The Primordial Tamer



The anticipation in the air was palpable as the final of the tournament approached. The arena buzzed with excitement, and all eyes were fixed on the stage where the climactic battle between Lily and Jason was about to unfold.

The journey leading up to this moment had been arduous and filled with countless challenges. But now, as Lily stood in the arena, a surge of determination coursed through her veins. This was the culmination of her efforts, the pinnacle of her martial prowess.

On the other side of the arena, Jason exuded an aura of formidable strength. His muscles rippled with power. His gaze locked firmly on Lily. He, too, had fought his way through the tournament, leaving a trail of defeated opponents in his wake.

The crowd murmured with anticipation, eager to witness the clash between these two formidable fighters.

Jason was the first to enter the arena, striding confidently towards the center stage. His expression bore a hint of arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips. As he took his position, he looked across at Lily, his voice dripping with condescension.

"I admit that you are strong," Jason mocked, his tone laced with overconfidence. "But you will never beat me. Your skills are no match for my superior strength and technique."

Lily stood her ground, her eyes unwavering as she absorbed Jason's taunts. She knew that his words were meant to rattle her, to undermine her confidence. But she refused to let his arrogance break her focus. 

A quiet determination settled over Lily as she maintained her composure in the face of Jason's taunting. She understood that his words were an attempt to unsettle her, to provoke a reaction. But she wouldn't allow herself to be swayed by his arrogance.

With a calm expression, Lily responded in measured words, "Let's see."

Her simple sentence hung in the air, devoid of any bravado or boastfulness. It was a statement of quiet confidence, a reminder to herself that actions spoke louder than words. Her response, though seemingly innocuous, seemed to ignite a spark of anger within Jason.

His smug expression faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. Lily's composed demeanor seemed to challenge his belief in his own superiority. His competitive spirit stirred, and he clenched his fists, determined to prove her wrong.

Amidst the intensity of the battle, the audience watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them. Among the spectators, seated with an air of authority, was a man from the Ignatius Clan named Leon Ignatius.

"Young Master Leon, who do you think will win? Young Master Jason or that kid?" a man sitting beside Leon inquired, curiosity tinged with excitement.

Leon's gaze was fixed on the combatants, his expression contemplative. He observed Lily's graceful movements and the precision of her defensive maneuvers. His voice held a measured confidence as he responded,

"Of course, Jason will be the one who will win. His talent is nothing short of extraordinary. It rivals that of the frightening genius from the Winteria Clan." Leon said.

The man nodded, acknowledging Leon's assessment. The reputation of the Ignatius Clan for producing exceptional fighters was well-known, and their judgment carried weight among the spectators.

But even as Leon voiced his prediction, a flicker of doubt danced in his eyes. He couldn't deny the resilience and skill displayed by Lily on the battlefield. There was something about her that stirred a distant memory within him, a familiarity he couldn't quite place.

Lost in his thoughts, Leon muttered to himself, "I think I've seen a face like that before... but where?" He furrowed his brow.

He was trying to recall the elusive memory that tugged at the edges of his consciousness. It was as if a veil obscured the truth, teasing him with fragments of recognition.

Meanwhile, the battle between Lily and Jason had begun, and an intriguing pattern emerged. Lily, with her nimble movements and sharp reflexes, effortlessly dodged each of Jason's attacks.

She anticipated his every move, gracefully sidestepping his strikes and countering with her own calculated maneuvers. Her evasion was a display of skill and finesse that left the audience in awe.

Frustration gnawed at Jason's confidence, his face contorted with anger. He couldn't comprehend how Lily managed to evade his every strike. The realization that his attacks were being effortlessly dodged fueled his rage.

"Are you a rat?" Jason spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Why do you always dodge? Afraid to face me head-on?"

Mockery dripped from Jason's words, his taunts aimed at undermining Lily's abilities. He tried to provoke her, hoping to break her focus and force her into a mistake. But Lily remained undeterred, her concentration unbroken.

Her response was calm and measured, "Dodging is not a sign of fear, but a demonstration of strategy and skill. I am here to defeat you, Jason, and I will do so on my own terms."

Her words were met with a mixture of astonishment and begrudging respect from the crowd. Lily's ability to evade Jason's attacks showcased her tactical brilliance and control over the battlefield.

Leon, observing the unfolding spectacle, couldn't help but be intrigued. He recognized that there was more to Lily's dodging than met the eye. It was a technique honed through discipline and experience, a testament to her prowess as a fighter.

The memory that had eluded Leon earlier began to resurface like whispers of a long-forgotten tale.

He recalled a similar style of dodging, grace and finesse that he had witnessed in a distant encounter. But the details remained hazy, like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be assembled.

Leon's curiosity deepened, his attention now divided between the battle and his own recollections. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was a connection between Lily's evasive techniques and his own past experiences.

As the battle progressed, Lily's dodging became even more precise and calculated. She anticipated Jason's every move, slipping through the gaps in his attacks with uncanny precision. Her ability to evade his strikes seemed almost supernatural, leaving Jason bewildered and enraged.