Kim eyes widened, but he felt excited, he wanted this, to fight, use his newfound powers. He got lost in thought, how this changed everything, he ruled over the school before, it was different now, he felt like he could rule over the world if he discovered the full extent of his abilities. 
Meanwhile, Crimea asked Maki to help their Mom with dinner, and talked with Mimaa. He then approached Kim and made him sit down, interrupting his daydreaming immediately. He sat down on the opposite side of the table and pulled his sleeve back, challenging Kim to a competition. 
Maki and Mimaa approached, and Maki exclaimed: "Arm Wresting!" 
Kim was confused for some seconds before his pride glowed through his eyes as he smirked and grabbed onto Crimea's scarred hand. Maki started the match and immediately the two arms flexed. Both the men didn't move a inch, Kim arm was clearly in more pressure though, seen by the sparks that appeared around. Crimea's face was serious, he was analyzing Kim. 
"Your scales... They're soft" Crimea whispered, starting to slowly pin Kim's hand to the table. But with a burst of strength and a roar, Kim slammed Crimea's hand to the table, the loud thud of the hard muscles hitting the wood echoed through the place. 
Maki jumped around, excitedly with the result. On Kim's face was a smirk, filled with arrogance. Crimea ignored it and stood up. "Not going to say anything?" Kim teased, flexing his arms. 
Mimaa however pointed to his scaled hand, making him notice the mark of Crimea's hand deeply marked into the hardened flesh. Crimea turned around and crossed his arms. "I know what i needed... I will send you the coordinates, don't be late. Dungeons don't wait" Crimea said, before walking away, resuming his work. 
... 
A few hours later, Crime left Coffee's Delight and walked home, spotting the spot where the kids were throwing stones, he remembered the voice, how we felt in control and his eyes glowed as his imagination ran wild with possibility. 
He then knelt down and picked up at rock, examining it carefully, but after some seconds of trying to feel like before he just threw the rock away and resumed the 40 minute walk home.
Once there, Crimea unlocked the door and entered the familiar place, he then kicked the door and lock it again, walking through the hallway to his room. 
Before he entered however, Makawa approached him with a worried smile. "Hey, son... How was work?"
Crimea was already used to this kind of scenes, his Mother would always be extra worried whenever he had to go "clean" a dungeon, so he just sighed and responded. "Don't need to worry, focus on yourself" Crimea said in his usual way, it seemed cold, but both Maki and Makawa always knew the warmth beneath it. 
Makawa nodded and walked away to the kitchen, with a smile on her face. 
Crimea entered his room and closed the door, removing his clothes and choosing to put more comfortable ones, better to fight too. He ended up with a grey turtleneck and black sweatpants with grey basic sneakers. He did some quick swings and quicks, and confirmed that he was completely comfortable fighting like that. 
"Now... Where did i put that thing?" He muttered to himself, kneeling down and checking bellow his bed, spotting his dagger there. The dagger had a more curved blade, detailed with years of use, the hilt was firm and simple, allowing him to reverse grip the dagger.