"You hit like a pussy kid."
After the retreat of the two masters, Donald turned to glance at Jim and sneered, "your hit was so weak. You have a long way ahead of you."
'Don't!'
Jim was about to speak back and reply in a harsh way but the old man stopped him from doing so.
And so he went to silence, swallowing what he wanted to respond to Donald deep inside him.
"Humph, I thought so," Donald turned to the losing kid of his pantheon, "go back to you two and let the next two come forth."
Jim moved from the place of the sparring while the kid glanced deeply at him. "You are lucky to have his backing," Jim softly muttered while walking side to side with the kid.
"You cheated, cheater!" the kid refused to show any sign of weakness there.
"Humph," Jim raised his head high while returning to his seat. He was sitting in the middle of the Medusa group of disciples, and their eyes told him how much praise they had to him deep down their souls.
