He would walk onto the dusty feild with only one thought on his mind. By the end of today, he may have lost his rank. His eyes stood in a direct motion to infront of him. A thought came into his mind that tested his strength. The thought was of how strong was he really? Was he strong enough for his own rank? A grin came onto his face as the wind blew violently around the feild, blowing his hair around everywhere. The tension in him was rising like a quiet moment just before a giant storm hits. He stood there waiting to test himself and waiting for his opponent.
