The day was still young and the crowd raved like never before. The final battle drew near and on the corner of the arena, a bookmaker was accepting wagers on who would emerge victorious from this semi-final battle.
One that would take place between two brothers of the number one clan in the estate. This was an even more anticipated battle that the last because it woul finally cement if Light Wutherhorn was worthy enough or if he was just another small fry that just wanted to be accepted by his family.
Light's hands vibrated as he waited to be announced onto the battleground. It was clear to anyone watching that he was obvious as he bit the fingernails of his free hand.
'What are you even nervous for? You can do this… it's just another fight.' He mused as he shook his leg uncontrollably, allowing the anxiety to consume him. 'Remember what Jacob said, you lose first in the mind before you lose on the field. Go out there and do your best.'
