For the rest of the day at school, he felt like everyone was staring at him. Even though most people don't even know he exists. He looked like an average kid that does average things. His dirty blonde hair was a bit longer than most but it worked for him. It only went down to his shoulders, he wasn't like those kids who never get a haircut and let it grow to the point where it's more of a cape then hair. He sported basic blue eyes. So yea he was basic looking kid, not a three headed monster spewing fire. When school ended he tried his hardest to shake the whole freak thing out of his head and just focus on his upcoming martial arts match. His parents tried for everyone to be at each other's events. For Matt it was his baseball games. Bridgette, her soccer games. For Basil it was his martial arts matches. Matt was talking about something on their way home but he was too lost in thought. Dad's not telling me everything. But the question is do I want to know? And what was all the stuff about me not being an animal this morning? Erg! My entire life has now become some sort of freakish mystery and I can barely get an answer nor less a straight one! He sighed in defeat. Well at least I can count on my match to take my mind off it at least for a little while. At home he changed into his uniform and headed down stairs to lounge on the couch. They still had to wait an hour till they had to leave but the school uniform wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to wear all day long. It was Friday so that meant no homework. So he could relax for now. Fifteen minutes later the front door opened and Mom walked in with a bag of groceries in her arms.
"Hey Bay, you ready for your match today?" She asked placing the bags on the counter. Basil nodded glad that she was treating him normal again.
Basil sat back on his heels his hands on his knees watching the rest each of his team going through their turns. Martial arts changed a lot throughout time. Instead of everything being fought out on a mat, now they used very realistic situations imitation stages. They could simulate nearly anything from an empty room to a city on an alien planet. It was Basil's dream to become a space explorer. Space always fascinated him, especially extraterrestrial worlds. Instead of old fashioned hand to hand combat they now used specialized weapons. They still used hand to hand if they lost their weapons. All the weapons were made especially for match purposes only, so they couldn't go out and start hurting people with them. Outside of the arena they were nothing more than toys. When they first chose their weapons Basil felt drawn to the Metal Edge. It was an insolence triangle blade with the handle on one of the short sides. Most people didn't like because it seemed to basic and no fun to use. But in the right hands it could become a very power weapons. Acting as a mix between a sword and a large knife and could be tossed like a boomerang. Right now it was laying in front of him. He never saw anyone else use this unique weapon. His teammate lost and the stage powered down. He walked back over to his side and sat down looking bummed. No one ever got hurt worse than a bruise due to how the stage was designed.
"Alright Basil you're up." His coach shouted down the line. Basil always noticed that if his coach wasn't using his hands, his arms were always cross like he didn't know what else to do with them. He always loved the rush when he was called to go next. Grabbing the Metal Edge off the floor he stood up and hopped over the border into the white tile oval. It was roughly the size of ice hockey rink. His opponent walked over to the opposite side. Basil watched him closely figuring out everything he could before the match actually started. His gate was confident but was slowed by the smallest hint of tiredness and boredom. He was a few inches bigger than Matt. He's going to try and win this by pure strength and try to overpower me right off the bat. He prefers his right arm over the left by how he carries his tonfas. Keep to his left and I'll be fine. The low walls seemed to move backwards and a there was the briefest flash of white that blinded him. Now the arena was a city rooftop at night.
"Fight!" A robotic voice filled the area.