'Who is the rival you want to clobber so badly?'
Killian couldn't give Jenovan an answer.
He strolled down the hallway, holding his sweaty shirt in his hands while Jenovan's jacket hung on his shoulders.
A rival. What is the point of one?
I don't plan to go down the same path as someone else, so why does it matter who gets there first?
Or isn't that the whole point of rivalry?
He reached the receptionist and showed his card. The receptionist nodded and checked her log, but she raised her head again.
"Are you a prospect, Killian?"
Killian shook his head even if he didn't know what she meant. "Am I in trouble?"
She showed him her screen. "You are registered as a prospect, Killian. You are also partaking in a duel right?"
She sighed softly, and typed on her laptop again. "You always ask if you're in trouble but I bet you just didn't read the rules, did you?"
Killian felt a little guilty because she was right. He moved into her corner, and looked into her laptop.
