Rebirth: Childhood friend of the heroine

Jagaan comes from a small tribe of the realm.

His tribe might not have resources like those who are closely related to the Elders, but Jagaan never considered taking assistance or borrowing something. It was purely disgusting in his eyes.

Someone who was sold by his parents to slave traders when he was a kid, he knows what it feels like when one gets betrayed. That's why, Jagaan never trusted anyone and built his strength so he doesn't need to rely on anyone.

Those years of training and throwing himself into dangers which could have brought an end to his existence every single time...he did all that without a moment of hesitation.

Because he wanted to be strong. He wanted to be stronger than an army—someone who could thrive alone without needing anyone else.

He has lived his life with that motto.

And today as well, he would prove that he was not meant to fight with a team. He was alone enough.

"Participants, ready?" The soldier, who was working as a referee asked both sides.

Jagaan stood tense, his body wrapped in a thick layer of Soul Energy. He couldn't afford to take risks—not when facing the heiress of the Vampire Monarch. And the other two? They were vampires too. He had to go all in.

Take out the weakest first. His sharp gaze locked onto the violet-haired girl. She'd go down first—then the real fight would begin.

"We're ready," Rebecca declared, stepping forward. The other two stood beside her, though Natasha barely moved, arms folded like she had all the time in the world.

Jagaan didn't wait. He nodded once, his steel-knuckled fist tightening as his aura erupted like a storm.

The soldier raised his hand—then dropped it. "Begin!"

Jagaan shot forward. His steps were light, his speed blinding. Jullie's eyes widened—too slow. Her arms snapped up instinctively, but it wouldn't matter.

Jagaan smirked, feinting high before dipping low, ready to smash her out of the fight in a single strike—

But—

A violent jerk yanked him back mid-motion.

"Gh—!" His breath hitched as his body lurched backward, momentum shattered like glass.

Before he could react, Natasha flung him aside like he was nothing more than a stray cat. His feet barely touched the ground before he tumbled, skidding to a stop.

She exhaled, unimpressed. "Same old thinking."

Jagaan stared at Natasha in disbelief. How did she track my movements?!

But he had no time to dwell on it.

"Eyes on me!"

Rebecca's voice rang out as she lunged, blood-forged claws extending from her hands like writhing tendrils.

Jagaan's eyes sharpened. He didn't just see the attack—he analyzed it. Every tentacle, every shift in their movement, he tracked them like a hunter locking onto prey.

Then, he moved.

"Whoa..."

From the stands, Alex's eyes widened as he watched Jagaan effortlessly weave through the storm of claws. It was as if Rebecca had told him exactly where she would strike.

Jagaan danced between the attacks, his movements fluid, weightless—like he was floating.

Step by step, he closed in on the vampire. His fist clenched, muscles coiling like a spring. Then, the moment he slipped past the thickest tentacle—

He struck.

Rebecca grinned.

She met his fist with her own.

DHAK!

The impact sent a deep shockwave through the air.

The blood tentacles shattered like brittle glass, and Rebecca was sent skidding back, her bones rattling from the impact.

Damn... I'm not built for fistfights, huh? She grimaced, shaking off the numbness in her arms. But her eyes widened as a shadow loomed over her.

Jagaan was still in the air, his clawed hand stretched forward, inches from ripping through her—

SQUELCH!

"Agh!"

His body jerked mid-flight. Pain exploded through his torso as three knives punched into his flesh, sending him crashing to the ground. He gasped, clutching his side, his vision snapping toward the source—

The violet-haired woman stood there, calm, cold, and already flicking another knife between her fingers.

Jagaan growled, the beast inside him rumbling to be let loose. But he swallowed the fury and forced himself to move.

Duck!

Rebecca's foot tore through the space where his head had been a second ago, the wind from her kick whipping against his skin.

"Nice dodge~" she cooed, her grin sharp as a blade.

But he wasn't safe yet.

Suddenly, blood-red tendrils shot out from her heel, curving through the air like spears—

Piercing straight into his shoulder.

"Ghh—!"

Jagaan gritted his teeth as hot pain flared through his body. His breath hitched—before a low, guttural snarl rumbled from his throat.

"You cheeky bitch," he growled, eyes flashing with something dangerous.

Jagaan's body coiled like a spring, and Rebecca's grin vanished in an instant. Her instincts screamed—move! She detached from the tendrils and leaped back, but—

Too late.

CRACKLE!

A shockwave erupted from Jagaan, expanding outward like a raging storm. The air itself trembled as the bluish-white lightning engulfed the battlefield.

"Agh...!" Jullie groaned, her body jerking as the force slammed into her. Rebecca staggered beside her, caught in the blast.

Jagaan's eyes gleamed with raw power. In the next breath—he was gone.

A blur.

Jullie barely had time to react before the wind shrieked above her. She ducked on instinct, her hand flashing as she drove a knife toward his exposed torso—

CLANG!

The blade bounced off his skin like it had struck steel. Not even a scratch.

"Nice try!" Jagaan sneered.

His grip latched onto her throat. Jullie gasped, her feet leaving the ground as he yanked her forward—

WHAM!

His knee drove into her stomach like a battering ram.

"Guh—!"

Her body launched backward. The world spun—her vision blurred—but her legs refused to buckle. She gritted her teeth, stumbling, refusing to fall.

—Jagaan lunged.

No hesitation. No mercy. His next strike would end this.

But—

BOOM!

"Gaaah!"

Pain exploded in his chest. His momentum shattered before he even saw what hit him.

He staggered back, coughing, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. His gaze snapped up—

Natasha.

She stood there, unbothered. Calmly gathering her hair, her fingers twisting it into a tie—

Jagaan snarled, his pride burning hotter than the pain in his chest.

'Like hell, I'm letting her stand there and tie her damn hair!'

With a beastly growl, he lunged, fists crackling with energy as he aimed straight for her skull.

Natasha didn't even glance at him.

She simply shifted her head—barely.

His punch whistled past her cheek, missing by a hair's breadth.

Jagaan gritted his teeth and swung again—faster.

Miss.

Another strike—a blur of fists.

Miss. Miss. Miss.

Natasha's arms remained untouched, her hands still calmly tying her hair as she sidestepped, twisted, and leaned away from his attacks as if she were dancing.

Jagaan roared, swinging a full-force haymaker—

THWAM!

A leg slammed into his ribs like a sledgehammer.

"Ghh—!" His body lurched sideways—but she wasn't done.

Before his foot even touched the ground—

CRACK!

Her knee drove into his gut, folding him in half.

His vision blurred from the force—but she still wasn't done.

WHAM!

A spinning heel kick whipped across his jaw, and Jagaan's world tilted.

His body lifted off the ground, twisting midair before he crashed, hard, rolling across the battlefield in a crumpled heap.

Natasha exhaled softly, tying the final knot in her hair.

"Done."

She cracked her knuckles and looked at her opponent.

Jagaan was barely able to push himself off the ground.

His body was radiating with violent energy. His eyes blazing with fierce determination

Natasha narrowed her eyes, a smirk lifting the edges of her lips, "Come at me, pussy cat."

Jagaan roared, his muscles tensing as he exploded forward like a cannonball.

The ground cracked beneath his feet. The air shuddered from the sheer force of his charge. His steel-knuckled fist gleamed, aimed straight for Natasha's face—

But she didn't move.

Not yet.

Jagaan's punch came in like a meteor.

WHOOSH!

At the very last moment, Natasha simply tilted her head.

Miss.

She was now doing it on purpose.

Jagaan's eyes widened—

BANG!

Her palm smashed into his jaw, rattling his skull before—

THWACK!

A knee slammed into his ribs again, sending him reeling, but he refused to fall this time. He dug his heels in, spinning with a back fist—

Natasha ducked.

Her leg snapped up.

CRACK!

A brutal axe kick crashed down onto Jagaan's shoulder, driving him into the dirt.

Dust exploded around them. The battlefield shook.

Natasha stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders lazily.

"You got me warmed up. Let's continue the battle now..." Her voice soon died in her throat as she realized that her opponent wasn't moving at all.

A deep sigh of displeasure left her lips, as she removed the rubber band from her hair and said, "Such a sore disappointment."

She turned towards her students and found Rebecca clapping in admiration and Jullie had her lips parted slightly in shock.

Natasha, just now, brutally demolished the strong beast.

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A/N:- I mean she is the daughter of a God.

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