"And this is what my men like to call the battlefield, we train here...but I don't come around here anymore. Nobody wants to fight me anyway."
"Why?"
"It's nothing..." He reached for the fence, looking out at the men who were scattered across the fields. When he came here, it had been just one big and plain field, but him and his men —the ones who were previously rogues— had reconstructed it.
They bordered it off and made three different fighting areas; the one at the very top were for those ranked level one, experience wolves, the topnotch ones, the one in the middle was for level two; men/women who were capable enough to be sent out in missions, the last partition was for the wolves born without much skill but is willing to enhance it.
They can level up...which made them challenge
