It was late afternoon in Exodus, the barest bits of the sunset hinting at the sky. The buildings and Ecks Tower glowed in the late day sun creating a spectacular skyline, of gold, silver and blue.
Standing stoically on top of a tall building, a figure watched the fighting below occur. Most of the fighting, he thought, was too rough, amateur. Even his own student was making basic mistakes, losing her temper, not paying attention to her surroundings. Rookie mistakes honestly. He sighed shaking out his long hair then retying it. This contest, he thought, was a perversion of their craft; killing was not something taken lightly and was not a game. He had thought Kai was able to make good decisions on her own, and for the most part she was. But this contest
did not bode well with him.
He heard the young man approach before the he had even spoken. Sir? a clear voice asked. Kenji raised an eye brow.
Yes? he said softly. It caused Mach to be s