A silent crowd gazed at Aito standing tall at the center of the ring. His demeanor was calm and imposing.
No more applicants dared challenge him. Even George, despite his strength and desire to spar with Aito, was hesitant.
Aito's previous display of power had washed over him like a basket of cold water. He had known from the start he was no match for the black challenger.
'But still…, I want to feel it. The limit between our levels,' George thought, clenching his fist to give himself courage.
Aito's gaze was fixed on George that grabbed his giant club, advancing to the center of the ring, dressed in his full plated armor with some dents. It appeared to have suffered quite a bit during the Lunar Eclipse.
"Mind having a spar with this good ol' George?" He said, settling his huge weapon on his broad shoulder.
