"You don't understand, this yearly tradition.. Sir Sera hates it just as much as you do- We all hate it. The king thinks it's fine, and with all of the revenue he's gained with this stupid yearly tournament, along with his own power, this king's hold on my capitol, Sera's capitol, has become absolute. Our people are forced to work for him, and he's loaded enough of his troops with our technology that we can't even stand up to him. A select few of us know about this, only us 5. We're here, working under Sera, to end this tournament once and for all. With the arrival of people like Ross, Mikey, and you, it's-"

	Suddenly footsteps were heard down the hell, metallic in nature. More men with enhanced legs? Oh no!

	"...Jenso, Tech-Mo has been suffering under the king's rule for too long. You have to let Sera do this."