On the morning of the tenth day, Kai walked out of his tent and went straight to the field.
Without anyone calling him.
Without Mara pointing him there.
He just went.
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The Orcs saw him arrive and formed the circle on their own — the same instinct as the day before and the day before that, the circle that formed when combat was real.
Kai reached the center of the field.
He stretched.
Not the functional stretch of someone preparing their body for combat — the full stretch, his arms arcing over his head, his torso twisting one way and the other, his knees bending and extending with the time of someone who has all the time in the world.
One hop.
Another.
His knuckles tapping gently together.
The usual smile.
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[DraconicLegacy: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ KAI ON THE FIELD ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ]
[Chris_Murray: That stretch. That smile. Kai has been waiting for this for days.]
[Warwolf: KAI!! KAI!! KAI!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ]
