Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter patter.

Finding himself in a weird dungeon with wooden walls and peculiar straw mats everywhere, the bun rose an eyebrow. What is this place, some sort of training dojo? Who built this behind a waterfall? Group of four hares seated on the mats in the corner, he walked towards them. These must be the buns he's training with for a bit.

"Oh, and who you, huh?!" a short LopVampa asked. "Ya wanna fight, huh? Ya wanna fight?"

"Duh?" an annoyed voice asked.

"How dare ya walk in here without bowing your head first!" a taller LopVampa said. "You lookin' to fight, are ya? We'll ya're gonna get one, ya hear?"

"Come on, you three! You know why he's here!" an even taller LopVampa shouted. "Get a clue!"

"Yah, I know why he's here, he's here for a fight!" the short LopVampa said, pounding his fist onto his hand. "Come on, I know whatchu are, come at me!"

Coming at him with a fist full of fury had been an extremely short LopVampa guy with ears nearly twice his size. What a pint sized spitfire this guy was. Short, chestnut hair pulled into a tiny braid on the side, he had a shirt that was almost big enough to reach his feet. Dark brown hare on his shirt looking ready for a fight, the text beneath read Gangsta Hare. Hand on the side of his temple, the bun sighed. He sure fit that name to a t.

Next to him had been a taller LopVampa woman with light brown hair pulled into two side buns. Large white wings behind her shoulders dropping feathers aplenty, her eyes matched her locks almost exactly. Pink shirt with a rather irritated looking hare on it, he locked eyes with her divine name printed on her shirt. Irritable Hare, huh? Okay, then? He should avoid stepping on a landmine with this one.

Punching two gloves together with a fury had been a tall LopVampa man with a catty feel to him for some particular reason. Did this bun punch kittens for a living or something? Evbu should take some notes. Long blonde hair that went down to about his upper chest, his hair was down and messy. Pinkish orange eyes looking ready to catch on fire, the hare on his shirt looked ready to punch as well. Boxer Hare beneath such creature, he shrugged. How terrific, this guy got a perfect name. Wow, surprise, surprise.

Looking ready to point out the facts to everyone had been a super tall LopVampa man with spiky yellowish green hair that looked quite messy. One singular large green wing on his left shoulder, the young adult placed his finger on his chin. He always wondered why some buns were born with either one wing, two, or some even none at all. But, he guessed those that didn't got sharp canines instead. Dizzy little hare on his shirt, the words beneath read Clueless Hare. That's a strange one, he must admit.

"Get a clue, I swear to Tidebu!" Clueless Hare shouted. "He's here for one quick training sess, not a blow out!"

"Ya think I'mma knock his teeth out or something?!" Gangsta Hare asked.

"Duh, obviously," Irritable Hare said, arms crossed. "Let me guess, you're joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl?" She then sighed. "Do you really want to? I think you should back out."

Irritable Hare looking ready to turn her head in defiance, the bun scribbled away. Back out now? No way! This is the chance of a lifetime to get that redo. There's no way he's going to give up this chance now! He's entering that tournament no matter what, and no one's going to stop him! No one; not a soul!

[I'm joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl no matter what! Ah, well, anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you four. My name is Siorc, and I'd like to train with you for the afternoon, if that's alright with you!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"So, ya wanna fight us, aye? Sure, I'll oblige!" Gangsta Hare cried.

"Oh, for the love of, could you cut it out and just introduce yourself already?!" Clueless Hare shouted. "Quit acting like this is a secret little mafia!"

"Shut yer trap, Tegne! I'm the boss 'round here, got it?!" Gangsta Hare said to Clueless Hare. "Whatevs! I'm Gangsta Hare as you can clearly see. And, I mean buiss, ya got it?" He then sighed. "Some folks still call me by my old name, Cyril, but yer to address me as Boss or Gangha, got it? Unless ya want yer teeth knocked out!"

[I look forward to working with you, Boss!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers shouted.

"Enough, alright? Geez, you're not the boss here, and this isn't some crime syndicate!" Irritable Hare shouted. "Whatever, I'm Irritable Hare, but really, I'm not annoyed all the time, okay? You can just call me Wren. But, when the Gods are around, call me Irriha, I guess."

"Whadya mean we ain't no crime syndicate, huh?!" Boxer Hare asked, punching his palm on his fist. "We're the real deal, ya understand? One wrong move and, chhk, I'll punch ya head clean off!" He then giggled. "Whatever, I'm Boxer Hare. Or, Wanta if I ain't near no gods. I dunno, just call me Boha."

"Have none of you gotten a clue?! Why don't any of you get we're back here 'cause everyone looks at us funny?!" Tegne shouted. "Ugh! Who cares?! I'm Clueless Hare. But, I'm not the one who needs to get a clue around here!" He then sighed. "Either call me Cluha or Tegne, I really don't care. Ugh, whatever! Take him to the Train Master Forty Five!"

Dragged off towards some strange looking device, the bun gulped. Uh, what's this now? He has to train against this? Inflatable tube bunny looking ready to squish him, the bun jumped back. Okay, okay, hold on, just a second, this is how he's going to train for today? He may as well just go home! Timer turned on for two hours, the time for action was now. This will be easy, that's for sure.

But, the word easy was sliced into pieces almost immediately. Inflatable tube dummy able to hold its own, the vampa could barely fight back. What is this thing? Who made it? Was it blessed by the godbuns? Ah, great, this is going so swimmingly! Hairpin almost breaking in two, tears streamed down his face. Snowy, no, please don't leave him! Hour mark passing by, boos had come his way.

"Boo, boo! I coulda knocked it out by now!" Boha shouted.

"Shut it, Wanta!" Tegne shouted. "Can't you see he's new to these powers of his?!"

"I still coulda knocked it out by now!" Punch, punch.

Returning to the battlefield, the bun could feel his vitality ready to drop as the inflatable tube hands curled around his neck. Why is this thing so strong? Come on, shields, why wouldn't they come when he needed them? Please, have mercy! Trying a few more times, the creature remained intact.

"Boo, boo! Ya call that a fight?!" Gangha shouted.

"Didn't you hear what Tenge said?!" Wren shouted. "He's new to this!"

"He should be able to pop the tubebun by now!" Gangha shouted. "Aim for da eyes!"

Eyes pointed at, the young adult's vision grew dim. The eyes? What would that do? Projectiles coming his way, everything was close to fading. He's got this, he can do it. He can so do this! Hairpin glowing and ready to go, a loud popping noise soon took the stage as a beam of icy light took it out of the picture. Bonk, something landing on his head, he soon fell. Goodnight.

Blink.

Finding himself floating on the water, the bun groaned. What happened? Oh, right, he was training against some inflatable tubebun thing. He nearly forgot. Why was that thing so strong for? No, that wasn't it. He was just a wet noodle. Sigh, he really needed to train a lot more before he has what it takes to join the Mystic Carrot Bowl, huh?

"Ya sure are pathetic, ain't ya, greenhorn?" Gangha asked, laughing. "Yer gonna need a lot more trainin' where that came from! Come back next week!"

"Why next week?" Wren asked.

"Oh, ya know, 'cause the job ceremony thingy comin' up, or something," Gangha responded. "Now, get outta our hole!"

Slam.

Finding himself back on the opposite side of the waterfall, Susu soon took him back to her home. Informed he would be taken back in the morning, the bun dropped himself back on the couch. Feeling himself about ready to doze off, everything raced through him all at once, and then some. He's not strong enough to win the Mystic Carrot Bowl right now, is he? Maybe he'll never be. Cartoon playing on the television until he fell asleep, the vampa closed his eyes as dreamland was ready to burn him alive.

Maybe he'll be stronger after he gets his assigned job.

Fingers crossed.