Koga Hiromune. He reminds me of Markus. Except we're not children, and our parents don't rule our lives. Sure, we may still be minors, but we both hold our own schedules. Unlike Markus, Hiromune can hold his own. He called me out quickly, a challenge in every word even as he smiled that fake smile. Not that I have room to talk.
I can play this game. He is set to battle on an even field. Underhanded tricks are expected, but he wants to beat me of his own power. I can respect that.
At the very least, I probably won't try to kill him. Probably. He tests my patience, but on some level, we understand each other. He is not a bad actor, and he has the skill and looks to back up his attitude. That isn't to say I like the man. Just that I can stand him.
Markus… I never spoke to Markus after that day. I was going to kill him, or at least maim him. I was angry. Blinded with rage. Rick was trying to stop me. Of course he was trying to stop me. It all happened so fast. Markus liked Rick. I'm sure he felt horrible that Rick died because of our feud. He probably blames me too. Everyone does.
Next month is the anniversary of Ricks death. It's been a year. I've survived, but I don't really feel like I'm living.