A Rei Out [Spectating]

The smell of baked ham. It brought him both pleasure and disgust. He hated the taste of ham, but the smell of the sweet juices calmed him. The taste just reminded him of savage beatings and ripped skin. Stupid old man. Never grateful for the little things, even though, it was Kaisaki's fault. He tossed the man his money, only to take the meat away. Kaisaki would make a single stop at his own little place before putting the meat away. He quickly made slices of the meat and tucked them away into the wooden box. He went over to the pot, the contents already cooked from that morning and took a good scoop before packing it into a small bowl. Dancing over, he flipped the bowl, smacking the underside to let the mountain of rice fall into the small wooden box. He threw the other meat into the box, and a few sliced sausages to look like weird, but deformed octopi. He slapped on the lid, only to grab a pink plaid handkerchief to set it on the table. He put the box in the middle until he would stop.

"No no... that's not right. He takes after Seirei... He needs snacks.... Hmm." He would turn to look at his assortment of strange bags and snacks. All of the things he would take from the office, or things no one wanted. Stuff he'd bring when he spent time with his sibling, as if to coarse her to enjoy his time even more.

"Fuck it, that pink little shit gets what he gets." He grabbed a few sugar cubes and pulled the lib back off, throwing them into the box. He opened his fridge to grab the cookies he made from the night before and tucked them in. Looking to the side he took a few assorted rolls and made them fit as well into the small little bento box.

"Ehh, good enough. I guess." And he would take the cloth and tie a neat little bow on top before running out of his house with it.

. . .

It wouldn't be long until he found find his way into the stands, taking a seat a little too close to other people.

"And on the north end of the arena we have Chigetsu Hozuki!"

He would nudge the family next to him, smiling from under his mask. "Hey, Hey!" He would point, his black gloved finger directed at the pink haired child. "That's my niece!! Haha!!"

"Cool..." the man would say, moving a few inches away from the masked man.

"GO, GO CHIGETSU, YOU MURDER THAT MOTHER FUCKER." Kaisaki sat there, his prepped meal in hand, fingers tapping the wooden lid as he watched. Invested in what he was ready to see.

"Wait. Niece?"

Strength: D || Constitution: D|| Stamina: D || Speed: D ||
Coordination: C || Intelligence: C || Perception: D
50/50 Chakra
[ Kaisaki ]