Unsettled and bothered by what the voices implied I paced around a bit. Telling him will do me no good because if he wins his next opponent, I will be next and I didn't even want to test my luck fighting him. Fighting the boy with red hair was like walking into a battle field without armor and no guarantee of victory. As I continued to ponder, didn't notice that I had stepped into the practice room until I saw him hitting a punching bag in the center of the room. The force he was using to hit it, should have not been possible coming from a child at his age but he kept going. Each blow that was delivered sounded like a baseball bat hitting the wall and the sound was thunderous sound each time he made contact. Not only were his blows heavy but they were also fast and precise increasing my fear about having to face him. Visibly shaken I walked back outside.2mins before the official start of the 2nd day of monthly testing.3rd person P.O.VNobody paid attention, as a boy walked slowly