Multiverse Fighting Championship: I'm the President

17 – A Rebel

{A week before the show}

The long-haired girl jumped onto a large tree branch, slid down using her enhanced electrical roller skate, then used the power of the wheels in those things to jump higher. She arched her body in the air as she raised her hands, almost forming a C shape.

With the tight dark gray bodysuit, every flex of her muscles was clearly visible.

After performing several maneuvers in the air, she jumps from one tree to another at high speed, occasionally sliding on rocks or ground. Even though those surfaces are not completely flat, the intricate system in her rolling skates will keep her stable.

Matt could only stand in silence, fascinated by those elegant movements. But at the same time, he could feel some ferocity from the rolling skate motor's roars.

She did a whirl in the air like a ballerina, then landed a few feet in front of the president.

"Training, huh?" Matt approached the woman with a smile. "I hope I don't bother you, Miss Salvia."

"No, not at all, sir." Salvia wiped the sweat off her neck and forehead with her hand. "I just finished."

"In that case, could you accompany me for lunch?" Matt held up one of the two paper bags he was carrying. "Burgers, fries, and cola. I hear you like this stuff."

No other fighters' profile mentions anything like that. Only Salvia's is different.

The woman looked at the paper bag without a change in expression, but moments later, she had tears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Matt was bewildered by what was happening in front of him. "Did I do something to you?"

Salvia wiped her tears, then sucked back the snot that was starting to fall, very much like a child. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find a burger forever. The food available here is mostly traditional… Not that I don't like them…. It is just…."

She choked up and couldn't continue her words.

"You really craving these, right?" The president chuckled, though he still couldn't understand that something like this could make someone cry with joy. "Let's find a place to eat."

Their choice fell on a tree the size of three human arms. Matt found lots of long scratch marks on that plant's body.

The president could only speculate that they were remnants from Salvia's training. That woman was the only one who trained in that area.

Salvia studied the large burger in her hand, then sniffed it for a moment. She looked like she was confirming that the food was real.

And after taking a bite, she closed her eyes and chewed slowly, as if she was enjoying the best food from heaven.

"So, how was your training?" Matt opened the chat after biting into his burger. "Are you ready for the show?"

The woman replied while chewing. "I'm ready, sir…. I guess…. Maybe a little? Sorry… To be honest, I don't know."

She grimaced, and Matt chuckled at her expression, which looked like a kid who had just done something wrong.

“Say it, Miss. Raquel Sa…”

"Salvia." The woman corrected his boss using a more serious tone. "My name is Salvia, Sir."

"Very well, Miss Salvia. Forgive me." Matt smiled again. "Are you having fun here? You don't need to think of a strategy to fight against the government and the mafia that failed your people."

Salvia was silent for a few moments. "How far do you know about me, sir?"

"I even know that you and your friends succeeded in overthrowing your city's government." The president sipped his cola.

The woman took a deep breath. "Yeah, at the very least, I can die without regrets. My mission is complete. I hope my town really gets better."

The injury of Salvia, the vigilante, by the police triggers the townspeople to rise up to fight. The fighting was so intense that the central government was forced to intervene by replacing many city officials.

In her dying condition, she watched that victory on television, accompanied by her comrades in arms.

"You must really miss your friends." Matt popped one of the French fries into his mouth. "Some of them grew up with you, roller-skating with you when you guys were little."

"You do know a lot about me, sir." Salvia closed her eyes. "Do you know why I joined the rebels? Apart from my friends being there, of course?"

"Your profile doesn't explain it in detail." The president shrugged. "But I guess it's because you saw for yourself what happened. You used to live in a slum area, where people were oppressed, not given the opportunity to live a decent life and get health care."

"My mother and father, who had been leading the way in planning a large-scale rebellion, were bribed to tell them everything." Salvia took another bite of her burger. "The way the rebels communicate, their hiding places, and so on…. Only with money, my parents become the best lackeys of those tyrants."

Because of that, Salvia threw away her real name, which her parents gave her. After that, Salvia broke away from her parents and created a new rebel organization with her friends.

"Sorry if I brought this up." Matt could detect a single tear in the corner of her eye. "I just want to say it's all over. You can rest easy here, and what's wrong with having fun again."

Salvia started devouring her burger even more. "So, according to you, the definition of having fun is fighting in that cage?"

"Well, you won't know if you don't try." Matt put the second paper bag he brought next to that woman. "I've prepared an outfit with your favorite color. Hope you like it. You no longer need to camouflage yourself in the dark at night."

"This…." She gasped when she took out the contents of the bag, which turned out to be another bodysuit. Instead of being dark gray, that outfit uses a combination of lavender and black.

"In this place, you can be yourself, you know?" Matt could detect that Salvia's eyes glowed up in delight.

"Thank you for these clothes and food. I appreciate it."