"What the hell is with this stifling heat?" The voice belonged to a boy no older than his fifteenth cycle. Stripped down to naught but britches, a black heft quarterstaff, and a scarf wrapped around his neck there was no doubting that this kid wasn't native born to the Land of Wind. Beads of sweat trickled down his body till they amassed at what was becoming a growing river beneath his feet.
"Didn't you read the travel guide?" His opponent was a lanky fellow with the perfect teeth of a noble. A dull blade was grasped firmly between his fingers as he took a readying stance. He was also shirtless, but had taken other precautions to ward off the heat. Albeit, that did nothing to alleviate the pain received from a multitude of growing bruises across his arms and legs. "Even the devil himself wouldn't vacation here."
"Lucky for him that bugger doesn't owe me money. Last chance, mate. If you win you get double what you owe me."
"I like those odds. Ne'er been a man that's beat me four times in a row. Go!"
Luciano, also known as the boy with a perfect smile, raced across the sand. His stunt bridged the all too large gap that Michio had created between the two the last time they had fought. Invigored by his rest earlier the boy struck with a ferocity matching the hardiest of warriors. Vicious blows rained from top to bottom only to be blocked by mere inches. For a minute he thought it would be an easy victory and then the counter came.
An overzealous strike missed horribly. That was all it took for Michio to upend his opponent by the armpit and across the sand. "That'll be 1,200 yen sir. Haha."