2 2 Chapter Test(Fighting)

After a short walk, Madara and Amber arrived at the grand headquarters of the Knights of Favonius. As Madara approached the building, his heart pounded with anticipation. The towering structure, adorned with ornate architecture and intricate details, spoke of the city's long and storied history, but Madara paid little attention to its beauty. His mind was focused on meeting Jean, his idol, and proving himself worthy of joining the knights.

Amber led Madara into the grand hall, her footsteps echoing off the walls. Madara's senses were heightened as he took in the sights and sounds of the building. He could smell the musty scent of ancient relics and feel the texture of the rough stone walls under his fingertips. As he followed Amber to Jean's office, Madara's nerves were on edge, and his expression remained cold and distant, as if he was always on guard.

Jean's office was decorated with various relics and artifacts, each with its own unique story to tell. Madara couldn't help but admire the collection, but his attention was quickly drawn to Jean's piercing blue eyes as she assessed him. Her warm smile put him at ease, but his eyes remained hard and unyielding, giving off an intimidating vibe.

"I'm not quite sure why I'm here," Madara said, his voice filled with uncertainty. Despite his words, his tone was cold and unwelcoming, and his body language showed that he was ready for a fight.

Jean sensed his apprehension and tried to put him at ease. She explained that she believed he had the potential to become a valuable member of the knights. Madara eagerly agreed, but his eyes remained fixed on Jean, as if he was waiting for her to make a move.

As Madara asked to fight Jean as a test, Lisa stepped forward with a sardonic smile. "I'd love to take you on, if that's what you're after," she said, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Madara's Sharingan flared to life as he and Jean stepped into a designated sparring ring. The rest of the knights gathered around to watch as the two fighters faced off. Madara's senses were heightened as he took in every detail of the fight. He could smell the sweat and hear the sound of clashing swords. The adrenaline rushed through his body, and his movements became fluid and precise.

The fight was intense, with both fighters displaying impressive skill and power. Madara's Sharingan gave him an edge, allowing him to anticipate and counter Jean's attacks with ease. The other knights watched in awe as the two fighters battled it out. They cheered and whispered among themselves, impressed by Madara's strength and skill.

As the fight came to a close, Madara emerged victorious, his Sharingan proving too powerful for Jean. Despite his victory, his expression remained cold and distant, as if he was still on guard. Jean welcomed him to the Knights of Favonius with open arms, impressed by his abilities and eager to have him on board. However, Madara's eyes remained hard and cold, giving off a sense that he was not to be trifled with.

"I'm looking forward to working with you," Jean said, her smile genuine.

Madara nodded, his expression unreadable. "Likewise," he replied, his voice cold and distant.

As Madara left the room, his mind was racing with thoughts of the fight. The rush of adrenaline and the thrill of victory were still fresh in his mind. He could still feel the weight of his sword in his hand and the heat of battle on his skin. Despite his excitement, his expression remained stoic, as if he was always ready for the next fight