The forest was quiet at the start of the second day. The light crept back in just like the darkness had co — not all at once, but in stages. The canopy above the deep woods let go of the darkness in layers, revealing little pockets of light between the ancient trunks. These spots grew from tiny glimrs to larger patches, creating a kind of visibility that was usable, yet never quite reached the bright, clear light of the city beyond.
The birds that inhabited the forest's mid-zone began their morning sound sowhere in the distance — muffled by the deep zone's density, arriving as texture rather than individual noise.
Robert was already awake.
Robert had been awake for an hour before the light began to change, still sitting against the sa trunk he had leaned on during the second hour of the night. His eyes were open, and his mind was already churning through the tasks that awaited him on the second day. Sai was awake across from him—he had been alert when Robert opened his eyes, which ant he either had not slept at all or had gotten just enough rest before the light returned.
Neither of them spoke imdiately.
Robert started his morning by assessing the situation. He reviewed the storage ring, feeling its weight and considering the density of what it held. There were three Rank Three cores, one Rank Two core, and total sixty-five points sitting in the storage ring.
He thought about the other pairs.
The Walker pair had gone deep imdiately. Harvey Walker's Level 7 Mid Stage made the deep zone his natural theatre. Four Rank Three cores were a conservative estimate for a pair at that level operating in deep zone territory for a full first day.
Eighty points minimum. Possibly more.
The Clark pair had been the mid-zone sound he had heard at the eight-ter mark during his first mid-zone hunt — moving without sufficient concealnt, generating beast attention. They were efficient but not deep. With their cultivation level, they can achieve fourteen Rank Two beats cores, which is roughly around seventy points.
The Brown pair was in mid-zone of the forest with Conner Brown's patient consistency. Sixty points was a reasonable. It could be higher if Dustin's speed had produced more ground coverage than estimated.
The Brooks pair had attempted sothing at the mid-deep transition — Max Brooks's cultivation level made a boundary Rank Three attempt plausible on the first day. One Rank Three and several Rank Two cores. Sixty points in that range.
He looked at the forest ahead.
Walker leading. Osborn is within striking distance of Clark and above Brown and Brooks on current estimates. The second day needed to separate the Osborn pair from the middle of the field and close the gap on Walker.
Going deeper was the only direction that achieved both. He stood. Sai stood with him.
The second day's first hour moved differently from the first day's first hour.
Robert and Sai were already in the deep zone — already past the threshold that had taken the first day's initial movent to reach. They did not need to cross the outer zone or the mid-zone. They woke into the competition's most valuable territory and moved through it from the mont they began.
The first Rank Three encounter ca within forty minutes.
A different beast from the previous day's targets — heavier through the body, with a hide pattern that indicated it had occupied this specific section of the deep zone for long enough that the territory itself showed evidence of its presence.
The area cleared around its set position was larger than the one from yesterday's beast. The disruption in the undergrowth along its patrol route was more pronounced.
Older. More experienced in its territory. More expensive to take. Robert assessed it for ninety seconds from concealnt before deciding on the approach.
Yesterday's beast had charged before the technique completed. This one would not charge until it had identified the full threat. A beast that waited for complete information before committing was harder to bait into a positional mistake than one that reacted to the first stimulus.
He adjusted the approach accordingly.
Sai moved first this ti — not to attack, to be visible. To give the beast its complete threat picture early, while Robert closed from the concealed angle with his approach tid to arrive at the mont the beast committed to Sai as its primary target.
Sai stepped into the beast's sightline from forty ters and held his position.
The beast saw him. Processed him. Began its territory-owner assessnt—the particular slow read that older deep-zone beasts perford before deciding whether sothing in their space constituted a threat that required imdiate response or a presence that could be managed through escalating warning behaviour.
Robert was at fifteen ters and closing.
The beast decided on an imdiate response.
It moved toward Sai with the particular committed power of a beast that had resolved its assessnt and was no longer calculating—just executing. Its charge was faster than its body suggested it should be, the deep zone's residents having developed speed to match their size because size alone had not been sufficient against the other things that lived here.
Sai activated Nine Shadows Step.
Not the full outco — just the departure reduction, the afterimage pressure at his original position, giving the beast's trajectory a fraction of a second of misdirection. Enough. Sai was three ters left of where the charge arrived.
Robert was at six ters.
Twin Dragon Fang at full outco — the sound of it in the deep zone's compressed silence was sharper than it had been in the mid-zone, the technique's pressure wave registering against the ancient trunks with an impact that the forest floor absorbed but did not disappear.
The twin strikes landed at the beast's exposed rear quarter — the disruption and the follow-through arriving at the positions the technique required.
The beast stumbled.
Sai's Shadow Cross Slash ca from the left in the half-second the stumble produced — the crossing arc finding the gap the stumble had opened in the beast's defensive positioning.
The beast went down on the third combined hit.
Robert pulled out the core. It is a Rank Three. Heavier than what we had yesterday. The quality is definitely on the rise within this rank.
Twenty points.
He looked at Sai.
Sai's cut from the previous day had held its dressing through the night. His shoulder was moving at full range. He was functional, and he looked it.
They moved.
By midday, the Osborn pair had added two more Rank Three cores to the morning's first.
Three Rank Three cores on the second day alone. Sixty additional points. Combined with the previous day's sixty-five, their total sat at one hundred twenty-five points going into the second afternoon.
Robert sat against a trunk in a brief rest position and looked at the number honestly.
One hundred twenty-five. Walker was probably at one hundred forty or higher if the second day had matched the first. The gap was real but not terminal. One good second afternoon and a strong third day could close it.
He stood.
Then he heard sothing. Not a beast. Not the forest's ordinary mid-canopy movent. A sound that the deep zone's compressed silence made imdiately distinct from everything else it contained — the particular sharp impact of a cultivation technique executed at full output against a living target.
Close. Forty ters. From South-southwest of the forest.
Robert was still before Sai's hand ca up in the signal they had established for this exact situation.
Both of them were motionless. Listening.
A second impact. Sa direction. Closer by ten ters than the first — whatever was producing was moving toward them while fighting.
Then a voice. Low, carrying through the deep zone's density with the ease of a cultivation level that produced that effect without trying.
A single sentence.
This isn't directed at Robert and Sai; Directed at whoever the second impact had landed on.
"Leave the cores and walk out. I will not ask twice."
Robert recognised the cultivation energy signature behind that voice from forty ters of forest and dense canopy.
Harvey Walker.
The second day had produced the collision that Robert had understood was possible since Elder Tom's unspoken implication had been delivered in the competition's rules by omission.
Harvey Walker was in the deep zone. Moving through it the way his cultivation level permitted — directly, at pace, without the concealnt effort that the Osborn pair had maintained since entering, because concealnt was the resource of a pair that could not afford to be found.
Harvey Walker could afford to be found.
What Robert had not calculated precisely was the direction.
Harvey was forty ters south-southwest and closing — moving through the deep zone toward a position that placed the Osborn pair directly in his forward path within the next two to three minutes of continued movent.
Robert looked at Sai.
Sai looked back. His expression carried the particular quality it used when the situation had moved from hunting into sothing that required a different category of decision.
Robert's thinking moved fast and without any drama on this situation.
Harvey Walker. Level 7 Mid Stage. Iron Collapse Fist at Advanced Stage. Boulder Shift at Mid Stage. One month of Zilton Walker's personal guidance. Currently in the deep zone, moving with the confidence of soone who had been here all day and had not encountered anything that gave him reason to adjust that confidence.
The rules said killing was prohibited.
The rules said nothing else about what was permitted.
Harvey Walker was forty ters away, and the forest between them was providing cover that would last approximately two minutes.
Robert made his decision in the space between two of Sai's breaths.
He signalled left — the deep concealnt signal, the one that ant full technique suppression, full movent silence, do not disturb the forest floor's ambient noise level by any asurable amount.
Sai moved left without any word.
Robert moved right.
Not away from Harvey Walker's direction. Parallel to it — maintaining the forty-ter distance, matching his pace to Harvey's forward movent, using the ancient trunks and the deep zone's density as the concealnt layer between them.
Harvey Walker was looking for the Osborn pair.
He had not found them yet.
Robert intended to keep it that way until he understood exactly what Harvey Walker was carrying and exactly how the next encounter should go.
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