The ululation of the beastly Fenrir, a sleek and glossy three-wheeled motorbike, roars outside the Arena. It stops in front of the entry way with its goggled rider. Its automatous grumble is silenced as soon as the ignition is turned off. With his right leg swinging over Fenrir, the man dismounts the swarthy vehicle. Though before making into the Arena, this man with hair done in a spiky coiffure, equips himself. He pushes the mechanism to opens two hatches flanking the motorbike. They are internal compartments that houses six auxiliary swords in each slot. The erstwhile SOLDIER unsheathes the brands and assemble them together like puzzle pieces. This tight knit collection of steel is known as the First Tsurugi. It's an umbrella moniker that denotes to every sword as a unit. Now he's ready to head into the battle ring where many loses and triumphs are held.