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[indent][color=dimgray]It was the opening day of the tournament, and they were only a mere 60 minutes from being placed in the ring and finding themselves on a bracket that dictated their life path for the next few days. Mot people would be randomly paired with an easy match and others not so much. Upon entering the city and country she could feel the hubris emanating from the fighters eager to show off their skills and muscles. Rui was more on the clandestine end of the fighters who were entering the fray, the cultural collision she experienced in Brazil was unlike any other. There were some similarities between Portuguese culture and Japanese, but very few and far between. Brazil seemed to welcome a life of overindulgence and independence which is something that Rui had always been looking for especially now give her ronin title. She had arrived there a few days ahead of schedule and had scoped out the grounds, the city, and the people most importantly. She didn’t need any kind of fancy accommodation, so she picked whichever place had a free room above a bar before the games gave her a fancier room with no soul. 

Up until the day of the game she spent most of her time at bars and in-between alleyways playing street gambling games. She had her whole life to train so to relax and participate in decadent displays of leisure was something she definitely deserved. She was a gambling addict and had already swindled and crushed any of those who tried to swindle her. Her reputation started to garner unwanted attention and so as quick as she rose through the street urchin ranks was as quick as she vanished. Now, the day of, she found herself in the same bar that the remaining fighters began to huddle into. She had been there the whole day, so her presence went unnoticed by the fighters in large part due to the congregation of bodies huddled around a small table preventing any line of sight to penetrate the amalgamation of meat suits serving as a wall. At the heart of the circle sat a wooden table with an array of empty shot glasses that had been upturned and placed in front of two parties. One was none other than the firecracker Rui sat contently with an army of glasses drained empty and fat sacks of coin. 

On the other end was another would be contender who was a large man, rosy in cheek by way of natural pigmentation only hyper expressed from being on a shot that was somewhere in the dozens at this point. His hand struggled to find a new cup full of brown liquid that made his stomach swell in revulsion from the smell and the idea of having to slug it down. Rui had been challenging men and fighters all day in a drinking competition for money. She had knocked down a slew of men who thought they would get the better of quite the dainty framed girl. However, one by one they fell at her feet and kissed them before stumbling into a stupor and a good night’s sleep. The crowd grew with each battle and a posse formed around her making her their goddess. Betting was occurring and money greased and transferred hands with each new challenger. Cacophonous roars echoed through the room, aiming to choke out any show boating that was occurring directly adjacent to their own raucous event. 

The boiled fat man took one sip and immediately collapsed from the table, smacking his face against the now soaked wood. His body went limp and rolled out from his chair leaving the opportunity for a new challenger to appear. Rui simply sneered and swallowed down the rest of her drink waiting for the next brave challenger to take helm in a battle of liver proficiencies. 
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