Bine, Bullet of Kakin

The fighters were invited to a large set of tables, each one centered with one large keg of ale and another of fresh cold water. Meat, fresh vegetables, and exotic fruits from the island were prepared and served to each fighter and their family and trainers who had joined them at the tournament. Those who had lost had already been ferried off the island.

Koth took his plate and made his way slowly out of the dining hall, not wanting to expose his face to eat in front of others. As he made his way out of the large make-shift structure, he heard a voice behind him. "You're him, right? The Ink Master everyone is talking about." Koth didn't say anything, stopping for just a second before continuing forward. The voice followed behind him. "I am not a threat. I don't care about taking your powers, I just want a good fight, and you're it." Koth turned around to see the angry looking man he had seen earlier on the island, his odd clothing and hair style making him stand out in a sea of already strange folk. "I am Bine, the bullet of Kakin. I hope you put up a good fight when we meet." He cracked his knuckles and smiled before turning to go.

"You have ink as well, don't you?" Koth looked through him, his eyes hidden behind the mask he always wore.

Bine nodded, his smile fading into a more stern look. "Of course the one they call Ink Master would be most concerned with that. I won't be losing to you, though. I'll crush you, and everyone else in this tournament." He continued back to the dining area, as Koth made his way onto the beach to eat in peace.