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The noises of the ventilator’s fan drown out all other sounds except for the occasional grunting. Kenji's face was blood red and was cramped together in a very awkward way. He clutched his hands into fists until the knuckles turned white and bit his lip as hard as he could. He wrapped a segment of white silk-like material around his right hand and continued with his struggle. Kenji had been in this small closed confine for ten minutes now but had no success thus far. Suddenly, a tremendous shot was heard followed by a putrid stench, withering the bodies of everyone who got a hint of the rancid smell. Kenji let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his body.
Apparently, the Indian food he had eaten the previous night at the "Bombay Express Restaurant" had not been of the best quality and had seriously upset his stomach. He had been having non-stop diarrhea for the past 7 hours and it seemed that it would not stop anytime soon. The worst part though, he had to stay within the vicinity of the restrooms or he would risk not making it to the toilet and shi….well we know the rest. Kenji couldn't help but think that this could become a hindrance in the tournament and keep him from fighting properly.
He pulled up his pants, tightened his belt and headed towards the facility's pharmacy. There, they gave him a bottle of stomach soothing fluid, which he chugged down without hesitation. Immediately, he could feel his stomach start to settle down. This was very timely since the next match would be starting soon. Kenji had made it quite far and was very satisfied with his achievements. He was under the top three and only had one point less than the pole-position holder. That is why his next match would be vital and would leave no room for mercy or leniency. His alter-ego would have to be consequent, and obliterate the opponent before any elaborate action could unfold.
As he had predicted, the tall man came looking for him again. This time he saved himself the embarrassment and didn't say anything to the big brute, knowing he wouldn't get a response anyways. He simply headed towards the general area of the VR rooms and waited to be directed into a specific room. Hooking him up to the wires was the small Arabian man that had made fun of him earlier. The man had a small grin on his face which enraged Kenji to the fullest extent. Still, he didn't make it noticeable and concentrated on the fight ahead of himself. He informed the staff member that he would be using the "Of the Brute" weaponry set. Before he could fully finish the sentence, he fell into the trance-like sleep.
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All was black and the only decent source of light was the brightly shining moon above. Akira looked around only to find a desolate plain plagued by small shrubbery and the occasional small boulder lying in wait. Further scanning the environment, his eyes eventually found their gaze focusing upon what seemed to be a beat up old tavern. It was in a deplorable state and Akira was quite surprised to find it still standing.
Before making his way towards the building, he looked around himself one more time for any potential threats. Nothing of interest caught his glance and he decided that it was safe to commence. The mighty Samurai made sure not to break any twigs or sticks that would alert the surrounding opponent of his arrival.
As the previously small building started to get much bigger, he put his senses on full alert, making sure to continue his quiet stride. The small broken door's creaking became louder and louder, abruptly stopping the warrior's advance. He collected himself again and circled the building before entering it. He couldn't really make out anything inside but continued his rounds. Arriving back at the door, he proceeded with extreme caution into the building. He firmly clutched his weapon's hilt and prepared for the worst. Entering, he saw a woman with red and black hair nonchalantly sitting on the counter. He was surprised that she was in such a calm state but did not let down his guard.
Preventing any small talk, he pointed his sword aggressively at her and lunged at the frail feminine body without prejudice or remorse.
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