Among all the martial artist and fighters gathering here, in North City, Rakutsu can be considered the black sheep. The reason for this being his feelings around the tournament and fighting. He wasn’t a fan and considered it to be a waste of talent and energy. He can still be in West City, working to earn a few more dollars right now. There wasn’t desperation for cash, but earning it never hurt. It was all because of his grandfather.<br/><br/>The old man wanted him to earn the tournament as a means of training. Get real experience fighting in the spotlight. The teen couldn’t understand the logic behind it. Isn’t real experience why he fought in the underground rings? Too fight against people not afraid to spill blood? If he won in their last fight this wouldn’t be happening. Damn old man.<br/><br/>Rakutsu walked off the express train with a bitter expression. The GSP on his phone became his sole focus of attention. It showed him the directions to the hotel he will be staying in for the next two weeks. All paid by his grandfather, including additional funds for whatever he wanted. How kind of him.