Chapter 9: Chapter 7

Two bodies are currently panting on a tatami, facing each other.

Two months have passed since Peter has forgiven me, and we decided to train together. In this period we had the time to complete our costumes and to get used to our powers in combat.

On the side of the costumes, we ended with simple skintight suits, coupled with gloves, boots, and masks. We made suits that, while still not really good, are still better than the original homemade suit that Peter would have used.

"Are you ready for another round?" I ask after a couple of minutes, having regained enough stamina.

Peter takes another couple of breaths before answering, "Not really, but since we are going to start really doing vigilante's work in a couple of days, we should keep going."

I smirk, putting on a loose guard before telling him, "That's the spirit, now come on and attack."

I don't have to wait more than a second before Peter arrives in front of me and starts attacking.

My knowledge of fighting techniques may not be the best around, but I had practiced martial arts since I was 6 and learned enough to fight a not trained adult even without taking my powers into consideration.

I decided to teach Peter all I can and started training him in the dojo that my grandfather opened when he was younger. 

Convincing my uncle, the actual owner, to let us use the dojo before and after the opening time was easy. We only needed to clean everything and not break anything.

Returning to the fight, I am satisfied with the progress Peter is making, alternating punches and kicks to make me fall in his tempo. 

Unfortunately for him, years of experience are not so easily transferred.

I need only the right timing.

When he overextends with a kick, I block it, then turning the block into a catch, I sweep his other leg and throw him down on the tatami, where he is easy prey.

"Why you always end up grappling me?" Asks Peter after I helped him get up.

I answer, getting back to my previous position, "Because is the easiest way to restrain someone in a melee without hurting them. And because I don't want to punch you till you surrender."

A blush appears on Peter's face as I speak of one of our first sparrings, "That happened only once..."

Wishing to embarrass him more, I keep teasing him, "Obviously, if I kept sending you home with bruises, your aunt will ban you from coming here."

Knowing that he has no way to dispute my words, Peter decides to stop talking and moves in front of me again.

This time he is more composed, attacking with a simple combination of punches to direct my moves while defending when I counter his attacks with my own punches.

After a couple of exchanges, he makes a clever feint. I realize is that only when he uses his hand to pull my block, to uncover my flank, where he will strike with his knee.

Unfortunately for him, I was the one that toughs him this move.

Knowing how he will continue, I use his tug to sidestep inside his guard, using his own pull, forcing him to hit me with his thigh, negating most of the damage.

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From inside his guard, I take control of the situation, sweeping the leg that was still supporting him and letting him fall to the floor. 

"Better than before, you should be able to deal with untrained criminals without any problems." I say, watching the pouting Peter, that replies, "But you still sweep the floor with me all the time..."

Seeing the dissatisfaction on his face, I decided to soothe him, "Obviously, but I have superhuman levels of strength, speed, and reflexes, they won't."

"Are you sure we are ready?" Peter asks, unconvinced by my words.

"To fight a couple of muggers and robbers? Yes." I answer, fully conscious of how much stronger than normal people we are.

Peter doesn't look too convinced, as he asks again, "But they could have guns or something like that..." 

"Don't worry Pete, If they have a gun I will take care of it with my powers," I say, trying to let my calmness persuade him.

"Ok, I'll trust you to take care of any problem that may appear," Peter says, after studying my face for a couple of seconds.

As soon that he speaks, I reply, "I will take care of anything unexpected."

"Good," Peter finally says, knowing that going with the flow may be the best option.

Seeing as how our evening spar time was going to end soon, we start cleaning the dojo, aware of the trouble that we will incur if we don't respect our word.

After we finish the job, we leave the place, ready to return home.

Knowing that we were going to say our goodbyes soon, I decided to speak about our ever pending bet. "And as you weren't able to win one of the matches, I'll be able to sleep with my body pillow tonight."

"Why I accepted that bet?" Peter asks with a dejected and embarrassed face.

I reply, "Because you saw how little sleep I was able to get at night after you forbid me to use it. And you needed a motivation to get serious in our spar."

"I know, it was a rhetoric question!" He shouts, even more, embarrassed after my pouring salt into his wounded pride.

"Oh well, all that matters is that I get to sleep with my pillow," I say while sticking out my tongue, before running away.

Reaching my home, I take a shower and eat with my family, before going into my room.

Locking the door behind me, I remove from my secret hiding place the body pillow which uses I have regained for this night.

While I do so, my eyes fall on the other thing that was hidden in my room.

A dark blue and pink skintight costume made to accommodate a couple of extra appendages that I usually can't use, making it more difficult to recognize me.

I wanted to have them out since I became able to transform my body. Unfortunately, I am still unable to fully transform into a Pokémon, it will be really cool to turn into a pseudo-Legendary dragon, and even cooler to turn directly into one of the legendaries when I will unlock them...