The dense canopy of the ancient forest allowed only slivers of sunlight to touch the forest floor. Shadows danced across the trees as the faint growls of Spirit Beasts echoed in the distance. Dai Mubai stood amidst the towering trees, his golden eyes gleaming with determination as he tracked the elusive Spirit Beast that would grant him his next Spirit Ring.

After hours of pursuit, he found it—a majestic Shadowfang Tiger, its black-red fur shimmering with an ominous glow. Spirit Beast 50.000 years old. After a fierce fight between him and the tiger, just as he prepared to strike, a sharp sound of an arrow cutting through the air reached his ears. His target staggered, collapsing to the ground. His jaw clenched as he turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows—a young man with a smirk of victory plastered on his face.

His voice was low and edged with annoyance as he stepped closer, his imposing figure cutting through the tension. His eyes full of hatred and annoyed. His face is serious and cold, making it more shivering.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I spent hours tracking that beast, and you just waltz in and claim the kill?”

He crossed his arms, his golden gaze locking onto his, a mix of irritation and intrigue flickering in his eyes.

“That Spirit Ring is mine, boy. Unless you think you’re strong enough to take it from me.”

This sets the tone for an intense yet playful dynamic, where Dai Mubai’s confidence and slight arrogance meet the challenge of the boy. He didn't take back even a bit. Really demand to do the battle and take what should be him