Black Mist looked around at all the happy people. They didn't have a care in the world. They were all talking about the "Flying Race" or some shit like that. Whatever it was, he wasn't interested.
"Hey, stranger!" a random Number called to him. "Wanna know our deals for the saddles?"
Black Mist didn't bother turning around. "Saddles? For what?"
"Well, for the Flying Race, of course! All of the fliers need them!"
Black Mist sneered and walked on. Not interested.
"Wait, sir!" The foolish Number ran up to him, waving his hands like an idiot. "Don't you want to hear what it's about and the fabulous prizes you can win?"
Black Mist once again refused to acknowledge the Number visually, but he answered, "Not interested. I just need to get back home."
"Are you sure? Don't you want to at least know about it in case you get interested later on?"
Black Mist huffed in his mind. He knew that this Number wasn't going away without saying what he had to say. Maybe if he showed that he was a Dark Number? No, that would send the whole town into turmoil. He couldn't risk that.
"Fine. If it'll get you to go away, I'll go."
The man was delighted. He showed him around the town, showing him all of the shops and explaining to him what they had. One had the gear for the dragons, another had the gear for the riders, another had food for the dragon, so on and so forth.
Black Mist wouldn't admit this to the Number, but he was actually kind of interested. Maybe he and Yoru could enter and win. After all, they could weave through those branches in the forest. How hard could it be?
The Number stopped at an impressive-looking obstical course. It had bars suspended on strong wire with loops immediately after, not giving much room to maneuver. It only climbed higher and higher with more loops and bars and razor-sharp blades swinging around. He whistled in awe.
"Impressive, huh?" the Number chuckled. "I'm sure it'll be interesting to see Crimson go through this."
"Crimson?"
"Yep. Number 12 Crimson Shadow Armor Ninja. He's undefeated!"
Undefeated, huh? We'll see about that.
"Well, are we done?" Black Mist asked impatiently, crossing his arms.
"One more thing!" The Number handed Black Mist a small book. "This is the rulebook. Just in case you wanna go over it at home. Thank you!"
Black Mist took the book and turned away, ready to get the hell out of that town. He didn't want to stay any longer than he had to.
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Teen Years
Fanfiction(Sequel to Number Childhood) Black Mist has grown into a teen, and he strives to be the best. While he trains himself vigorously, the gangs are getting worse. He vows to himself that he would beat those gangs into submission. He starts getting issue...
