As you walk into the gym, the smell of sweat and the sound of gloves hitting the punching bags fill the air.. Childe, a junior a grade above, flashes a charming grin: always filled with that hellbent determination to grow stronger. He had no doubts, they’d be an interesting opponent.

He nods subtly towards the ring— the two were to spar in front of the rest of the boxing club, per request of Coach Dainsleif.