Sethrol the Passionate
Sethrol stared at Mira. Just for a moment, he stared. The old man wore a simple smile. To think his little girl had finally learned to cry. The world became blurry, everything fading. However, in these last little moments, he could hear the voices of the crowd, at least very specific ones. For the first time, he took his eyes off of his daughter towards the crowd.
He took a step forward.
Vanilla. That face of contempt, of wrath. When a person feels their sense of power threatened, a natural instinct is to use threats, violence. That glare meant he was doing a good job. He'd have to prepare for a new challenger.
And another step.
Valarie. She sounded disappointed, ashamed. Her voice seemed to stand out even amoung the scores of people. Her presence tended to have that kind of effect. When he came to this arena, he had but one goal, to tell Mira how he felt, to realign himself with his feelings for her. The only reason he came was to see his daughter, make sure she was ok. Maybe even take a look at the person that stole her virgininty.
Sethrol kept walking forward, even in his weakened state, the arena still crumbled before his stomps. The cherry blossoms flowed freely around him, the spring of the old man's age finally catching up to him.
"Heheheh.... those tears... Mira.... Remember this feeling Mira. You've held yourself back, made yourself weak, but i've freed them, those tears. Listen to me Mira. Your strength is yours. Life isn't just about anger, wrath, strength. Life is about sadness and sorrow, feeling and not feeling. I want you to remember to cry. Its a sign your still alive. Its a sign you are loved."
Get up and fight? Why would he do that? He already won. It was never the tournament he cared about, but the heart of his dear daughter.
Sethrol turned his back to his daughter and faced the crowd. All that she would see is his back. "HEAR ME WEAKLINGS OF THE CROWD. ANYONE WHO SCORNS SOMEONE WHO BROKE THROUGH THEIR LIMITATIONS, FIGHTS DEATH ON A DAILY BASIS AND WINS AND WHO IS BRAVE ENOUGH TO CRY HAS THE TRUE ESSENCE OF A WARRIOR. IF YOU DO NOT SHARE THIS IDEAL, THEN COME TO MY DOJO AND LET ME TEACH YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF INNER STRENGTH"
The muscles on his body bulged, the blood flowing everywhere doubling in size from the sheer amount of ki he had left. It was all from inside himself, the strength of his soul.
"But I doubt any of you would get past my daughter!"
There was more he wanted to say, so much more. However, the second his ki spiked, the old man fell to the ground, his entire body unwilling to move anymore. He wanted to tell her not to worry about the others, that its easy not to care about what others think when you get older, when you find real love. He wanted to tell her to stay genuine. The thing he feared the most about Mira going to Vanilla and the other succubi is that she would stop shooting for the top. One day, when her heart was calm, maybe she could take that title from him.
For now, he would settle for watching the albino woman get punched in the face.
