He rekindled a stoic mien as the crowd began to ululate. Deep inside, he was afraid, afraid of losing the final fight of his fifty year career to the youngest champion of unbeatable repute. His eyes were fixed on the entry path, awaiting the arrival of Kajaru.
Then he entered, applauded with chants and praises. Women fainting, men clamouring for a win.
“Would I lose the respect people have for me to this old man? Hell no! ” Kajaru thought. Tashuwo invigorated his confidence and took a new position.
” Being a champion doesn’t matter, retaining the title does. I must beat this boy.” He said.