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The third day of the Gold Eagle Hunting Competition had arrived like a storm waiting to break. The forest air was thick with tension as teams from across the region surged into the woods, hearts pounding with determination. This was the final chance. The last opportunity to prove themselves.
Vishwa, Joseph, and Hitami stood silently at the forest's edge, taking one final breath before the horn blared, signaling the start.
"This is it," Joseph said, eyes sharp. "Let's end this."
They moved quickly into the dense woods. Every sound—the crunch of leaves, the rustle of a branch—set their senses on edge.
Moments later, Joseph's eyes caught movement—sleek, fast, and orange.
"A fox!" he shouted. "I'm going after it!"
Before Vishwa could respond, Joseph sprinted off the path. He chased the creature across a narrow ridge, his boots slipping on loose gravel. The next moment, his foot caught the edge—and he slid.
"Joseph!" Hitami gasped.
They rushed to the ledge just as Joseph tumbled down the slope. A loud thud echoed through the forest.
"Joseph!" Vishwa called.
A groan came from below. Joseph was lying among thick brush, a shallow cut on his arm but otherwise safe. He waved at them with a crooked grin. "I'm okay! Took a shortcut."
Vishwa exhaled in relief.
"I'll circle around and meet you at the finish line!" Joseph shouted. "Keep hunting!"
With no time to waste, Vishwa and Hitami pushed forward, deeper into the forest, unaware that destiny was preparing its fiercest trial yet.
They tread cautiously through the forest's dense heart, their eyes scanning for prey. Just as they neared a clearing, the air shifted—tense, cold, and silent.
Then came the roar.
A deep, monstrous sound that shook the trees and froze their blood. Birds scattered into the sky. The forest held its breath.
Vishwa grabbed Hitami's hand. "Stay behind me."
From the shadows stepped a massive black tiger—taller than a man, its muscles rippling beneath its dark striped fur. Its golden eyes locked onto them with a predator's calm fury. The creature was more than just a beast—it was nature's vengeance, a living embodiment of power.
Hitami gasped. "W-what is that doing here?! That's not on the hunt list!"
The tiger snarled and charged with terrifying speed.
Vishwa shoved Hitami aside just in time, taking the brunt of the tiger's first swipe. He flipped backward, barely catching himself. The tiger lunged again, its claws slashing the air.
Vishwa countered with a powerful kick to its side, forcing it back a few steps. His heart pounded. Every movement had to be precise. One wrong step would be his last.
Hitami stood to the side, clutching her staff, unable to get close. "Vishwa! I can help—!"
"No!" Vishwa barked, blood already trickling from a scratch on his arm. "Stay back! It'll tear you apart!"
The tiger roared and lunged again. This time, Vishwa ducked under its swipe and punched upward into its jaw. The impact stunned the beast for a second—but just a second.
With a savage growl, it reared up and slammed its paw across his chest.
Vishwa gasped as pain exploded through his torso. The claws tore through his shirt and into flesh, carving a deep gash from shoulder to rib.
He fell to his knees, blood soaking through the bandage.
Hitami screamed. "No!"
The tiger turned to her.
And Vishwa's instincts screamed louder than the pain.
He pushed himself between the tiger and Hitami, arms raised, barely standing. "If you want someone… take me!"
Hitami trembled, her eyes wide with tears. "Vishwa… please… don't…"
He looked at her, bleeding and shaking but still standing. "Run if I fall. Don't stop."
The tiger growled again. It had sensed his weakness.
It lunged.
Time slowed.
The beast's claw was coming down—fast, aimed for his head. Vishwa raised his arms, too slow to block. He braced for death, hoping only that Hitami would get away.
Then—
A roar of fire.
A burst of energy.
And a figure exploded from the trees behind them.
Joseph.
He slammed into the tiger mid-air, blade drawn, igniting with fiery ki. The force knocked the beast to the side, sending it tumbling into a nearby boulder.
"Get your filthy claws off my friend!" Joseph shouted, eyes blazing.
The tiger growled, shaken but not defeated.
Joseph turned, standing protectively in front of Vishwa and Hitami.
"You alright?" he asked, voice rough.
Vishwa coughed, wincing. "Still breathing."
Joseph's hand tightened around the hilt of his blade. "Then let's end this."
The tiger roared one last time and lunged for them. But this time, they were ready.
Hitami struck first, jabbing the beast's foreleg with her staff, throwing off its balance. Joseph spun around with a blazing kick, flame-ki trailing from his foot, smashing into the tiger's ribs. The creature staggered—and Vishwa, summoning the last of his strength, stepped forward.
He gathered the ki within his aching chest—steady, silent, strong.
He struck the tiger's forehead with an open palm.
The forest shook.
The black tiger collapsed with a final, guttural cry. Still breathing—but unconscious.
Silence returned.
The birds chirped again. The wind stirred the leaves.
Hitami dropped to her knees beside Vishwa, tears streaming. "You're hurt—bad—!"
Vishwa gave her a tired smile. "You're safe. That's what matters."
Joseph crouched beside them, pulling out a cloth to slow the bleeding. "You idiot. You could've died."
"I would've," Vishwa muttered, "if you hadn't come."
Joseph's expression softened. "Well… we're not done yet. Let's take that tiger. That's more than enough points to win."
They wrapped the unconscious beast in ropes and carried it, struggling but determined, back toward Gold Eagle City.
Cheers erupted as they emerged into the clearing. No one could believe their eyes—a black tiger being hauled by three exhausted but triumphant hunters.
The judges stared in shock. "This… this is worth a hundred points at least!"
The scoreboards flipped.
Team South Crest: 375 points. Rank: 1st.
The hunting competition was over.
And Vishwa—bloodied but unbroken—stood at the center of it all.