WITH VIGOR IN YOUR EYES // open, sparring competition

sparring competition? he grimaced. he didn't particularly like caesar- he seemed to be cruel, but rinto couldn't blame him. that sort of behavior is what the typhoon encouraged. this beautiful tropical paradise harbored nightmares of people. rinto had decided to join, though, and that was his own fault.

perhaps he could condition himself. he wanted to enjoy what this clan had to offer. stopping next to sylvina, he glanced over to her. she was a tiny child, and he hoped caesar would tell her she couldn't participate, although that was unlikely. this clan raised fighters from the get-go. he decided he too would learn how to fight in a effective way, not his usual 'stab them and see what happens' method.

rinto turned to caesar. "hey! i want to fight you," he said, confidently. caesar loved fighting, didn't he? even though he was organizing the competition, he hoped caesar would agree. the serval was a lot bigger than him, but rinto would feel bad fighting anybody else. he needed to train against bigger opponents, and people who were a lot more relentless than him. he too wanted to be powerful.