A New Dragon Emerges (CLOSED - SPECTATORS WELCOMED )

LOOK AT ALL OF THE EGOS.

What were they fighting over again...? Oh yeah, that's right, they wanted to become a mythical creature. They wanted to become a Pillar, right? Right. That same system the Ty wanted to crumple; to smash to pieces. And where was his silly little brother? Fighting over it of course. Ty stood only a few feet behind his little brother, who had been eyeing the vermin scurrying onto the field. The hazel pupils were hidden behind his eyelids which in turn were protected by his black glasses frames. His hands were carelessly shoved into his pockets, blanketing them slightly from the frosty New York cold air. The eldest Hattori boy tried to convince his brother to be patient. To allow someone else to take the silly title. He attempted to convince him that in the long run, these petty little competitions for 'power' would mean nothing. And Musashi believed him, every word he'd said, but his the youngest Hattori boy was stupid and ridiculously stubborn. He believed he could bring change about by obtaining that title.  He was dead set on his own path, though it ran parallel with Ty's. Funny. Mother tried to tell Ty that Musashi had a one track brain. She also attempted to warn the equally as stubborn boy that Musashi wasn't living in his shadow anymore. A sense of pride boiled within the Blue Devil, regardless of his thoughts on the matter. This fight was a direct display of what Ty was fighting against. A fight that seemed to play directly into that worm of a Dean's hands. A fight that FATE had decided, and it inevitable. Fate had won this battle. And at the end of the day, what would it progress? Nothing. But the egos, man. They all glorified the battle with fate. It was addicting. Overwhelming. Even Ty fell victim to it. And perhaps that was ultimately the reason he could not bring himself to try and stop his little brother from participating. Conflicted. 

"This is stupid.

A soft sigh escaped his pale lips as the hazel hues opened, revealing themselves from behind those eyelids. The fixed upon his brother, focused. Ready to pounce like a lion stalking its prey. That sense of pride burned even stronger within Ty. A slight smirk tugged at his lips, following immediately afterwards a small chuckle emitted.

"Whatever... Try not to die, or I'll laugh at you."

And with that the boy slid a hand up to his face, readjusting his frames before returning it to his pockets. He proceeded into a stroll over to the bleachers where a few others had gathered to spectate the battle. He found a spot in the bleachers, one row behind a girl with striking white hair. She'd been hugging her leg, her body language more closed off than the rest of the students. Her aura almost seemed.. Sad. A few ways away, Ty recognized Knuckles, an old obstacle in the battle of fate. So he was still kicking. But of course. He was here to watch the stupid little skirmish too huh? The hazel irises flicked back over to the white haired girl. He remembered her too. A few days ago at the chaotic assembly called by that new student dean scumbag. He remembered the horrified faces when that girl, the old Dragon's neck snapped. That power was amazing, and terrifying. Ty was sure that worm would be the major antagonist of this story in the long run. Another obstacle in this battle with fate. Another sigh escaped his lips. For once, why couldn't this endless waltz be a tad bit easier? His eyes fixed back onto the field before opening his mouth to speak, his words reaching below to the white haired girl. The air was tense, and honestly he couldn't even begin to explain why he felt the impulse to speak to the girl below him.. But he did.

"That girl hasn't even been dead for a week, and yet here we are. Fighting over that silly little title like its a game. But.. I suppose it is to some extent."

That was how it was, he guessed. They were all expendable in this game of thrones. A life simply could not compare to a title. And that.. Had to change. For his family. For his friends. For his legacy and destiny. He wouldn't simply stand by and let their sacrifices, everything they've fought for up til this point be for naught. That'd be some bullshit.