It was insane. The weather that is. The weather was extremely muggy at noon. The courtyard was silent, save for the birds muffled chirping. The students of the silver moon fight school were off in their respective classes. The batousai however, had naught but a picnic table set up where he sat. He had a single form and a pen beside it, where it lay on said table. A few inches away was a glass bowl filled with peppermint candies. The batousai popped a mint, before leaning back in his chair.
Across said form, were the words "Tournament Sign-up"...
Across said form, were the words "Tournament Sign-up"...
