'I think his name was… Bai Xu, hum,' Aito thought, seeing the applicant advancing into the center of the ring.
Both siblings stepped to the side, watching with keen interest the spar that was about to take place.
'Archer class,' Aito pondered, examining Bai Xu from head to toe. The young man had leather armor, a black cloak for some unknown reason, a belt with inventory bags probably containing arrows, and a war bow that probably required a level 2 strength to use properly.
Bai Xu had been one of the few archers to get on top of a chandelier during the Lunar Eclipse, which attested to his agility.
'Also… it seems like he has recently reached level 2. That ought to be somehow interesting.'
However, he still left his "shackles" on. Bai Xu would probably be a worthy opponent for the siblings, but to him, it required a handicap to make it worth his while. This wasn't arrogance, just a fact.
"What's a s***ky-s***ky? Well, imagine yourself eating an ice cream with eagerness."
Extract from "Yggrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.
Side Note:
LOTR=Lord of the Rings.