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We arrived at Uncle Keith's pack just before night fell.

The pack is smaller than my father's, but it has more qualified trainers.

People train constantly, and no one ever makes you feel worthless.

I glanced at my father, who had been sleeping the whole ride there. The pack was only two hours long, but we stopped off for some food on the way.

My Uncle Keith told my father about the upcoming ultimate fighter competition, which was mainly a charity event. Everyone was going to be there, and judging by my Uncle's face, it was to be big.

We were in the middle of eating, but my father caught me off guard and asked me, "Are you competing in the fighting?"

I was shocked, but I shook my head.