An Extra’s POV

"We're going on a short break. I'll be right back!"

The way Billy stormed out of the training grounds made it clear that he wasn't in a great mood.

Everyone could see that the nobody called Rey had managed to get under his skin; even though it was just by employing certain unexpected tactics to his form.

The gazes they now directed towards him was one of silent admiration and pride.

While they weren't the ones who won… it sure felt good!

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'So many eyes are on me…'

Rey was currently laying on the grassy plains, his eyes tightly shut as he enjoyed the fresh air and nice weather.

He didn't particularly like the attention that was being bestowed on him, but he also recognized it as inevitable.

'This is what I get for standing out…'

Rey was certain that if he had lost to Billy, he would also attract a ton of attention—though not for positive reasons.

He would be pitied, and recognized as weak prey.

'I don't want that. Just because I refuse to stand out, it doesn't mean I want to be shit on.'

As Rey had these thoughts, he began to hear hushed murmurs and ramblings of surprise from his classmates.

At the same time, he could hear soft footsteps approach him.

"Hey, Rey. Wanna talk for a minute?"

Rey recognized the voice and slowly opened his eyes to see the girl who had it.

'Trisha… huh…?'

Her arms were currently on her hips as she looked down on him laying down.

'From this angle… I can see quite a lot.' Rey thought to himself, not sure if his cheeks were red or not.

Trisha was extremely fit.

She had an extremely well-toned body, and her muscles were perfectly in tune with her slender body.

Despite this, she had a large pair of boobs, and her ass wasn't lacking either.

Trisha's thighs were

usually moist that even Rey couldn't help staring at

only thing he told himself, which made him feel like

several boys and even

they're

had formed in his throat as he enjoyed the sight for as long as he would

listening to

daydream and retraced his gaze to

on her face, and that instantly made

caught me staring,

to croak out,

she decided

I knew you weren't paying

a word in his defense, Trisha squatted, bringing her face closer

the temptation to stare at her legs

Trisha was fond of wearing tank tops and extremely skimpy shorts didn't help

Please

able to

changes to the Martial

made her seem less scary

really

right? But that made you think of tweaking the fixed technique. We were never told that

but Trisha was also poking at his silly excuse for using those eight steps instead of

knows it

smiling as he stared at her face

why, but he

was fierce, and her blunt nature reminded him of a certain girl that he constantly met

is

the thoughts he was having. He knew full well where they would lead him to

think Martial Arts should

forms exist for a reason. By connecting the steps and

answered, sharply interrupting

"W-what…?"

and Skills. This isn't our old

that supposed to

you need to stop thinking like you're going to be fighting in tournaments or street brawls. We're going to be facing

was saying these things, he could

getting it.' His

suggest we… no I do? I… I want to

her hand. It seemed

it was

than merely swinging your blade. You should be trying to incorporate everything you learn and know into those Skills, not the other way

Skills were the foundation upon which to build every other ability