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[b]Character Name:[/b] Hiko Kyoryu
[b]Race:[/b] Pterodactyl
[b]PL:[/b] 910
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Day 1, Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Fighter Waiting Room
[b]Tagging:[/b] None
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[color=ed145b]Hiko slipped away from the commotion in the locker room to check out the opening ceremonies. He was amazed by the spectacle of it all. A knot began to form in Hiko’s stomach, he was beginning to feel anxious. It just started to hit him how big a deal this tournament really was. Here he was, a kid from a quite mountain temple, preparing to fight against the greatest fighters this world had to offer. Maybe he was in way over his head, but he knew it would bring great shame to the Tsubasa Temple for him to back out now. At least they didn’t have television back at the temple, so he didn’t have to worry about them watching him lose.

Paw-Paw Kenji, the reigning Tenkaichi Budokai champion, announced the fights and displayed the tournament tree on the jumbotron. Hiko scanned the enormous screen until he came across his picture, and beneath his was Beryl Bloodstone on the other side of the bracket. He recognized her as the brightly dressed witch he spotted in the fighter waiting room. She didn’t seem like much a fighter to him, so maybe he had it a bit easier this first round. Hiko thought that perhaps if he made it to at least the second round he could try to take some pride in that.

Walking back to the locker room Hiko found a different place for him to relax while he waited for his fight to be called. From the bench he was sitting on he could see Beryl trying to sell another fighter some trinket. Hiko was confused, was she not going to prepare for her fight? No changing into proper martial arts attire, no meditating, no stretching? Hiko thought that perhaps she was just that confident in her ability to win. Reflecting on it, he was pretty sure Beryl was the only magic user in the tournament. That put her at an advantage because she had skills that nobody else in the tournament possesed.

That was the one major flaw with Hiko’s training. All his life, outside of the occasional bandit and wild animals, Hiko had only fought other Tsubasan monks. All Hiko knew was fighting people who practiced the same martial arts as he did. While each fighter was unique in their own way, each monk still followed the same disciplines. Hiko had certainly never dealt with a magic user, or a wrestler, or even monks from different temples. This tournament was bound to be a learning experience for Hiko, so even if he didn’t win he’d still get something of value from participating. He wasn’t quite sure how to even prepare for his fight against the witch, as he had no idea what to expect. So Hiko prepared how he usually did and began meditating to clear his mind before his match began.
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