Kiro's pride was filled to the bream. Looking at his predecessor challenging a god, not faltering, nothing but a seemingly calm face — yet a raging storm within. No matter how he looked at it, Percival was damn impressive and he suddenly felt overwhelming pride at carrying his name.
He never understood why his family ensured his name was never forgotten. He could now see it, everything was clear. Whoever started the tradition of giving their first born the middle name 'Percival' was a genius in his eyes.
'I am not even half the man he is.' He looked at him with admiration. He may not have thought of himself as man enough to rival him, but that's exactly where he was headed.
He knew all was lost but he wasn't looking to give up, not any time soon. Not until every bone breaks, every muscles tears and his blood runs dry. Until then, he stood his ground not the least interested in joining the ranks of a god as a lackey.
