Ezra turned to Umeron. "How do I issue a duel?"
Umeron was surprised. "You're already getting to that? Who do you want to fight?"
"You"
"Oh me-wait, what?! Why?!"
"Isn't that obvious? I want the number one spot"
"Uh…okay" Umeron scratched his head.
They were getting to know each other, but they were still rivals.
"So, how do I do it?"
"Just say, I challenge number one to a duel"
"I challenge number one to a duel"
Like before, Umarov's crest lit up, a sign of acknowledgment, but before the duel was set in place… "Wait, if I take your crest will I be able to challenge lower members?" Ezra suddenly asked.
Umeron shook his head. "Nope. You cannot challenge those lower than you, they can only challenge you"
"Oh, then I'm not duelling anymore" Ezra decided.
The crest went back to its dormant state.
Looking around, Ezra recalled. "Anyways, isn't it time to eat lunch?"
"Hmm, you're right, it's almost time"
"Then let's go" Ezra says, running off.
