Halos Gradois stood before me. His blonde hair swayed with the speed he appeared before us and his tall stature coming only 1 feet short of the second year. The guy still had his popular spotless face and his tough lean body ready for a fight.
Halos was annoyed as he called me, "Henry Van Tax… we had a promise… that you would fight me when you arrive here." Halos looked back at the second year old, "And what do I see here? You're going to fight some loser from second rate bracket who doesn't even have a high rank."
The second year's teeth clenched in anger yet he couldn't say anything. Not only what Halos said was true but he also knew about Halos.
This guy was danger and he knew not to speak anything to this troublesome guy.
"Hey, you're the one that's late." I tell him, "I was here every day, ready to fight everyone but you were doing who knows what?"
