District One Tournament Day One: Missingno vs Le Roux

A friendly competition is what it is called, but Isaac knows when he is being forced to put on a show. He doesnt think about it too much, if he is being honest. This was just another thing that his family expected him to do well in. Would he? Knowing well that he cared a lot more about the technicalities?

Probably. He spent long hours studying about this. He learned to fight from the best, and everything was always by the book. His opponent? Well, he looked strong, but looks could be deceiving. He knew this way too well. He studied him for a moment before grabbing a sword in his hand. He knew it well enough to feel comfortable, and besides, it was no fun playing with the same weapons anyway.

He wanted it to be interesting after all.

He gave the boy a smile, trying to take in his surroundings. He seemed to have a certain charisma about him, but not strong enough to distract Isaac from the swing of his glaive. "Same to you." He was calculated in his words. He didnt have any malice in them, but he did have a feeling that this was going to be a fight to remember.

Isaac would have to keep taking notes.

He watched his blade catch air and he sighed. If Ridley was watching, she would probably tell him to get his head in the game. His father would have been a little meaner, but he always did value the long game over the short. Right now, that is what Isaac valued as well.

"Im just taking in all the sights." Isaac says with a shrug, not thinking about how he missed, or the fact that the boy in front of him definitely took care of himself. That was almost granted in one at this point. If you were a career, you looked good, and that just meant that Isaac had to work a little harder to find a weak spot.

His glaive came down, and Isaac wasnt fast enough this time. A cut on his back. "If you dont take in everything, you miss certain details." Isaac smirked for a moment before stepping back and slashing with his sword. "I, for one, am all about the little details."

He has a certain air about him that makes Isaac wonder if he means what he says. There is conviction in his swing, like he wants to be something more than what he already is. However, he hasnt even heard the others name before. He did not know of the Missingno and maybe that wasnt important. Isaac didnt need those answers now. But maybe he would get them soon.

First he had to make it through this. And the boy sliced right into his hip. Another small cut, if anything. Nothing that Isaac couldnt walk off. He simply stretched for a moment before listening to the boy speak, and he was quite impressed with how eloquent he was. Most of the time, the boys in one could border on the brutish side, but Isaac found a good amount of them that did know how to at at least articulate in a healthy way.

"They can make all the difference." He stood back for a moment, shifting his weight to his left foot. "Profound. However, weve been taught the battlefield is all that matters at the end of the day." the sword is strong in his hand. "Glad to find someone that shares the same thought." Isaac pulled his arm back and then swung.

He would wait for no one.

He takes a moment to see that som of the other careers had moved into the stands, and it was clear that his match was taking a little longer to complete. So be it. Isaac for one was enjoying what was going on. Sure, he could have tried to make this fast and easy, but that was not what his father taught him. Take in all the details, and then make out a plan. Fool proof was never a word that was used in his household, but with good reason.

It was already enough for the family to be fools themselves, their plans didnt need to be too.

But a slice comes down on his stomach and it hurts. A lot. However, Isaac had been trained to hide his pain, because pain was weakness and weakness was never apart of the plan. His father hammered that in many times when they would put him and his siblings up against each other late into the night.

He spoke of longing and wanting and Isaac could relate, but not for the battle, pain, or interactions between them. For Vito, and his stupid smug look he would give when they met each other at an impasse. How his siblings made it very clear that they thought they would make better victors than Ridley Le Roux. How Isaac wished he could be a normal boy in this fucked up world.

None of it mattered, except to him.

"You keep going forward because you want to see what is at the end. The destination wrought by a journey." He takes a deep breath before tightening his grip. "We all want something to live for." And he swung with all his might.