Valor
The man known as Leon had seen the silver-haired youth before. All fighters gravitate towards the legendary Olympus Coliseum at some point. Knowing that, it wasn't unusual to see hundreds of new faces pour through the gates by the day, and the brunet was certainly not a stranger to cocky adolescent boys, desperately wanting to be full-fledged warriors and compensating by trying to act instead.
So when the boy called Riku walked through, Leon wasn't expecting much. Raising his steely glance to eye the newcomer, however, he was greeted with a sight that he had been trying to eradicate from his memories for the past years.
He remembered the walk — precise, but leading to nowhere.
He remembered the stance — aloof and undoubtedly strong, but with a particular touch of uncertainty.
Most of all, he remembered the expression — cold, a silent warning.
He remembered being that boy once.
He straightened abruptly, striding away from the ring and through the doors.
No matter what anyone said, he knew in his tomb of a heart that he was little more than a shadow now.
