So we rejoin our young wranglers, having gotten through the first round of fights in a local tournament.

Some won, some lost, but it is now early evening as everyone's basically let free to recuperate,

train up, relax, kind of just do as they need to do

to prepare for the next day's rounds of combat.

And such,

what is people thinking that they're getting up to here?

Carrick would like to find the rules people.

I would like to make the case that he should be able to ride

Rexo in the second round, since that's how he knows how to fight.

You're pretty easy to find the officials,

and, you know, they pretty much point you, uh,

at the main office where you signed up at,

but, you're pretty much told, no, I'm sorry. This is an,

unfortunately only, uh, monsters only on the field tournament. Uh,

kind of a monster. I mean, you know, one time by three of us split a bottle of soda and went to bed without brushing our teeth.

I'm sorry, kid.

I mean, uh, I mean, I-

Man.

Everyone has their, uh, strengths and focuses.

Uh, I'd say, you know, do your best.

Hmm.

Well, thanks.

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