Morning sunlight stretched across Keifer's house—but peace didn't exist there.
"KEIRAN, STOP RUNNING!" Keigen shouted, chasing the 9-year-old around the dining table.
"I'M TRAINING!" Keiran yelled, clutching a piece of toast like it was a trophy.
Jay leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching them with quiet amusement. "Training for what? Olympic breakfast?"
Keigen snorted. "At this rate, he'll win gold in stealing food."
Keiran ran straight to Jay, grabbing her sleeve. "Jay! You're gonna win today, right? Like—EVERYTHING?"
Jay crouched slightly, meeting his eyes. "I'll try my best."
Keifer walked in, calm as always, adjusting his sleeves. "She doesn't 'try.' She finishes things."
Keigen looked at Jay again—this time not teasing.
"…Then don't hold back," he said. "I wanna see it properly."
Jay smiled faintly.
"You will."
HVIS – Competition Grounds
The campus was alive.
Crowds gathered. Banners waved. Energy filled the air.
And whispers followed Jay the moment she stepped in with Section E.
"Isn't she just a CEO?""She's probably not even athletic.""She's here for attention."
Kit cracked his neck. "They're about to embarrass themselves."
Mayo yawned. "I'm just here to watch."
Felix's eyes followed the arena. "Focus. It's starting."
Jay stepped forward.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Jay stepped onto the mat.
Her opponent smirked. "You sure you belong here?"
Jay tilted her head slightly.
"Start."
He attacked instantly—
A fast front kick aimed at her ribs.
Jay shifted half a step.
The kick missed completely.
Before his foot touched the ground—
TAP.
Her foot struck his thigh—light, precise.
Testing.
He frowned.
Charged again—
This time faster.
Roundhouse kick—
Jay raised her arm—
BLOCK.
The impact echoed—but she didn't move.
Then—
Pivot.
WHIP—ROUNDHOUSE KICK.
Her foot cut through the air and struck his side cleanly.
THWACK.
He staggered.
Before he could recover—
Jay stepped in.
Grabbed his arm.
Twisted.
Raised her knee—
Controlled strike to his torso.
His breath left him.
Final move—
SPINNING BACK KICK.
Direct.
Precise.
He dropped.
Silence.
Referee: "WINNER—JAY!"
Cin let out a low whistle. "That was… too easy."
Kit grinned. "She didn't even warm up."
New opponent.
Bigger.
Confident.
He grabbed her gi tightly.
Pulled.
Jay allowed it.
Then—
Her foot slid behind his.
Her hips turned—
HIP THROW.
He lifted—
Then slammed onto the mat.
Gasps.
He got up, frustrated.
Charged again—
Jay stepped aside—
Hooked his ankle—
SWEEP.
He fell again.
She transitioned instantly—
Pinned his arm—
Locked him.
Referee: "MATCH OVER!"
MJ shouted, "SHE'S TOO OP
Serve.
Fast.
Opponent returned.
Rally began—
Speed increasing.
Jay adjusted grip.
Changed angle.
SIDE-SPIN SHOT.
The ball curved.
Miss.
Point.
Next rally—
Longer.
Faster.
Her wrist flicked—
SMASH.
Game.
Opponent didn't even react in time.
Crowd roaring.
Keifer smirked. "Let's go."
Jay nodded.
Serve.
Fast.
Return.
Rally.
Keifer attacked with power—
Jay responded with precision.
He smashed—
She returned.
He aimed corner—
She was already there.
Final shot—
CROSS-LINE PERFECT HIT.
Game.
Keifer laughed softly. "Still ahead."
Jay extended her hand. "You're improving
Full court chaos.
Cin passed fast.Kit distracted defenders.Felix blocked everything.Mayo stayed calm.
Jay controlled the flow.
"Switch!"
Perfect timing.
Keifer dunked.
Crowd exploded.
Final play—
Jay stole the ball—
Ran—
Jumped—
BUZZER SHOT.
WIN.
Freya, Mica, Rakki, Gorya, Kanning, Aum—
Unstoppable.
Cheerleading—perfect sync.
Volleyball—powerful spikes.
Dodgeball—clean eliminations.
They won EVERYTHING.
Jay watched, smiling.
Swimming—
Dive.
Perfect strokes.
First place.
Marathon—
No slowing.
No hesitation.
First place
The crowd roared.
🥇 Jay🥈 Keifer🥉 Kevin
Section E shouted wildly.
Kit: "SHE CLEARED EVERYTHING!"
Mayo: "Expected."
The principal stepped forward.
"Today, we witnessed excellence."
Silence.
He looked at Jay.
"And we request… Jay, would you perform for us?"
The crowd ERUPTED.
Keifer leaned in. "Go."
Jay smiled.
"Alright.
Music dropped.
Jay moved.
Sharp.
Clean.
Powerful.
Every step perfect.
Every beat controlled.
The crowd lost it.
Keifer watched silently.
She owned the stage.
Black belt stepped forward.
"Fight me."
Jay nodded.
He attacked fast—
Jay moved slightly—
Miss.
Grab.
Twist.
SWEEP.
He fell instantly.
Her foot stopped at his chest.
Match over.
Coach stepped forward.
"Fight me."
Jay accepted.
He attacked—
She avoided—
Minimal movement.
Then—
Grab.
Turn.
CONTROL THROW.
He fell.
Silence.
The coach stood.
Then bowed slightly.
"Will you… accept me as your disciple?"
Shock everywhere.
Jay smiled.
"…We'll see."