Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Jasmine stood on one side while Tiffany stood on the other side, readying her blades to throw at once. She did not care for anything at the moment than to strike the girl who dared to come fight her.

Two knives appeared in her hand, ready to throw. "When do we start?" Tiffany asked.

"Anytime you want," Jasmine said.

"Okay," Tiffany said. "Now!"

She threw the knives just as quickly as she said it, and the knives flew toward Jasmine in the distance.

Jasmine dodged to the ground, but the knife followed her, hitting her right on her chest. A loud thud made the crowd go silent with everyone wondering how easily the match had ended.

"Hah!" Tiffany said with a surprise. "That's it? For someone who talked so big, you are nothing."

Her eyes turned toward Ning. "You don't come after me now. Nor do you send anyone after me," she said and turned to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" a voice came from behind her, far enough that Tiffany had to pause and wonder if she was the one being called.

She turned around slowly and was surprised to see Jasmine standing there with not a single wound on her chest.

"How…?" Tiffany asked, confused.

"I believe our deal was that the game ends when one of us screams," Jasmine said. "I did not scream."

Tiffany's eyes narrowed, looking at the knife behind Jasmine. "A treasure of some sort?" she asked. "Must be it."

Another two knives appeared out of her jacket, and she immediately tossed it toward Jasmine. The knives flew in an arc, landing directly in Jasmine's chest. And then they passed right through her boy.

There was no wound on Jasmine. The Jasmine there was a fake.

"What is this?" Tiffany found it difficult to comprehend the situation. "Is that not you?"

"You wanna know where I am?" Jasmine's obviously fake figure asked. "Why don't you ask them?"

Just as Tiffany wondered what Jasmine was talking about, numerous figures ran out from the crowd, making their way into the circle, and running toward Tiffany.

Tiffany panicked. "That was not the deal," she shouted and pulled out knives to throw at people. Her hands moved and two knives flew out of it, hitting two disgusting-looking men in the chest, and then the knives slipped out of their back, leaving no mark.

"More fakes?" Tiffany asked, surprised.

The two men turned translucent, losing most of their form as the knife had dealt some damage. Tiffany threw more knives and destroyed the two men on the second hit.

Tiffany realized that these fakes could be destroyed, as long as she hit them at least two times. She wondered why that hadn't worked with the girl's fake figure, but that was not what mattered.

She needed to get rid of the distraction for now. Who knew what one could do with the chaos of a dozen different fakes? Not to mention, she didn't know what the fakes themselves could do to her.

She was not going to wait for her to find out.

Knives slipped out of her jacket into her hand as if she was performing magic. The act of pulling a knife out was so casual to her that people almost didn't see her pulling the knives out.

One moment her hands were empty, and at the next moment they were already throwing out knives toward her enemy.

She moved in a circle, drawing knives from anywhere, shooting around in every direction. As soon as the knives left her hand, the direction no longer mattered. The knives quickly took a turn and flew toward her target.

Which, in this instance was a bunch of fake people.

Tiffany turned into a blur of death, throwing knives out in every direction as though a machine designed for death. Many of the pirates were finally starting to understand why it was that she was called Whirlwind Tiffany.

Tiffany did her best to strike every fake that was coming after her, destroying almost all but a few. When she hit the first of the 3 men remaining, she realized the problem she had come across.

She had no knives remaining. She had used all of her knives to throw at her enemies, and now she had run all out. 'Damn it,' Tiffany thought.

Guns would've been so much easier to carry with them holding so many bullets at all times. Bullets themselves were much easier to carry around than knives as well.

But because her treasure required her to directly throw the object she wished to hit someone else with, she could not use a gun. She had to be in contact with the object and couldn't even wear gloves on her hand.

It was frustration.

Tiffany looked at the 3 that still remained, none of which looked like the original girl she was supposed to be fighting. She wondered which one if any of them were real at all.

Had she just gotten unlucky and missed the real person?

She had to see. She reached for some rocks on the floor now that she had run out of knives to use. Just as she picked 3, someone slammed onto her back, pushing her forward onto the ground.

Tiffany grunted as her chin scraped on the dirt road surface, pain flaring through her. At the same time, someone jumped on her back, pinning her arms to the side with their legs.

"Get off me!" Tiffany cried out.

"No," Jasmine spoke with some slight heavy breathing. She reached out to Tiffany's face, moving aside her fuzzy hair to reveal two ears.

"Time for you to scream, bitch!" Jasmine grabbed onto those two ears and twisted them hard.

"AAARGH!" Tiffany screamed, out loud, her voice heard by everyone in the crowd.

Jasmine appeared from thin air, removing her invisibility, seeming quite tired from what she had done. She let go of Tiffany and took some deep breaths, unable to stop a smile from coming onto her face.

She had won.