Cain and the young man stood at opposite ends of the arena. The host had long since yelled the go sign, but the two of them weren't like bulls that would charge at each other as soon as their restraints were removed.
The young man looked at Cain straight in the eyes, as if piercing him with his gaze and raking through his life with his eyes.
"He is quite intense when it comes to studying his opponent," Cain thought to himself.
The way the young man studied Cain made him feel scared.
"But it's not like it would matter," Cain thought.
Cain fixed his posture, punched his palm aligned to his chest, and bowed his head before saying, "I am Cain. It's a pleasure to have a fight with you."
The young man's eyebrows raised as he stared at Cain's gesture and listened to his words. He showed som
