𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭

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𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭

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𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

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--MISA SPRINTED THROUGH THE DENSE FOREST, her sharp eyes locked on Momo, who was zipping between the trees on her broomstick. The wind whipped through the branches as Momo glanced back, her lips curling into a smirk.

"You really think you can catch me?" Momo called out, raising her free hand to summon several small cursed tools that hovered ominously around her.

Misa didn't respond. She simply smirked to herself, her pace quickening as her cursed energy began to ripple through the air.

Momo thrust her arm forward, and the tools shot toward Misa like missiles.

"Close, but not good enough!" Misa shouted, her tone dripping with taunting confidence.

Momo scowled, her frustration mounting. She summoned another barrage, this time sending a spear-like projectile straight toward Misa. With a sharp burst of cursed energy, Misa twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack as it splintered a nearby tree.

"Is that all you've got, birdie?" Misa taunted, skidding to a stop and launching herself off the ground in a powerful leap. She grabbed hold of a low-hanging branch, using it to propel herself even closer to Momo.

Momo growled in frustration, pulling her broom into a sharp ascent to gain altitude. From above, she sent a swirling vortex of cursed energy down toward Misa, intent on knocking her back.

But Misa was ready. Using her cursed technique, she created a shimmering mirage around her, distorting her position. The attack hit the ground with a loud explosion, sending debris flying, but Misa emerged unscathed, her movements unpredictable and fluid.

"Nice try!" Misa called out, launching herself into the air with another burst of energy. This time, she reached for the broom itself, her fingers brushing against its edge.

"Get off!" Momo shouted, swerving wildly to shake her off.

With a mischievous grin, Misa tightened her grip and channeled her cursed energy into the broom. The sudden surge disrupted the flow of cursed energy keeping it aloft, causing Momo to lose control.

"Uh-oh!" Misa mocked as the broom spiraled downward.

Momo let out a frustrated yell as she crashed into the forest floor, the impact sending a cloud of dust into the air. She rolled to a stop, groaning as she propped herself up on one elbow.

Misa landed gracefully a few feet away, brushing dirt off her hands. "Guess the skies aren't as safe as you thought, huh?" she quipped, her tone both smug and playful.

Momo glared up at her, seething but clearly shaken. "You'll regret this."

Misa shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against a nearby tree with a smirk. "Maybe. But for now? I'm having a blast."

The tension between them crackled, the fight far from over. Misa was ready for whatever Momo had next.

The moment Momo got to her feet, her broom clutched tightly in her hand, her eyes burned with a mix of fury and determination. Misa, standing a few feet away with a sly grin on her face, crossed her arms casually.

"Well, well," Misa teased, tilting her head slightly. "You're still standing. That's impressive. Maybe this'll actually be fun."

Momo didn't respond with words. Instead, she raised her hand, summoning a cursed tool from her arsenal—a large, spinning chakram that hummed with cursed energy. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying toward Misa.

Misa sidestepped with ease, her movements fluid and calculated. "Whoa there, birdie. Don't get too excited!" she quipped, watching the chakram slice through a tree behind her.

Momo lunged forward, taking advantage of Misa's momentary distraction. She swung her broom like a staff, aiming for Misa's midsection. Misa caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and blocked the strike with her forearm, grinning as the force vibrated through her arm.

"Not bad," Misa admitted, stepping back and twisting her body to avoid a follow-up swing. "But you'll need more than that to impress me."

Momo growled in frustration and leapt into the air, flipping onto her broom mid-motion and diving toward Misa like a missile. Misa laughed, her excitement palpable as she dodged the attack by rolling to the side.

"Man, this is way better than training dummies!" Misa said, brushing dirt off her pants as she stood.

"Glad I can entertain you," Momo snapped, summoning another barrage of cursed tools that hovered menacingly around her. "But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a first-year!"

"Good," Misa replied with a smirk. "I'd hate to think you weren't trying."

The tools shot toward her in rapid succession, each one aiming to corner her. Misa used her cursed energy to distort her movements, creating afterimages that confused Momo's aim. The tools hit nothing but air, embedding themselves into the surrounding trees.

"Missed me!" Misa taunted, wagging a finger.

Momo let out a frustrated yell and charged again, this time with a combination of broom strikes and close-range attacks. Misa danced around her strikes, intentionally holding back as she tested Momo's limits. She dodged and blocked with ease, occasionally throwing in a playful jab or a sarcastic comment.

"You're pretty good," Misa said, catching one of Momo's strikes and twisting the broom out of her grasp. She tossed it to the side casually. "But you're gonna have to do better than that to take me down."

Momo stumbled back, her frustration boiling over. "Stop playing with me!" she shouted, summoning a burst of cursed energy and sending it crashing toward Misa.

Misa raised her arms to shield herself, the attack sending a wave of force through the clearing. As the dust settled, Misa emerged, her smirk still intact.

"Now that's more like it," she said, cracking her knuckles. "I was starting to think you didn't have it in you."

The fight raged on, but Misa continued to hold back, savoring the thrill of the battle. For the first time, she was facing off against another sorcerer—not a cursed spirit, not a training dummy, but a real opponent. And she was loving every second of it.

"Come on, Momo," Misa taunted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Show me what you've really got!"

Momo gritted her teeth, her frustration mounting as she launched into another series of attacks. With a sharp wave of her hand, she summoned a flurry of cursed tools and sent them flying at Misa in rapid succession. The air hummed with energy as the weapons shot toward her, cutting through branches and leaves.

Misa dodged effortlessly, her movements fluid and almost lazy. She sidestepped, ducked, and twisted, her grin never faltering. "You really love these little toys, don't you?" she teased, catching a spinning blade mid-air and tossing it aside like it was nothing.

Momo's expression darkened as she lunged forward, broom in hand, swinging it in a wide arc. Misa ducked under the strike with ease, letting out an exaggerated yawn. "Oh, come on, is this it? I was expecting more from Kyoto's 'spy in the sky.'"

"Shut up!" Momo snapped, her voice cracking with frustration. She summoned another burst of cursed energy, channeling it into her broom. With a powerful leap, she launched herself at Misa, aiming to knock her off her feet.

Misa sidestepped at the last second, letting Momo's attack crash harmlessly into the ground. Dust and debris filled the air as Misa casually leaned against a nearby tree, inspecting her nails with mock disinterest.

"Y'know," Misa said, her voice carrying a note of boredom, "this was fun at first, but now? Meh. You're kinda predictable."

Momo staggered to her feet, her breathing heavy, glaring daggers at Misa. "Don't you dare underestimate me!"

"I'm not underestimating you," Misa replied. "I'm just... over it."

Before Momo could react, Misa moved. In a blur of speed, she closed the distance between them, her fist glowing faintly with cursed energy. She aimed a precise, controlled strike at Momo's midsection, enough to knock the wind out of her but not cause serious harm.

Momo gasped, her eyes widening in shock as the force of the blow sent her crumpling to her knees. Misa followed up with a quick chop to the back of her neck, and Momo slumped forward, unconscious but unharmed.

Misa straightened, brushing off her hands with a satisfied sigh. "Well, that's that," she said, glancing down at Momo. "You put up a decent fight, I'll give you that. But next time? Try not to be so predictable."

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