The common region wasn't one of the places the young Ravencrest chose to frequent too often on his own volition, he had nothing really against the place all in all but it didn't normally have anything that he found of interest for him. Still, there were times he was whimsy or he had heard rumours of a rare book or something unique that piqued his curiosity. This time however it wasn't for himself he had entered the common region he heard there was a rare wine within one of the taverns that his sister liked and wanted to obtain it as a present for her. He didn't know all of the ins and outs of the daemon attacks but he knew it wasn't exactly the easiest thing on the kingdom let alone his elder sister so wanted to do something to make her smile. He had begun his travel just before dawn, now normally taking a broom or another mode of transport may have gotten him there in no time but he decided that this would be his daily endurance and speed training and so started to run from his family estate to where he needed to be, of course, he had to rest now and then but he was feeling better for being out in the air the way he was, he also thought that Lydia would either think him a fool for running so far or be proud of him for training in such a method, either way, he didn't mind because of how it made him feel in himself.

It was well past noon by the time he got to the bar in question but he stopped seeing something happening for a moment before going inside to see if they still had the bottle of wine, as it turned out they had he kept an ear open to what was going on. It turned out that the whole place was in a buzz with the challenge and the chance of getting easy money. He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, his long white hair dancing around his form almost as if newly fallen snow "What fools, if something seems too good to be true it often is." he muttered to himself as he paid for the bottle and moved to leave the tavern, he heard people going over the rules again and watched as one person decided to cross the line. He wasn't quite ready to start his run home so moved back into the tavern requesting that the wine be kept safe and for a cup of tea and some cake. The bartender looked at him oddly until he placed a good amount of yul on the bar "I know it isn't normally what a tavern sells but I do not drink alcohol, so please, humour my request." he requested of the man, seeing the bag he nodded calling for one of his children to go fetch some cakes from the nearby bakery and for his wife to brew some tea while telling him to take a seat and they'd bring it to him when prepared.

Going back outside he sat on a nearby chair next to a small garden table to watch the goings-on, he knew that this wasn't going to end well. He himself wasn't the strongest in most things, his sister's strength reminded him just how much growth he himself was still having to go through but still, he could tell the one offering the challenge was strong far stronger than anyone who would take him up on his challenge. He would try to tell them that but he was quite sure he wouldn't be believed so he remained quiet and allow them to learn much like how toddlers did, by getting hurt and realising they messed up "Strength comes in a number of ways not that any of these fools would understand that." he said quietly more to himself than anyone else awaiting his tea and snack to be delivered to him. He was, however, looking over the walking brick wall of a man, he had never seen someone ever to have such tattoo's over their bodies so wondered if they had any meaning to them, he guessed it would be something he would have to ask in three hours time.

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Hania remained quiet at his table watching as people continued to fighting against the challenger, as he saw it not a single one of them stood a chance against him. He was tall and though muscular it didn't slow him any that he could see, he knew his body well and how to use it to his advantage against his perceived enemy, it was something that his sister had been attempting to teach him and he had been successful on a minor scale but he was never one to do a head-on attack it was too risky most of the time in his opinion and the brick wall in front of him was proof of this. Still, he watched silently to what was going on as the first challenger introduced himself before starting to create two daggers to fight against his unarmed opponent "It won't work." he said calmly a person standing beside him looking down to him almost wondering why he would say such a thing before the first strike had happened. He sighed closed his eyes for a moment as his tea and snack were placed on the table "Thank you very much miss." his voice gentle as he opened his eyes to look at the young woman who had served him she giggled before rushing back inside the tavern. Hania poured himself some tea "I can tell you are puzzled by my words." he said calmly his eyes going back to the makeshift ring as he placed the teapot back down "Not taking the body type and height into consideration the man holds too much of a confidence within his claims to be taken lightly." he picked up his cup taking a sip his eyes closing once more.

"Also the stance he has taken shows someone with training and experience behind it, it isn't one someone would take if they were a beginner." he ended the conversation just as the first challenger had been defeated through going passed the makeshift rings bounds. A new challenger had entered and attempted to hide his blade within an illusion "I doubt that will work either." he said with a sigh it was true fights weren't always straightforward there were times that underhanded and dirty tactics were used because what was needed was needed in the end. He may have been a noble but he understood this even if it was a tactic that never really sat well with him it wouldn't prevent him doing such things if needed for the greater good of the kingdom or his family. He felt the eyes of the person back on him as he had spoken, however, "You see fighting isn't always perfect or above board. There will be times that an opponent will throw dirt in your eyes to get the upper hand in a fight as an example also when it comes to fear, panic and survival you will do whatever is needed to get rid of the threat or to safety." he continued to explain the young man nodding to his words showing he understood why he was saying such things.

His eyes looked to Bengal as he spoke when he spoke about fighting devils he couldn't help but noticeably flinch and he had no idea why. It perplexed him, he had never even come across a daemon personally the closest he had ever been to one was the stories that his older sister had told him and yet he was filled with dread as if his own existence was being challenged. Still, he had gained his composure as quickly as it had faltered. It was as he had expected to this man it wasn't about the money nor about the fight itself he was wanting to impart a kind of strength on those who entered the ring with him and what of those who spectated? In his personal opinion, his words were to bring understanding and wisdom about existence. It was now that the tattooed man introduced himself to everyone watching he remembered hearing the name when he was younger but it was said he vanished when the shattering happened but it would seem like he had decided to resurface. He couldn't say what the man had been doing during that time or the time up until his reappearance, he didn't know him personally and as such would be rude to interrogate him in such a way more so as he knew a lot of people had been broken or lost in its wake perhaps this also happened to the man who fought against the glass mage only time would tell with that he guessed.

Soon the fight had started and before long it had ended within a moment or two, he had to admit this one lasted longer than the one before him. He had good reflexes but it was still not enough to get completely away unscathed as he was knocked back, backflipping only to crash into a table out of bounds. Soon enough the words 'white tiger' seemed to go through the crowd, this piqued his interest as it was yet another thing he remembered as a child. It was then he spoke once again on titles and Hania had to agree, titles done little to protect a person against an attack, it didn't give security or protect against certain dangers. All this had to be earned and worked on throughout life. He listened to the young man as he spoke about gaining his friends and then they would try before running off. Hania felt the eyes on him and sighed standing before heading towards the ring, he knew he stood no chance of winning against the man that stood within its centre but it would do for his combat training for the day he guessed. Moving his hand into his pocket he brought out a pouch and allowed it to land next to what others had placed so far to enter this ring. He knew it was over the amount specified but he cared little for yul in all honesty. "My name is Hania and I will be your next opponent however I request you do not hold back as you have been, if we are going to do this we may as well do this correctly." he said his hand going to his chest bowing briefly he couldn't help this quirk and often he wished he could but alas it was ingrained.

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He listened to the taller and bulkier man, he knew that it was pure muscle that the man had on his body and realised it was through years of intense fighting and training that had made him in such a way compared to the man who stood in front of him the white-haired mage was merely a toothpick but that didn't deter him in any way. "The pleasure is mine Bengal was it?" he didn't mean this in any disrespectful manner it was more the fact that he had only heard the name once and it was over a crowd of people talking so wanted to be correct that he heard the right thing. He remained silent and was slightly confused at how the other was acting he seemed somewhat perplexed at what was being asked of him as he seemed to have to think it over while scratching his chin although he could understand why, but there was a reason he asked for such a thing, a reason the other would likely understand. "I asked this because in a true fight an enemy will not hold back and will use every underhanded trick they can to gain the upper hand. It doesn't matter whether if it fighting or war be it in the courts of the noble houses or even in a place such as this no one wants to lose and very rarely if at all will they ever give their opponent a chance if they find even the smallest crack." he explained to the other hoping he would understand the request more.

He listened to the man's words "No magic, all physical." he said simply to the other "I know I have no chance against you either way however I am at least going to take the chance to get my physical and endurance training for the day done if you wouldn't mind being the partner of course." he said his tone showing he was completely serious on the matter "I usually do my physical training against my sister but I came here running an errand, with your way of thinking and how you are able to do things I thought it would be interesting." he wasn't showing any signs of deceiving the other, in honesty he had no reason to as though he knew he would likely get hurt and hurt badly it was still lessons in showing his weaknesses and where he had to build upon which is what he was wanting to do, not only to better himself but so he would be a better tool for his family and kingdom as a whole. He covered his mouth a little as he chuckled "It can't be any worse than training with Lydia. I've been put through walls, made craters with my body, had broken bones, bruises for months but each time I understood the lessons and reasons behind it." he spoke fondly of the training even though people around him seemed amazed that he was still breathing let alone walking given his sister's reputation.

"Every battle, every fight, every war that a person survives is something learned but you can only truly learn when there is true danger because those lessons you never forget. Do you not agree?" he would ask the man in front of him as he rolled his shoulder, for a noble it was clear he was cut from a different cloth than most. "Like I said no magic from either side, I am wanting to train in a physical sense, not a magical one so are you willing to take my request of not holding back?" he asked once again "if not I can go back and enjoy my tea and cake." he added at the end a calm tone held the entire time, he had already stated he knew he had no chance against the other in a physical sense but he so used to how Lydia helped him train that anything less than that would merely be a waste of his and the other person's time and he would rather not do that if he could help it so he would await the reply of the other and that would decide what would happen next.

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The ice mage could only smile remaining quiet watching the others moves carefully, he would like to say he trusted the other but that wasn't the case and even if he knew the man well enough to trust him there was still no way he would allow his guard down. He had been injured way too many times when he was younger learning that lesson from both his time trying to survive on the streets and from Lydia herself. She always said he was far too trusting and one day it would cost him especially if he came across an enemy that was disguised as a friend. He had no idea why but that day's lesson stuck he, even now, still felt that sickening and twisting feeling in his gut when he thought back on that one but had no idea why perhaps it had something to do with those flashes that he had been plagued with since he was born or it could be that the people that were meant to understand and keep him safe and thrown him to the wolves to die when he was still a toddler to save face. He couldn't really remember a lot about his birth family, to be honest by now they had likely long forgotten about their cursed son believing him dead long ago. This was maybe something he should look into another time because he honestly wanted to know where he had come from and why they couldn't just get him some help, he wouldn't have cared if they had locked him away out of the sight of others and said that he had died because he would have still been with them. His eyes closed tightly for a moment as he felt a pain he hadn't felt in thirteen almost fourteen years.

Hearing the other's voice brought him out of his own head pushing all those thoughts to the back of it "You are strong enough to quell magic without having to overpower it with your own." he said showing that he had watched the last few matches "That takes a strength I haven't seen before and do honestly find intriguing." his voice was earnest towards the other "Strength comes in many forms so they say normally it comes down to how and when you use your skills that the full potential is shown." it was as simple as that to him as it didn't matter how strong you were if you made a stupid or ill-placed action. "I am by no means a physical fighter but I realise it is something that is required for a well-rounded sense of self especially in my line of work so train daily." he said calmly now realising that he wasn't wearing his mantle not like it was needed for running an errand such as he was. "Then again a strong mind but weak body won't do anyone much good regardless." he chuckled lightly but it stopped just as quickly as he had started seeing the man change his stance and moved to change his own carefully bringing his left foot behind his right his hands in a more relaxed but defensive state in front of him watching the other carefully for any sign of movements regardless of how small it would be but something told him the other expected him to be the aggressor something he was far from being. It was true he was currently in a defensive stance but from the way, his body was positioned it was clear it could be changed to an attacking stance quite easily so he could move from one to the other in a very fluidic manner as to not sacrifice his form, technique or speed with clumsy unneeded movements.

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Hania looked to the mountain of a man, even his own captain wasn't this tall so he had to wonder where he came from perhaps after their spar then he could ask him such questions. He could hear the bones cracking and popping to him that was like nails on a chalkboard and made him shudder a little, it was just a sound he didn't like though he put that down to the many times his own bones had popped out of place, been broken or cracked during his training with Lydia. He, however, did notice the change in the other's stance as they realised that he wouldn't be the aggressor, he always played the patience is game as charging in against a foe without knowing what you were dealing with would do nothing but likely end badly for the attacker. He knew he was screwed either way but he was fine with as this was nothing more than training to him at the end of the day. He knew the likelihood of being able to counter a counter of someone bigger and far tougher was near impossible he had decided that his current course of action was the best for him and so it would seem as if the training bout would start as the other walked towards him this confused him but then this man didn't seem like a dolt, his previous stance had shown him as a skilled and methodical fighter.

"That is true." he said simply, everything did have a purpose, everything had a reason for happening even if people weren't happy about it. He, for example, would have been happy to remain with his birth family but it would seem that it wasn't written to happen and so he was discarded when he was nothing more than a child but it had been written that he would steal from the woman who would pretty much become mother and sister to him and now he held purpose on several levels. To be honest with himself there were some parts of his current life he'd like to cut out like the constant need to have to socialize with others at things like balls but he couldn't complain overall as he was loved and cared for so he could deal with the inconveniences of people he'd rather murder than talk to, this included within his own family. He watched as the other stopped outside of his melee range, it was true he could lunge and try to land a hit but that would likely only make him land on his ass, no, he would be patient and react to what the other would do.

One moment he was there and then it was almost like he left an afterimage with how fast he moved, his eyes could barely keep up, if it hadn't been for his training with Lydia he would have stood no chance against someone moving that fast. 'Tch...' he thought to himself, that wasn't to say he wasn't surprised at just how fast this building of a man could move. Normally if they were tall and had that kind of muscle then there was a good chance they would be clunky and slow but this guy was in a completely different league. He barely had enough time to react as long arms lunged out in an attempt to hit him square in the face, luckily once again due to his sister's training he was quick enough to deflect the blow from hitting him squarely where he hoped it would hit and just on the jaw causing him to be knocked back a bit. 'Damn he hits like a cart.' he thought to himself but he was currently thanking his sister for being so harsh on him. He quickly recovered and gathered himself moving back into a stance, again this one was defensive but the footing was lighter and the arm movements looser "You hit almost like my sister." he said with a chuckle, it wasn't an insult his sister was a strong person both in her social life and as a magic knight and hoped he would be able to get just as strong, it's why he pushed himself so much, he feared he would disappoint her and feared the worse that may come with it.

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Damn the guy he was training with was quick, if Lydia hadn't been his normal teacher he knew for a fact there was no way he would have deflected that as well as he did and that was if he had even managed it in the first place. He was under no false pretences that, that punch even if the other was holding back would have landed him straight on his ass and likely a few yards further back than he had currently found himself. He watched the man who seemed actually somewhat impressed at what he had managed to achieve compared to those who came before them but watched as a grin and a laugh crossed his lips as he was told that he hit like his sister. As far as he knew many saw this as a compliment as his sister was known for his strength but then this man seemed from a foreign land and with the shattering that happened when he was still quite young he may have been displaced. Then again he didn't mention his family name, he saw no point in it as in a war being attached to a certain name just painted a huge target on your back and it was something that he could do without.

He listened to the other and smiled "Ardere Kasai is actually my captain, his second in command Lydia Ravencrest is my elder sister." he said proudly, he wasn't bragging in any way just showing that he knew the first person personally and that his sister was as strong as he had proclaimed as she was known both throughout and outside of the kingdom for her feats. "I never met Silas but I heard he was a strong man that many respected." he honestly didn't know much personally only what he had been told by others over time "Perhaps you can tell me more about your interactions with my captain and Silas some other time." he said it was clear he was curious to hear tales from other people's perspectives and that was a genuine thing with him, only hearing or seeing one thing could cloud a clear picture as you were only getting to see part of it and so he hoped the other would agree to his request. He honestly didn't expect the other to voice that he was impressed with the fact he had managed to deflect the blow "If I had a lesser teacher I'd likely have been through the tavern wall with that hit." he said with a smile "So I'm truly thankful that my sister is so tough with me when we train together." it was as simple as that to him, he knew if he had a lesser teacher or someone that would hold back then he wouldn't have done so well.

Hania was barely back into his next stance before he was being lunged at he managed to shift his body to prevent the first hit connecting entirely but it was closer than he would like to admit. He managed to dodge two more by shifting his body weight but then he made a flaw in his footing at the same time the speed was starting to increase and the next blow hit even with him deflecting but it didn't stop there the flurry of blows kept coming and they were coming faster each time and he felt the power with them growing just as fast. He managed to backflip out of range of the centre mass hit but doing so took quite a bit out of him thanks to the previous hits that had winded him his hand going to his chest as he took a knee on the ground for a moment to catch his breath but that wasn't about to happen as the man was quick on his tail and continuing his barrage, there was no way he was going to win this but stood none the less in the face of defeat and attempted to defend only for his guard to be broken through and a harsh elbow to be met by his sternum and before he could even blink he felt a crushing pain as the taller man's head bashed against his own causing him back onto the ground taking a knee as he covered his mouth coughing blood. He had to admit it had been quite some time since this happened by someone other than Lydia but the question was now should he yield or continue going?

Now it came down to circumstance if this was battle he wouldn't give up until he or the other person wasn't breathing but this was only training but he was conflicted as he didn't know if it was okay to yield when he had gone past his limit. He was normally out cold or had at least one broken bone but this wasn't a normal situation and he wasn't on the family estate, in fact, he was quite a bit away from home so needed to make his way back. "I yield." he said his breath laboured, he felt no shame in saying those words in honesty to him it took a strong person to know where their limits were and retreat, now the question was would the older male accept.

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He had been concentrating on the movement of the other and had done his best to deflect or dodge what he could but at the end of the day, he was against a superior opponent who even while doing his best managed to break through his guard with an elbow strike to his sternum before brutally headbutting him while he was stunned causing him to fall to his knees dazed and winded. The assault however didn't stop there. No, the other wasn't finished as he hadn't crossed back over the line indicating that the match was over and that was because of how he had landed and manoeuvred himself to prevent it. He had noted the laugh that came from the elder man as he broke his guard, he wasn't too sure if he was actually enjoying himself or that he now had found that opening that had ended it all. Even when down on his knees winded and coughing the next blow came in the form of a roundhouse kick to the head as the next blow was about to land he had yielded the match not knowing if it would be enough to stop the onslaught. His eyes went wide as he felt a whipping air pressure fly past his head his eyes looking to the left seeing the man's foot but a hair's breadth from striking his head again.

He watched as the other lowered his foot to the ground almost slamming it, he looked up from his knelt position and covered his mouth coughing blood once more. The fight had taken a toll on his body but that was to be expected when going against strong opponents. Many would say he lost the fight but he didn't view it in such a way, for one it wasn't a fight it was training and in training, there are no winners or losers, well, that was a matter of opinion really. To him, you only lost in training if you didn't learn something which he had, he knew his defences were strong but he still had to work on them a bit more, he took note that his speed had improved but he had fumbled in his footing causing things to go south so would have to work on that and he realised it would take a lot of effort to actually get him down so he was sure Lydia would be pleased with the progress. Seeing the other offering a hand to help him up he accepted as right now his mind was still somewhat dazed in its thinking, he was pretty sure it was still trying to find the reset button to make him see in anything but double vision. "Many thanks." he said still clearly winded as he was helped to his feet.

It wasn't until the healing started taking place and he could see straight that he noticed the lightning healing spell that the other had cast that took place upon his acceptance to get back on his feet, before long he was feeling like his old self again. "Thank you again." his words sincere to the other "My elder sister is a lioness through and through." he said talking of Lydia fondly but then he also knew if his sister was slighted she would hunt you down and make you regret it. He listened to the invitation he was given which confused him, he had never had such a thing happen to him personally, normally it was because of his family name that he ended up being invited to places and thing. "Thank you but may I ask why you are inviting me to your home?" it was clear he was genuinely curious and cautious on the matter. "There is another noble family that also dwell within the forsaken realm, they are known as the Delothosin. The have more macabre magic types from what I have heard and due to the suspicious eyes that others cast that is why they reside there." he said wondering if the other had heard of them "From what I have been told they send their teens on an adulthood test where they are cut off from their family for several years while they train and protect on one of the borders between Clover and the other kingdoms to prove to other nobles they are just as worthy as others." he said now curious if any of his clan had come across the albino skinned family.

"Blood rings?" he questioned almost with a hint of distaste given that he had no context and could only go off the words, it was clear that the tone wasn't meant in a negative way but from the perspective of what would be a child that didn't know any better but wanted to learn. "It's a pleasure to meet you formally Satori Ryuutei. I am Hania Ravencrest heir to the house Ravencrest." he said his hand going to his chest while his right was slightly away from him his hand open and the palm facing towards him as he bowed just a little "Savage is going a little too far in my personal opinion warrior or animalistic would fit better." he said standing up straight looking to him once more. The latter wasn't meant rudely but rather he knew with animals it was hunt or be hunted and within their own kind there were rules and a hierarchy that was followed which is what he suspected was the case within the others clan just by the spar they had just ended.

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