The bordum that defined his day was all Michael would wish would go away currently. It wasn't like a bad day, no, but it sure as hell made him wish that he'd never bothered to get out of bed this morning. 

The moment that the openning ceremony was over, Michael had promply run out of the area, avoiding most of the crowd due to his haste. His bed was calling him. However, as he was running towards his room, he'd managed to stumble across a dual or spar by the looks of the crowd. A fairly high level one as far as he could tell too. Now, Michael may be only a Rank 1, but that didn't make him *completely* ignorant to the existance of the Highest Ranks. He just didn't assossiate with them or anything. So, Michael decided that with how boring the rest of the day had been so far, that he'd go ahead and take a minute to watch this match.