Piye sat in the restaurant eating his strange pork meal, what did they call it? oolong. He ate slowly as he was not a big fan of pork, had he been able to read the menu better perhaps he could have chosen some sort of curry or soup, something he was used to but something he didn't eat every day. Looking around people gave him a strange glance, he assumed it was because of the lanky yet muscular build or the way he acted around the food. The waiter came back with a soft drink, also choose at random and when Piye to a drink he instantly drank the rest putting the other in shock. He had never had such a sugary thing... Well not including the chocolate he had tried, that was blissful almost as good as this. Looking to the time Piye lumped and quickly chowed down on his meal and left his money before running at impossible speeds. He had come for the world martial arts tournament and if he took any longer he would miss his chances of entering. Jumping over a car that nearly smashed into him, Piye looked at were the fighter were gathering, they seemed powerful, spreading bokotar to them would be great for his masters. But that wasn't all that he was here for. He needed the other children who escaped. There capture had been attacking him with other children, They needed to gather if they wanted to survive. Going to the Tournament was risky but it was his only chance.