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Mia was quick to dismiss the idea of a competition, and Bushi almost resigned himself to non-participation as well. It would be far too boring to just feast for no real reason. Gluttony was not a vice he held, and nor did he see any particular pleasure in it.

But then Mia raised the offer of the duel, as well as sweetening the deal even further by giving him an option for 'bonus' tasks. He would get what he wanted if he competed, and more. The idea was pleasant, to say the least and would probably be the easiest thing to do tonight. Everyone else seemed to have let go of their animosity towards Robin's status, but Bushi still felt it as a heavily personal failing. Had he been a touch faster, an inch stronger, a step closer to her...

Perhaps it was his own pride, or simply his own longevity, but Bushi was much slower to forgive than most mortals: be that forgiving foes or forgiving himself. Someone had been injured other than himself, that was a failing. He had not predicted the explosive assault, that was a failing. He could pinpoint every single little thing that he'd done wrong and the consequences were made louder than a crash by the silent space in the circle that Robin used to fill.

"I guess I better accept the challenge then...I think I'll need some Alcohol....Soho or whatever you called it." He wore a smile on his face, masking the overthinker and trying to paint the normal picture of intense, life loving Bushi.