Cain grabbed the hilt and swung the blade several times, getting used to its weight. He pointed the blade forward, measuring its reach, then lowered it with a short exhale.
He glanced at the centre of the arena. His opponent was already waiting; the crimson-haired boy stood imposingly. The crimson-haired boy's towering physique and commanding bearing drew admiring glances from the juniors.
The grey-haired boy shifted his attention sideways. He looked at the fox boy, staring at him for a brief moment and tried to gauge his emotion.
'Hmm, that fox guy seemed to have no interest in any of this. Well, I wonder how long he can maintain that composed face.'
He turned his attention away. Not wanting to entertain his thoughts with the fox any longer.
