Seth's grin widened, seeing the acceptance letter slide out of the envelope. And that's when he saw the score print out. He had asked specifically for one, and he had some people who made sure he got one. And that was when his grin faded, his face freezing in shock.
1st place- Yukino Miyamoto and Daigo Taruga - 79 points
2nd place- Ryuji Shoku and Veno Kasplozen - 78 points
3rd place- Ken Yuma - 76 points
4th place- Seth Kunaita - 74 points
He started to shake violently, throwing the letter to the floor. "Damnit!" He had only just missed out on the top cut. To any normal person that margin would've been a comfort, but to Seth this was an insult. He heaved himself out of the hospital bed, some bandages falling off in the process. He hastily got changed, keeping on some of the necessary bandages underneath his clothes, storming out of the room and down the corridor.
He found his way to an abandoned area, although he could hear more noise here than usual. Hopping a wall, he made his way into an abandoned construction site. He often came here for training, or for moments like these where it was best to hit something. He held his hands out wide, producing some of the thickest chains he had ever made. He practiced swinging them around a bit. Getting used to the weight change was a bit weird, making timing and reacting harder. He would just have to live with that for now, the only way to deal with that problem was practice. He launched them towards a large rock, pulling back as they strapped to it.
With all his available effort, and his pent up rage, he threw the rock into the air, it landing with a heavy thud, launching the sand and pebbles around it. Getting more frustrated, he repeated the move again, this time the rock breaking down the middle into two parts. He leaned over, puffing heavy breaths. He was still injured from that stupid exam. Catching his breath the best he could, he turned around, to an incomplete stone pillar. Latching onto it with a curved throw of the chains, he stretched his arms to the side as hard as he could, pushing his muscles to the limit. He called the chains back, his arms aching and the pillar refusing to split in two, no matter how hard he pulled. He growled angrily, launching two lines of spikes that hooked into it, followed by chains to reinforce them. Spinning around with all his might, he eventually pulled the pillar with him, letting it go in the direction of a metal fence. Luckily, the pillar hit the floor, skidding to a stop just before it made impact. He turned his burning eyes towards his final target, a stone wall standing on it's own. He walked over to in front of it, ready to practice his new move. This would be extremely handy in urban combat. Taking 10 steps back exactly, he launched two chainspikes at it from long range, both of them latching on via the hook into the middle of the wall, where there was a crack in the stone with multiple crack lines stemming out from it. Pulling back extremely hard, it wasn't working. It was like the wall was pulling back, his legs starting to drag towards the wall, Seth trying his best to keep his balance by hanging onto the chains. "No." He thought. "I'M NOT FOURTH RATE LIKE THEM OR DAD! AND I NEVER WILL BE!" He screamed. Pulling back with all his remaining force, he got himself back to his feet, and with one last pull removed most of the centre of the wall, it crashing to the ground alongside his chains, leaving a cloud of smoke and sand. He looked up, attempting to wipe the insane amounts of sweat from his face, failing to keep up. All that was left was the empty and crooked frame of the wall, him breathing heavily, still in his fighting stance.
