Juno could not stay unscathed ten minutes of the fight. Her ether barrier burst with each hit of Kyon’s fist. She suffered a lot of pain as a result of the impact that managed to reach the goal. His blows were so strong that she had to change her tactics to hunting strategy. She tried to dodge his punches taking advantage of her speed and seized every opportunity to hit him suddenly to any weak or unprotected place.

It struck Juno as strange that even with double speed, she could not win the battle. The slave was inferior to her. It was a disadvantage that must have prevented him from fighting and resisting! Why… Why were his movements so unpredictable... How come? Why couldn’t she hit his soft unprotected flesh?! She could not believe that his movements were so perfect! The mongrel slave couldn’t be a gifted fighter! However, soon Juno focused her mind on the duel only.

Their fierce battle had its advantages. Each of her blows that reached the slave-master swept over her in waves of ecstasy. Whenever he was writhing in pain, her old life seemed to get back on track, her envy disappeared. But then, a couple of seconds later, the world started losing its colors again. The awareness that she had been enslaved hit her like a shock wave. It was an excellent motivation to fight more skillfully, become stronger than her enemy. It encouraged Juno and gave her strength. She would never accept that a dirty beggar looked down on her.

During the fierce battle, Kyon got a lot of bruises and contusions even if he managed to soften the impact of about two-thirds of her blows with pure energy.

Kyon thought that if he had mastered the basic grade of the elements before meeting Juno at the hot spring, he would have survived in the mansion. He would have withstood her beatings. He would have recovered with the help of Synergy much faster than he got injured. His only trouble would have been to food...

The balance of Juno’s and Kyon’s power was far from equal. He moved a little faster than he did before. He counterattacked better and got far fewer injuries. Juno was afraid of pain and did not want to lose to her enemy. She was careful, and it played right into Kyon’s hand. Like a graceful cat fighting a poisonous snake, she tried to evade and attack herself. It was quite a show.

Each time she hit her enemy, Juno let out a whoop of joy, delight lit her face. But when Kyon hit her hard, she winced, about to whine in pain. Anyone would take pity on her to be forgiven in heaven once and for all.

Kyon kept trying to create his own movement technique and struggled to focus on the battle. He found out that infusing his muscles with energy in a certain way made them contract much faster. However, even if he worked more on those ideas, his technique would not rise over the “C” rank. He had to continue with the experiments as he was missing out a lot. A complete analysis of all the neurons in the basic grade of pure energy is excellent for creating an effective technique. For most masters, one minute of his study was equal to years of hard and diligent work. It’s hard to imagine how difficult it is to create one’s own movement technique.

At some point, Kyon realized that his energy was over (that’s what unreasonable waste of his energy could do to him) while the girl was full of strength and determination.

{Well, I will degrade the little fool another time.} - Kyon thought with annoyance. He was eager to beat her in an “honest” way.

Juno noticed that the slave was exhausted. He didn’t use the element anymore. Now he was like a cornered child, he was in her power! Her ego rejoiced: “I am no mediocrity! He lied!” A sweet victorious smile appeared on Juno’s face. However, Kyon suddenly stretched out his hand and said:

«Please, let’s stop the fight.»

She froze. A moment of disappointment instantly gave way to the triumph of her victory. «Ha! So, who's the fool here?! You have lost, admit it! I can see that you have no more strength! Why are you trying to keep your pride unceremoniously stopping the fight?! Don’t you have no self-esteem? Sure... Where would a pitiful slave get it? You will never have as much energy as I do because you are just a slave.» - A gleam of triumph sparkled in her eyes.

A wry smile slid across Kyon's face. «Have I ever tried to hide my defeat? And how does it change the fact that you are nothing but mediocrity?» - He really wanted to humiliate the arrogant girl.

Juno looked arrogantly at the loser, her arms folded. «All you can do is keep saying how weak I am. Let's be honest. You lost like a pathetic old dog!»

Kyon looked at her like she was a crazy fool. «You have almost lost to the enemy, whose development is two stages lower than yours, who is twice as slow as you are. You’ve got some nerve and no brains to claim you are no mediocrity after that. When I master the lousiest simplest movement technique, I will beat you fair and square.» - He was obsessed with this idea.

It hit Juno like a bucket of cold water. She stopped dead and opened her mouth in surprise. How stupid she was! She had convinced herself that victory over him would get her lost dignity back when in fact, he was right! It took her so much sweat to defeat him! What a shame… Her sweet, childishly naive face blushed. Joy gave way to indignation, anger was replaced with confidence. «So what?! I have beaten you and that’s what matters! I have humiliated you! You are weak and pathetic!»

She finished and headed for the exit, pleased with herself. Let the slave choke on his own saliva with indignation, the main thing is that she defeated him.

«I did not allow you to leave the training ground.» - Kyon said coldly.

Juno turned around, her lips pursed. She shuddered from the mere glance at his insolent face. How dared he to give her commands? She was out of her element again. It didn’t fit a noble lady to obey orders. Even her grandfather always asked her politely. As for guys like Yegorka, they begged her to do anything she didn’t feel like doing. But a slave... She would never accept it.

Juno did her best to keep cool. She sat on the bench, crossed her legs and said:

«What do you want from me, loser?»

Her words could hurt anyone, but not Kyon. He was completely indifferent to Juno’s insult.

«I did not give you permission to sit on my bench, miserable slave! Now you have soiled it! I order you to hit yourself in the chest three times and call the servants to clean the dirty bench!» - He said in a piercing almost screaming voice, paying Juno back in her own coin.

Her eyes widened. «No… You can’t…» - Her body had already stood up against her own will. Her hand no longer belonged to her. She struck herself three times in the chest and, with a wry face, touched the formation on her wrist to call the servants.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Kyon to know that she was hurt, that despair reigned in her soul. Hatred was slowly growing inside her ensuring him that she wasn’t going to break down, that she would stand up to him. If Juno was afraid of him, he would lose interest in her. He would never hesitate to use her fear against her anytime and anywhere.

After the servants left, Kyon sat down, regally spread his legs and stretched his hand in front of Juno. «I order you to kneel and kiss my hand to apologize for your wrongdoing.»

Shock and horror reflected on Juno’s pale face. She couldn’t believe her ears. «No…» But a second later, she couldn’t control herself. She fell on her bare knees and kissed Kyon’s hand: «Master, forgive the talentless fool for her misbehavior…»

Kyon sighed wearily. Her stupidity was so annoying. He looked down on her with disdain. «Dirty trash, never dare to soil the place where I sit again!»

Juno nearly fainted. Her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, she was dizzy. {It can’t be... He said that... To me...} - The world turned upside down. She just wanted to die, but first, she needed to kill the dickhead, tear him apart, take a bath in his blood. Do all slaves have feelings? No way. The higher they rise, the harder they fall.

As for Kyon, he felt at peace at last. Everything fell into its rightful place. Juno’s lovely emerald eyes looked up at him with despair, disgust, and anger. He wanted to kiss her just to make her spit blood with anger. He hated her very much, indeed. However, the fact that she was beautiful and sweet transformed his hate into something even more disgusting. He didn’t want only to beat her, but also to dominate her in all possible ways. It was too mundane and crass for his main goal, that’s why it was time to move on.

The masters had long given Lovr a taste for inaccessible heights. Their attempt to prepare a human to turn into a god was crowned with success. The principle of paying debts, a clear understanding of good and evil, as well as justice (individual for everyone) and humanity, allowed him to get everything he needed to a sufficient measure.

At the moment, his character and ambitions demanded new goals, plans, and priorities that could help him achieve the desired heights. His motivation could be understood if take into account the fact that peace and degradation were tortures for him while movement and self-development were his source of life and pure joy.

As far as he figured out this world, he couldn’t powerful with talent only. He was talented enough, but he also needed resources. If he wanted to raise his limit of development, he needed a good foundation, that is, a unique body. And a good nurtured body required considerable resources. To boost the speed of his development, he needed high-quality medicine to accelerate cycles, breakthrough medicine, and medicine of Enzymes that accelerated the body and soul development. He also needed to live in the places dense with energy like the estate of the Stones. To improve the quality of his energy and to defeat opponents at higher stages of development, he needed expensive enchanted weapons; incredible powerful techniques; advanced grade of elements; a developed unique body; tons of powerful assisting, attacking and defensive items, or rather formations. All that had one thing in common... {I need a lot of resources!} There was no doubt it required a high position in the family, in the kingdom, in the empire, in the world! He set himself his main goal to achieve legitimate power in the Stone family. It was the first step.