Kan, having recently turned nineteen, was close to a point in time where kru Saeng was going to let him go, even though he was only a student of his for a year now.

Kan didn’t like the idea at first. Go off and become a fighter on his own? He could always come back, but it wouldn’t feel the same. But then again, he knew what he was getting into the second he heard about what happened with that one bat.

If anything, he could see that one Laotian boy again—the one he 200% had a crush on.

At another presence, the dark-furred feline shot his head up, his ears swiveling as his blue eyes turned of his head.

“ฮะ?”

Yet, he sounded like an angsty teen… because he was.

“อะไร?”