Simel lunges toward Areo, striking at his neck. The man is not caught off guard and dodges by moving to the side. This movement immediately alerts the talented doctor.

  An unusual way of dodging the blade by moving to the side, where in a sword duel it is normally customary to move out of the opponent's range.Simel wastes no time and, seeing his thrust fail, tries to turn it into a cut with the left edge of the dagger, turning his hips counterclockwise.

  But halfway through the young man movement, Areo closes the distance, just over half an arm's length away. Before the boy can react a sharp pain begins to spread across his cheeks. A burning sensation caused by contact with metal. The blow is so powerful that it throws Simel across the room, his cheek contorted with the imprint of knuckles on his skin, now scarlet in color.

  His eyes wide with pain as he flies over the desk in the center of the room and makes contact with the iron wall, his right shoulder taking most of the impact. Trying to catch his breath, Simel ends up spitting blood along with his teeth, which were knocked out on impact.

  Touching his sore cheek, he realizes he had made an evaluation mistake. Obviously, the most feared and glorified human general would not fight in a regular way.

  Instead of using blades or guns modified with the Sciarra, the man simply used metal gloves that used the Sciarra to increase the pressure of the blow.

  Without wasting any more time to waste, the doctor uses the Sciarra to anesthetize the pain by reducing the sensitivity of the nerves in the cheeks, while at the same time using energy to speed up the regeneration of the damage.

  Five teeth lost.

  Moderate fracture on the left side of the jaw.

  Several internal cuts inside the mouth.

  A large bruise on the left cheek.

  Once the damage has been assessed, Simel goes back on the attack. He uses the Sciarra to strengthen his muscles, but the powerful general anticipates this too.

  Simel tries another assault with a vertical half-moon cut, but the man, moving with perfect timing, once again shifts at high speed to the boy's right side almost behind him, then delivers a powerful blow to his midsection.

  The impact is powerful, hitting one of the boy's kidneys squarely and sending him flying through the air at full force, hitting the hard ceiling, bouncing off it, and crashing to the floor with maximum impact. The speed of the attack is so lightning fast that the boy only realizes the damage after he hits the ground. He coughs up even more blood in a situation that would make anyone lose the will to fight at first glance. Yet in the young man's eyes there is pure refusal to accept defeat.

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  “I won't... lose... again.” Simel tries to get up with his own arm, but in a brief moment Areo closes the distance once again and throws a powerful downward punch, completely shattering the doctor's elbow.

  “Grhhh!” Despite the pain he is feeling, Simel refuses to utter even the slightest groan.

  The man looks at the newly adult coldly before voicing his thoughts.

  "You have a high talent for scientific subjects and an understanding of Sciarra that is beyond the norm. But your body limits you. Although everyone who undergoes S-type lithium treatment develops the perception of the Sciarra, it is not certain that their bodies can use it all. The ability of a body to absorb Sciarra, input, and to release it with a specific task, output, varies considerably. Your Sciarra input capacity is very mediocre, as is your output. The latter is probably greater than the energy input, and because of this, you end up overloading your body. You try to balance everything with your brain, ending up overheating it. It's like a battery that tries to use more energy than it receives, ending up consuming itself in an attempt to keep up.

  If you don't overcome these limitations, you will never be able to evolve." There is a poignant silence between the two as they stare intently at each other before the general finishes his lecture. "This doesn't count as a defeat. When you've surpassed your limits, face me again. If you're so keen to get revenge on me, try to do it properly. Until then, you obey. In two minutes, I want you on top. We'll talk about our mission. As he says this the cold general gives his back and leaves.

  At the appointed time, Simel leaves the “job interview” room, like new after regenerating again. Leaving the room, he finds himself in a short corridor leading to stairs going upstairs, with three doors on each side and three on the left, including his, which was the last one on the left.

  Above his door, as well as other three, there was a sign written in red chalk: “Taken.”

  Climbing the stairs, the boy finds himself a few meters away from a huge metal mast with no sails on it. Next to it was a boy with tousled, wavy hair that was yellow-green in color. A red raincoat with the zipper open, revealing a black sweater was what he was wearing.

  “Just woke up, eh? Sleepyhead.” The words came from behind him.

  Risa, the woman who had humiliated him. Next to her was Areo, who was simply looking ahead with his back to everyone. Simel responded to the lady's words with a silent grunt, remembering the shame he had suffered in the horse race.

  “That guy is Talloy.” She said pointing at the green haired young man. “He is the captain of the boat, the Cesare. Respect him and he’ll respect you.” Simel couldn't help but notice a belt full of vials of various colors around his waist. On top of that, Talloy had a smug look on his face, which irritated him.

  At least the logic part of him.

  “Brace yourself. It’s time for the extermination.”

  Areo says while looking straight ahead, an island with a large mountain at its center surrounded by trees.