! Zola! Zola!"
However Zola wasn't too proud as she saw the rock he tripped on.
'Well then, I guess we will call this a draw for now, Samuel.'
Sam wakes up hearing the cheers and shakily gets up.
"Wakey wakey. How was the nap."
Sam feels around himself and notices the damage done. He feels his face and can feel the black eye and the busted nose.
He sighs.
"You won."
Sam emotionlessly moves on to the barracks, where they all live, to patch himself up.
Zola watches him leave. The other observers also take this chance to congratulate her on cementing her place as number 1. She doesn't listen and keeps watching Sam's limping visage as he goes to the barracks.
She noticed his smile and could tell he was enjoying the fight, but now all that emotion was gone, almost as if it had surfaced only to be sealed again.
She finally understood, he was groomed by the higher ups.
'Samuel… who are you?'