Flint yawned as the bus stopped. He had tried to get some sleep but had failed miserably. He stood up as everyone began to leave the bus, grabbing the Bokken from his side and sliding it into a leather sheath on his hip. He walked out and quietly listened, politely taking a leaflet before walking over to The Savant group. Arguments erupted as they bickered about who should be the leader.
"Hitler became a leader not because he said he was, it was because he knew how to lead" Flint spoke aloud. His hand resting on the hilt of his wooden sword.
The people fighting may not like being called Hitler but the point still stood.
"maybe the candidates should explain why they should be leader instead of bickering like children." Flint said calmly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.