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No thoughts, just the sound of his feet walking on the earth on a dirt path through the forest. It didn't take long for a city that he never explored to come in view. Hopefully this city, would have some sort of skilled fighter.
Little did he know, there were more than just some
Always, he'd stop at a cheap resturant for food with his travel money which was supplied by his clan. When he finally found one, right to the side of the entrance was a sign.
"TOURNAMENT OF ARMS."
The word "tournament" was all it took to spark his interest. Surely if there's a tournament, there has to be skilled warriors. After reading the entire sign, he went to where it said the participants sign up, and shortly after, he was registered as one of the warriors. What seemed strange to him, which he had never experienced before, was that after he registered, he was led to a large building which was meant to hold the rooms of the warriors who were to participate in this tournament by an attendant, whom he didn't trust in the least. An irritating thought crossed his mind the moment he heard of the warriors residing in the same building as himself. It was one that was quickly disposed of, quite possibly there may have been someone else with the same idea and he decided it best to wait in the room he was assigned to. Now, he prepares himself mentally and physically for the upcoming matches.
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