A young man waited, watching some other duelists. He was Danny Grove, hobbyist mechanic and duelist. A 18 year old man, he was dressed in red pants, a yellow shirt covered with a blue jacket, with long cyan colors hair, tied up in a ponytail.  His brown eyes scanned the competition, seeing if he could get read on them.


He was at a large-scale tournament, the "Tournament of Master Summoners". It had a minor entrance fee, and the prize money was pretty good, so  Danny had decided to join! Even if he didn't win, it would be fun. And that was a good enough reason for him.

The room was rather full, a variety of other people being part of the tournament. It was already the second day, and plenty had already left due to losing in the first round, so a LOT of people had to have joined. Apparently, some were here by invite, while others simply signed up. What the difference was, Danny wasn't sure. Didn't matter to him, he supposed. "If everybody is as bad the person I fought yesterday...hehe, guess I better figure how to send my prize money!" He told himself, chuckling.

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A man stood in a dark room, empty besides a single bookshelf and wooden desk, positioned above the stadium in which the tournament was taking place. He watched the duels intently, taking every move in, studying them. The shadows covered his face, masking his appearance, but he was quite obviously elderly, with long, fading blond hair, with streaks of grey. He smiled as he saw on particularly impressive move, making a note of the duelist who had pulled it off. He heard a door opened behind him, and held his hand up to show that he had heard.

"Sir, we might have found another candidate!" A young voice, the elder nodding. 

"Good, good. How many now? Five, I believe...and only the second day. How lovely." He answered, slowly nodding his head. This would turn out to be a great success, he was sure of it. So many talented duelist had come to his little tournament, it filled his heart with joy. "ake sure they're attended to. Don't want the "candidates" to get out of our sights. do we?. It'll be such a pain to track them down, and I would hate to brother them more than I have to." The old man older, hearing a "yes, sir!" in response.

He turned back to the duels, to enjoy them once more. What a delightful game it was, he thought.