The arena was huge and misleading. After the White Wolf had parted ways with the boy he took to trying to find out where he needed to go to watch the match he had been excited about since arriving. The ushers whom he asked around claimed that the fight was already underway and he might have missed it. The tan teenager's heart sank a little but the demonic Id in his mind poked his legs forward regardless. Before long he was walking without realizing it. It had been a stressful day, he argued with himself, and he was thinking about maybe waiting for the next clan member's bout since apparently their new leader was one of the many fights going on.
The demonic Id poked him again making him walk faster. With a sigh the boy pushed on.
After about five minutes in he finally righted his way around. It seemed the best advice anyone could have given him was follow the sound of screams and not a single person had dropped such wisdom. Once he followed the loud sounds enough he found a large arc that lead out into the sunlight. He stepped out into the warmth, looking for an empty seat in the stands to take his place and get a better look. As he sat down, before he even got a good look, he felt power exploding from the Arena. His face snapped forward and the boy's eyes drank in the scene greedily as he watched Kyuji display her fighting prowess against the older man. He had missed a good portion of the fight it seemed as the ground and fighers both looked like they had been fighting for a few minutes but only the older gent looked weary. His cousin looked like she was holding her head up proudly as the attacks pressed on.
The boy sat there and slowly crossed his arms in wonder, watching and noting the techniques being used and learning first hand how a real fight between two shinobi would look. Unfortunately for Michino he would get a closer taste of this later once he would return to Suna, but that was for another time.
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The demonic Id poked him again making him walk faster. With a sigh the boy pushed on.
After about five minutes in he finally righted his way around. It seemed the best advice anyone could have given him was follow the sound of screams and not a single person had dropped such wisdom. Once he followed the loud sounds enough he found a large arc that lead out into the sunlight. He stepped out into the warmth, looking for an empty seat in the stands to take his place and get a better look. As he sat down, before he even got a good look, he felt power exploding from the Arena. His face snapped forward and the boy's eyes drank in the scene greedily as he watched Kyuji display her fighting prowess against the older man. He had missed a good portion of the fight it seemed as the ground and fighers both looked like they had been fighting for a few minutes but only the older gent looked weary. His cousin looked like she was holding her head up proudly as the attacks pressed on.
The boy sat there and slowly crossed his arms in wonder, watching and noting the techniques being used and learning first hand how a real fight between two shinobi would look. Unfortunately for Michino he would get a closer taste of this later once he would return to Suna, but that was for another time.
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