No One's POV
The boys were beyond excited when they returned to the Monastery the next day and found PIXAL once again in her armor, signifying that they were indeed returning to the First Realm for their next lesson. The ability to freely travel between worlds was a novelty that would surely lose its luster overtime, but for the time being, it was the most awesome thing they could do. So they practically smothered PIXAL with their excitement as they gathered around her.

The blazing heat of the First Realm tempered their good mood in the slightest bit; fortunately, they didn't have to walk very far to walk the second time around. Like the second time they'd gone to Ninjago, PIXAL had gained enough sense to position the portal directly next to Inga's workshop. She ushered them in through a side door, revealing Inga in the process of fixing the engine of a land-roaming vehicle with Uno standing dutifully beside her with a toolbox.

Inga was wearing a protective helmet and there were sparks flying everywhere, but she was somehow able to sense their presence. Her head lifted under the glare of the blowtorch and she gazed at the group through the visor in her helmet. She stopped the blaze for a second to wave at them and hold up a finger to tell them to wait. As she started the torch up once more, PIXAL allowed the boys to take advantage of the extra time to take a closer look at the inventory, having only gotten a peek during their last visit.

Inga really did have every vehicle imaginable in her workshop. Everywhere the boys turned, there was a new style of bodywork. Helicopters with fan blades that looked sharp enough to cut through gale force winds; motorcycles with large treads that looked sturdy enough to scale any terrain; trucks with cargo compartments that looked large enough to hold an entire army; water bikes with shields that looked hard enough to burst through any size of wave. Everything was speckled with rust and brand new sauntering lines shone along every line and edge, but they knew that with Inga's tampering, they would drive smoother than any original design ever would.

Honcho walked up to one of the motorcycles and pulled out his phone. "Hey - WiFi isn't the best here, but the camera still works," He explained, thrusting the device into a confused Kit's hands. "Get a picture of me on the hood of this baby, and the guys back home will go nuts." With a cheesy grin, the blonde climbed onto the hood and posed Hollywood-style.

"Taking a picture of a motorcycle with you on it makes you seem like you own it," A new voice spoke up dryly. "Which is fraud, which is illegal."

Honcho yelped and jumped away from the motorcycle like it burned him. He and Kit both looked up in alarm to see Rose lounging on top of the top of what looked to be a large submarine, polishing her flamethrower. It wasn't on, but her red eyes made up for it as they bore into the two. "I didn't take the future saviors of the realms to also be future con artists," She mused mockingly.

"It's like she came out of nowhere," Kit said in amazement.

"Uh...just how long were you sitting there?" Honcho sputtered.

"Long enough to see your little buddy wipe his nose and clean it on that land roamer over there," Rose replied, increasing the intensity in her gaze upon Kit. "Which, by the way, IS DISGUSTING!"

The smaller boy squeaked and cowered behind Honcho. "Hey, it's really dusty in here!" He defended himself.

"Hasn't anyone ever told it's rude to yell at your bosses?" The blonde asked Rose hotly.

"You ain't my boss, so you can't boss me around!" She replied briskly, pointing the barrel of her flamethrower in his direction. "Try to do so, and you get a third degree!"

"Yeah, but they're my bosses!" Inga broke in, coming in from behind a large truck. "And what did I tell you, Rose?"

The pigtailed girl and ungraciously slid off the submarine. "Be nice to my bosses, and they'll be nice to you," She said in a mocking rendition of her sister's voice, standing lazily against the vehicle. "You should know, my dear sissy, that nice isn't exactly what I do. And aren't you even the tiniest bit mad that Tangerine Hair over here cleaned his nose with your babies?"

Inga merely shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is - you do that, like, eight times a day."

"HAH!!" Kit and Honcho exclaimed in triumph at Rose, who rolled her eyes.

Inga looked at them meaningfully. "But seriously - please clean that up," She told them. "I can't deliver these babies to my customers when they have germs on them, can I? Uno!" She called over her shoulder. "Bring the cleaning supplies!"

"Which vehicle did Rose wipe her nasal excrement on this time?" Came the slightly exasperated voice of Uno.

"Not her - one of the Masters!" Inga replied.

Kit stared at her from behind Honcho. "You're...serious?" He asked her incredulously.

Inga's black and red gaze was stone cold serious as she stared at him. "I am ALWAYS serious when it comes to my babies," She told him.

Uno came around the corner with a cleaning cloth and a spray bottle as Kit and Honcho's eyes widened and Rose smirked. "This is why I'm glad she's my sissy," She said wistfully.

So while poor Kit was left to clean up his snot under the watchful eye of Uno, the rest of the boys and PIXAL gathered with the sisters in the main space. "I'm so glad you guys are back for another day!" Inga commended them, holding her arms out like she was going to give the entire group a great big hug; Rose looked like she'd fry anyone of them as soon as she'd ask them how their day was. "Are you ready for an official tour of the workshop?"

"Not quite, Inga," PIXAL told her gently. "The first visit was a welcome first look into First Realm life, but we really must continue on with the boys' training."

Inga's white face dropped into an adorable pout. "Please, PIXAL?" She whined, clasping her gloved hands in front of her. "Can't you put off the training until next time? I just got this real beauty of an aircraft the other day, and I was hoping to show it to-"

"That sounds intriguing, Inga, and we can do it some other day," PIXAL placated her. "But we really must get to training. Do you mind introducing the boys to Billy?"

At Inga's falling face, the boys broke into curious murmurs. "You've mentioned this Billy guy before," Boa said to PIXAL, coming up beside her. "Who exactly is he?"

"Our cousin," Inga supplied; she still looked upset that she wouldn't be spending the day with the boys, but she sounded happy to give them information. "He's the most accurate marksman the First Realm has ever seen."

"And an absolute BEAST in the fighting rings," Rose added, sounding admirable of her cousin. "It's like watching a dragon."

Some of the boys looked interested in meeting Billy, though others looked apprehensive. His description didn't exactly instill confidence of becoming fast friends, let alone create a healthy student-teacher relationship.

If that's what PIXAL intended for them to be.

Inga sighed and rolled up her right glove to reveal a clunky wristwatch. "The fighting rings should be starting in the next ten minutes," She muttered thoughtfully. "Chances are that's where he'll be. He doesn't really go anywhere else."

"Alright then," PIXAL said decisively, already making her way towards the door. "Let's get moving."

Nearly all of the boys and the girls were out the door when Kit and Uno whisked around a vehicle, Kit holding the cloth and spray bottle. When he saw the open door and the rapidly depleting occupancy, he blanched. "UH, GUYS!! ARE YOU FORGETTING SOMEONE?!"

"MAYBE MOVE A LITTLE FASTER, AND WE WON'T FORGET YA!!" Rose yelled back at him.

"OKAY, NOW SHE'S JUST STEALING MY LINES!!" Lui bellowed.

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They weren't able to get a good look at the town during their first visit since they had been trying to be inconspicuous, but PIXAL allowed them to remain in full view as they headed towards the fighting rings. Now that they were able to walk in broad daylight, they could take in all of the sights.

And the sights were incredible.

Everything towered and was made of either metal or wood, and for a rustic town, they made rustic work. Great machines of iron and steel cranked merrily beside every building, providing the people inside with some kind of power that the boys couldn't see. Storefronts boasted either wild foods that they'd never heard of before (Rose had to forcibly drag Valt from a vendor that was selling exotic breads), or crazy contraptions that seemed to be the norm for everyone else in town.

And everywhere the boys looked, it was evident that dragons were a big part of the town's culture. The beasts were detailed in statues of metal and stone, and were painted on posters advertising different shops. Sometimes they were depicted as fierce and menacing warriors, other times as firm and loving guardians. Though the commercialized versions were nothing compared to the originals, which pranced out and around every street corner and storefront. Magnificent beasts of every color and size either flew high above the buildings or mingled with the humans below; the boys saw a group of rocky skinned dragons pushing a wooden wheel beside what seemed to be a factory while more brightly hued red dragons chortled noisily with a laughing group of humans.

Since they were out in the open and looked nothing like the locals, they were definitely noticed. As they made their way down the streets, everyone shot them weird looks and more than a few not-so-subtle points. Inga, Rose, Uno and PIXAL forged ahead like they were used to the attention while some of the boys slowed their stride - not even Wakiya was comfortable with the amount of eyes on them.

When they were passing through a street of blacksmith shops, a woman covered in soot came out from a storefront advertising free lug nuts with every purchase. "Yo, Mama Iron!" She called out, jutting a dirty finger in the group's direction. "What's with the newbies following ya? Are those the new Masters?"

"Mama Iron?" Fubuki asked.

"Newbies?" A fuming Yugo grumbled.

Inga only laughed. "Indeed they are, Miss Ashes! We're just taking them to see Mister Bullseye!"

The woman, Miss Ashes, sucked in a loud gust of air. "I don't know - you think they're ready for his kind of heat?"

"Heat?" Valt squeaked. "What kind of heat?"

"Fret not, Miss Ashes!" PIXAL talked over him. "One thing I've learned about these boys is that there's nothing they can't handle!"

Miss Ashes shrugged. "Well, if you say so, Miss PIXAL. Just don't be surprised if Mister Bullseye has them bawling by the end of the day!"

"I'm starting to look forward to meeting this guy less and less," Daigo muttered.

Rose decided to speak up, "Um, I'm here too, Miss Ashes!" She peeked out from behind Inga and waved. "Heya!"

The dirty face of Miss Ashes noticeably darkened. "Oh yeah...hello, Rampage," She greeted tightly.

For some reason, that only made Rose even more riled up. "Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?" She growled, a dangerous light in her red eyes. She pressed a button on her belt, which sent her flamethrower up and over her shoulder, where she grabbed it and leveled its barrel at the storefront. "How do you feel about turning your blacksmith shop into a barbecue?" She said cheerfully, turning the dial at the end until a steady red heartbeat lit up the barrel.

A mixture of rage and fear flashed across Miss Ashes' features as she spread her arms protectively in front of her shop; luckily, Inga and Uno pulled Rose back before she had a chance to pull the trigger. "Yeah, that's enough, we'll be taking our leave now, thanks!" Inga said quickly, waving goodbye at Miss Ashes as the group heralded the sporadic arsonist away.

"Is it just me, or is that girl just...what's the word...?" Naoki muttered thoughtfully.

"Nuts?" Quon supplied.

Naoki looked at him thoughtfully, then nodded. "Sure, let's go with 'nuts'."

Xander jogged ahead of the group until he was side by side with Inga. "Hey, Inga," He said to her. "Do you mind explaining the weird names around here?"

Inga looked at him inquisitively. "What do you mean?" She asked innocently.

Xander only stared at her. "Come on - Mama Iron? Rampage? Mister Bullseye? You told us that your cousin's name was Billy!"

Inga blinked at him for a few seconds, then brightened. "Oh! You mean the Naming System!"

It was Xander's turn to blink. "Sure, that."

Inga beamed, happy to explain. "Back when our way of life consisted of hunting dragons instead of riding them, our people were very paranoid of each other; we never knew who we could trust. So we lived by a Naming System - names given at birth were reserved for family member usage only, and everyone got a Hunter Name when they came of age, which everyone else in town referred to them as. As we transitioned into Riders, we became more open to each other and were welcome to share our birth names with each other, though we kept the Naming System because the given names were so unique. My Rider Name is Mama Iron because I view my vehicles as my babies, and Rose-"

"Let's just say that if you make me mad, you'll know EXACTLY why my Rider Name is Rampage," The arsonist explained, proudly patting the barrel of her flamethrower. Uno let out a robotic sigh - he kept a considerable distance between him and Rose.

"So I'm guessing that Miss Ashes isn't really named Miss Ashes?" Orochi asked behind the two.

Inga nodded. "Nope - her real name is Sara!" She revealed playfully. "She's called Miss Ashes because, try as she might, she always ends up dirty in the workshop!"

"Today, it's still custom to publicly address a First Realmer by their Rider Name," PIXAL advised the boys. "So from now on, you may want to address Inga and Rose by their respective Rider Names while in public."

"Great - more names to remember," Free muttered, yawning.

Soon enough, they came into view of two large wooden stand posts, both made up of three large logs tied together with thick metal rods. Six statues of metal crowned the sides, shining boldly in the light of the dark sun - five men and one woman. Each of the figures held a form of weapon in one hand: the woman held a large gun, a man with a goatee held a bamboo staff, a man with a military cut held a shuriken, a man with a high ponytail held a hammer, a man with a fiery haircut held a katana, and a man with fluffy hair held a pair of nunchucks. In their other hands, they each held a different shape of bell connected by thin cords. Unlike the statue of Lloyd in Ninjago, the eyes of these statues were open and staring out at the world with daring expressions.

But like the statue of Lloyd, these statues depicted heroes.

Inga noticed their dazed expressions and explained in a surprisingly soft tone, "Those are the Savior Bells; they ring on the hour. The posts were made using the same stand posts that the Masters were tortured by Iron Baron upon. In fact, Wu's Pride was built around this spot - it was where we declared our independence from Iron Bane's rule."

Cuza blinked slowly. "Right," He said dazedly. "That's Faith, Wu, Zane, Cole, Kai, and Jay."

Inga nodded. "They freed us from a life of distrust and tyranny, and Wu formed a bond with the dragons - it's only fair that we honor them with this town."

"Way to make a guy feel small," Xander muttered.

Inga giggled, then gazed at the Savior Bells with a reverent expression. She took the time to stop in her tracks to respectfully bow towards the statues. The boys eyed her curiously, then decided to pay their respects as well and bowed with her.

PIXAL watched the group with a proud smile while Uno stood emotionlessly beside her. Rose only glanced at their display of reverence and scoffed. "If you're done playing Storytime," She told them hotly. "Can we get a move on? If you haven't noticed, the crowd is getting thicker!"

She wasn't wrong - the boys had been too wrapped up in their ancestral memories to notice, but now their eyes were completely open to the scenery before them. As they had been reminiscing, a crowd had formed around the base of the Savior Bells, and was steadily getting thicker. Here, their different appearances had no meaning - they were bumped and jostled just like everyone else.

"Mama Iron! Rampage!" Shu forced out as he was smushed between bodies. "What's going on - what are all these people here for?"

"I don't do well in confined spaces," Jin said worriedly where he was being elbowed every which way. "Help!"

"Fight back!" Rose advised unhelpfully, taking her own advice and elbowing back with a vengeance. "The fighting rings are held at the base of the Savior Bells, and needless to say, they draw quite the crowd. If we don't get to the front before the match starts, ya'll will never get a glance of Mister Bullseye!"

So the boys decided to follow her lead and firmly, yet politely, made their way through the crowd to the front; though they had to stop Wakiya from going awhol on a guy who'd knocked him onto his knees. Once they got there, they were met with a chest-high metal fence that had enough space between the posts for the audience to peer through. Below the fence, the ground dropped about six feet, forming a disk in the earth's surface about 36 feet in diameter. The metal fence stretched all the way around the makeshift arena, and people packed shoulder to shoulder every square foot.

Lui sniffed. "This is your arena?" He asked mockingly. "I've seen pig pens with more appeal. OW!!"

Rose had knocked him upside the head with the barrel of her flamethrower. "Do you ever SHUT UP?" She asked him heatedly. "'Cause you sure talk a lot, and frankly, it's getting on my nerves!"

Lui stared venom at her while he rubbed his head. "Right back at ya, toots!" He snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Rose bared hers back at him.

While Inga and Xander attempted to pull their respective family members off of each other and the other boys watched the fight pre show, Ren Wu turned to PIXAL. "Never thought I'd say this, but Lui has a point," He said to her under his breath. "Don't the First Realmers have an arena that's...er...official?"

"I do not understand your question - what about this does not seem official?" Uno asked at his other side, startling the brunette.

"Never mind, Uno," PIXAL told the android, then turned back to Ren Wu. "The First Realmers used to have a much larger arena, but that was back during their Hunter days when the people fought the dragons. Since their transition into Riders and the building of their new town, they no longer had any use for such a large arena and decided to downgrade to a much smaller space for humans to battle each other instead of their new allies. Trust me," She explained, turning back to the arena. "They make the most of it."

Ren Wu opened his mouth to ask another question, but he was interrupted by a sudden burst of noise that had all of the boys nearly jumping out of their skin. The Savior Bells seemed to ring of their own accord, creating a six note harmony that marked the hour. It was both loud and soft at the same time, not unpleasant to the ears.

It was the screeching voice through a loudspeaker that had them covering their ears: "YA HEAR THAT, PEOPLE??!! YA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??!!"

"BATTLE TIME!!" The crowd called back to the unseen announcer.

"WHAT WAS THAT???!!! I CAN'T HEAR YA!!!"

"I heard it perfectly fine, thanks!" Orochi called from where he was clamping down his poor ears.

Unfortunately, the musician's plea went unheard. "BATTLE TIME!!!" The crowd called back with new reverence. Orochi whimpered and ducked his head in an attempt to escape the noise.

"WELL, YA'LL ARE IN LUCK!!" The announcer went on, undeniable excitement in their voice. "TODAY, WE HAVE A LINE OF MATCHUPS THAT ARE SURE TO KEEP YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEATS!!"

"Pray tell, where are these 'seats' you speak of?" Ukyo muttered bitterly, shifting on his feet in the hot Sun.

His complaints fell on deaf ears as well. "FIRST UP, ON THIS SIDE, WE HAVE THE BARBARIAN WITH NO MANNERS!! THE BRUTE BORN FROM SOOT!! MUSCLES MAXIMUS!!" At the introduction, a hulking tower of a man separated from the crowd and jumped the fence plus the extra six feet onto the arena floor. Straightening up, he flashed the audience a checkered smile and raised his sweaty arms over his bald head. He wore a steampunk version of the Greek tunic, with a thick metal belt cinching the stained material at his waist.

"I'd believe that part about him being born from soot - the guy is FI-LTHY," Wakiya scoffed, emphasizing the word.

"Say what you want, Goldilocks, but I think he's AWES-SOME!!" Honcho exclaimed with his own emphasis, clenching his fists and joining the crowd in cheering "MUSCLES!! MAXIMUS!! MUSCLES!! MAXIMUS!!"

The enthusiasm was infectious, and many of the boys joined Honcho in chanting the brute's name. "MUSCLES!! MAXIMUS!! MUSCLES!! MAXIMUS!!" The barbarian was drinking the attention up, grinning with his few teeth and flexing for the audience.

Inga laughed at their sportsmanship while Rose only crossed her arms and smirked. "You can cheer for him all you want," She told the boys contemptuously. "Even if he gets past the first round, it won't help him in the long run."

The boys were wondering what exactly she meant when the announcer spoke again, "LOVE THAT ENTHUSIASM, FOLKS!! KEEP AT IT, BECAUSE HE MAY NEED IT AGAINST HIS OPPONENT!!" At that, everyone in the crowd turned to the opposite side of the arena, the excitement amongst them nearly visible in waves above their heads. "FOR HE IS UP AGAINST THE REIGNING CHAMPION!! YOU KNOW HIM - YOU LOVE HIM!! THE USER OF THE DEADLY SNIPER'S EYE!! FORGET AN ACE, HE'S THE MAN THAT IS NEVER WITHOUT A KNIFE UP HIS SLEEVE!! MISTER BULLSEYE!!"

The boys all gasped while Inga and Rose looked surprised. "I guess he's on early today," PIXAL commented.

"If he was not, the crowd would quite possibly have stormed the place," Uno added.

Muscles Maximus straightened and tensed, dropping his smile and turning to face his opponent's side of the arena. After a deliberate pause, a man separated from the audience and jumped the gap in one graceful step. He barely crouched as he landed on the ground, allowing his toned white body to be in full view of those watching. Strips of cloth that may have been white, yet faded to yellow, accentuated the muscles along his arms; dark scars only added flair. A sleeveless black shirt was hardly seen beneath two crisscrossing tan sashes. A brown leather belt peeked out beneath the sashes and topped a pair of dusty yellow pants; tied boots ended the ensemble. His black hair was half-shaven, with a two-ringed bullseye detailed in the shaven half. Under the hair that wasn't half shaven was a black eye, while the uncovered eye was red and emphasized with a gnarly scar.

But what was really unique about him was his abundance of pockets. Large pockets, small pockets, thin pockets, wide pockets. They dotted his sashes, peeked out from his belt, lined his pants - even his boots seemed compartmentalized.

He seemed ready for a war.

"That's Bil-er-Mister Bullseye?" Valt asked.

"Yup," Inga said proudly. "That's our cousin."

Muscles Maximus was obviously intimidated by the reigning champion, but he was trying hard not to show it as he stared him down. "Consider 'dis match as champion to be ya last, boy," He slurred through his dotted mouth, crouching down into a defensive position. "Ya goin' down!"

Billy cast a critical eye over the brute's sweaty appearance, yawning as he categorized what he saw. "I guess we'll see, won't we?" He asked, overlapping his arms to stretch the muscles there.

The crowd seemed to hold its breath as the two warriors regarded each other across the reason. The First Realmers were excited because they wanted to see how the champion held out against this new adversary.

The boys were excited because they wanted to see exactly what their future teacher was capable of.

Finally, the announcer spoke up after being quiet, "READY?! SET!!"

The crowd chanted, "3...2...1...FIGHT!!"

At the go ahead, Muscles Maximus and Billy started to circle each other, both eyeing the other hungrily. They kept up with the dance for a few seconds before Muscles Maximus decided to make the first move, lunging wildly at Mister Bullseye.

As he dodged the blow, Yugo found it necessary to ask the sisters, "So why is his Rider Name Mister Bullseye, anyway?"

Inga opened her mouth to answer, but Rose beat her to the punch, "Simple - when he throws something at a target..."

At that moment, quick as lightning, Billy reached into his brigade of pockets and thrusted his hand towards his opponent. Before anyone could react, Muscles Maximus was hung against the earthen wall of the arena with four knives sticking out of his tunic. From the way he was struggling, the knives only stuck him to the wall - they hadn't even grazed his skin.

"It never misses or wavers."

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I'M ALLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIVVVVEE!!!

Sorry for being so out of touch recently - school has been kicking my butt and my lazy butt continues to procrastinate with EVERYTHING.

I meant to squeeze the entire encounter into one chapter, but this was getting too long, and I wanted to give you guys something after being inactive for so long. There will be another chapter, hopefully soon, in which I'll explain a little more about Billy and his backstory.

Or if you want the complete run down on his character, check out his spreadsheet in my OC Book!