of course being the number 2 headband was naturally occurring in this world, as you stood there katana in hand, staring at the Black man in-front of you, his afro breezed gently in the wind as you stood at a face off, the wind was crisp and cold, your band flowing freely in the wind

your blades glint in the sunlight, as the shadows overcast over Afro’s face, his permanent scowl etched on his face as you looked back.