Third person POV
Ringo stood before Tress, determination etched on her face, her fists clenched at her sides.
"Tress, I need you to train me," she said, her voice firm but tinged with desperation.
Tress sighed deeply, her breath forming a visible cloud in the chilly air.
"Not this again," she muttered under her breath, her hands tucked inside her hoodie pocket. She turned her gaze towards Ringo, a mixture of annoyance and resignation in her eyes. "Ringo, I've told you before. I have nothing to teach you."
Ringo's brow furrowed in frustration, but she refused to be deterred. '
If Tress don't want to train me, then I just have to force her to do it!'
With a determined spark igniting within her, Ringo stepped forward, her fist flying towards Tress in a swift motion. But Tress, with the agility of a cat, dodged the strike effortlessly, stepping to the side with a grace that belied her casual demeanor. She shot Ringo a sharp look, annoyance crossing her features.
POW!
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" her voice edged with irritation.
"If you won't train me willingly, then I'll make you." Ringo gritted her teeth, frustration bubbling within her.
"That's not how this works. You can't force someone to teach you." Tress rolled her eyes.
"Watch me."
Ringo's determination surged as she launched herself toward Tress, her movements fueled by a fierce resolve to prove herself. With each step, her determination radiated like a beacon, driving her forward despite the odds stacked against her.
Tress stood before her, her demeanor cool and composed, her hands remaining tucked inside her hoodie pockets as if she had all the time in the world. Her eyes, though seemingly indifferent, gleamed with a keen awareness as she observed Ringo's every move.
Ringo's fists flew through the air with tenacity, each strike aimed at Tress with precision and force. But Tress was a master of evasion, her movements fluid and calculated as she effortlessly sidestepped each attack, her form a testament to her skill.
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"What's going on?" Gon asked as he entered the room, his eyes flicking between Tress and Ringo as they exchanged blows with increasing intensity.
Beside him, Killua stood with a nonchalant expression, munching on crackers as he observed the spar unfolding in front of them.
"Oh, Gon, you're here? Things are about to get interesting," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.
Gon furrowed his brows, his eyes trailed to the two girls sparring at the empty hall. As the spar continued, Gon couldn't tear his eyes away from the action unfolding before him. Despite the fierce determination in Ringo's eyes, it was clear that Tress held the upper hand, her movements calculated and precise.
'Rin...' he couldn't help but worry seeing the desperation in Ringo's eyes.
In the mean time, Killua's casual demeanor belied the sharpness of his observations as he watched Tress and Ringo spar. His eyes remained fixed on the two fighters, analyzing their every move with a keen intensity.
'Ringo's strong... However...'
As Ringo launched her attacks with precision and determination, Killua couldn't help but acknowledge her skill. However, it was Tress's effortless evasion that truly captured his attention. Each dodge was executed with impeccable timing and finesse, a testament to her formidable strength and agility.
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