Chapter 542: Six Years Old... Again

A teenage boy stood there.

He looked like... Arthur, no, a mini version of... a mini version of Arthur!

Barely fourteen. Messy white hair, grass stains on his trousers, and that half distracted, cold expression he wore when his mind was running too fast for the rest of the world to keep up.

Then another figure appeared.

A little girl.

Nnenna’s breath caught.

Because the girl looked almost exactly like her younger self.

No, not almost. It was her.

It was as if she had been pulled straight into the memory, not as an observer... but as the one living it.

She was small again. Six years old. Barefoot. Cheeks streaked with tears.

"Arthur!" her tiny voice broke, trembling. "They said I’m small! They said I’ll never be strong like you!"

He looked at her for a long second, then smiled in that way that was just for her.

"Come on. I’ll teach you something no one else knows."

Her little self’s heart leapt. "Really?"

"Just you. Promise?"

"Promise!"

The wind tugged at her hair as he crouched down, guiding her arms and legs with patient hands.

strong. It’s about surprise. Timing. It only works

giggled when he poked her

it, clumsy, but right, he clapped,

Who says you’re

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Back to the arena.

Nnenna’s eyes snapped open.

was closing in fast, no mercy in

mid step

that footwork... He stood abruptly, his chair screeching back. "She... she knows it." His

widened. "That’s the move

dangerous. "The one he only taught his childhood best

even understand what they

fluid, impossible to read, a feint that turned into a spiral, her whole body becoming a whip of momentum. Stephanie’s

clean, sharp finish, and

Gasps erupted.

The livestream exploded

WAS THAT

even see it

seen anything like

forward in

rose. "That... isn’t in year three martial arts curriculum.

Tayo muttered, "Where in

locked on Nnenna. Earlier, she

swelled like a wave, cheers, stunned shouts,

forward, hands clasped. "I’ve never seen that

studying Nnenna as if the girl

her lips, eyes wide. Elder Onyedika simply watched, slow and thoughtful, as if turning the

for that girl to defeat you but now even Stephanie isn’t her match?! Have I wasted countless resources on you two?!," he said, convinced they had not

reply. He was still flushed with triumph one heartbeat ago; now the grin faded into a puzzled frown. He glanced toward Stephanie, who was on her feet, chest heaving, face gone hard. Fury and confusion fought across her features, she felt

a rush: surprise, then recognition, then a hot, raw pride. He pushed forward on the barrier as if he wanted to be closer. That move... of course. Arthur mentioned it before, the thought hit him like a punch. He felt something

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