Jork could hear Yagi's words ringing in his head, the words that had been constantly repeated in his head since the moment he heard them. "You're weak."

Jork was walking by himself, his head hung low, a pout etched onto his face. His emotions were a whirlwind inside of him, a mix of anger, and frustration.

"I'm NOT weak," he muttered to himself. "I'm just not as strong as him yet..."

Jork huffed as he kicked a small rock on the ground, watching it hop and skitter away.