"Brother Lang!" a boy's voice echoed, prompting Fenrir to turn his head away. Below the roof, he saw the young boy trying to climb up.
"Is the battle over?" the boy asked anxiously. He wanted to see the fight between the martial artist.
"Yeah, it's over," he chuckled.
"No way. It's your fault for leaving me in the outskirts," the boy protested.
"My fault? It's your fault for being too slow, kid," he teased him.
"Besides, those two are not that strong. You won't learn anything from watching them," he added.
"You're boasting too much again," the boy teased him, sticking out his tongue.
"Hey kid, you should respect your elders," he scolded him.
"What are you going to do? . Bleeeeh!" The boy sneered . He was angry that he missed the fight because of this egotistical guy.
"You brat ,"
Fenrir jumped down and grabbed the kid's shirt from the back.
"What are you doing?" The kid asked with a fearful expression.