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Jensoman Jenso's prediction was right on cue, and his jump revealed that a portion of the smoke was upset by Charle's blade. The dust and smoke shifted wherever Charles moved, but Jenso himself could not see very far through the smoke either. Charles retreated from the smoke cloud and turned visible for a moment, looking for Jenso's figure inside of the dust cloud.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?
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~ Chapter 53 ~
Night Blade Techniques: A Challenge From My Homeland
Charles immediately faded into nothingness, like an illusion, becoming invisible to Jenso. Though he couldn't be seen, Charles slowly walked around the arena, getting behind Jenso without making a single noise, and preparing to stab him without inflicting lethal damage, right above his kidney.
Jenso made his way up onto the Square, where Charles was already waiting. "Sorry about this, Jenso. But one of us gotta win the prize money for our village," Charles announced, drawing his purple daggers.
"Fighters ready?" The announcer asked, looking at the two entrees.
"Ready, set, brawl!!!"
"Fighters ready?" The announcer asked, looking at the two entrees.
"Ready, set, brawl!!!"
~ End Of Chapter 52~
"Hmmm.." Mikey placed a hand on his chin and closed his eyes to think clearly. "Well, nothing we can do about it now. Heck, who even knows if either of us will end up fighting them! With that Ross Fella in our bracket, I'm not sure if we'll even get a chance to fight ourselves, haha.."
With that, the final battle had finished, and the announcer was ready to speak again.
"Thank you all for such a grand performance! Usually, we would begin the second bracket immediately, but due to a sudden influx of.. Dropouts, there are not only two fighters left! So we'll be moving on to the second round as soon as both fighters are ready to battle. Any injuries or weakness can be refreshed by our local priest, if needed!" The announcer shouted.
"Looks like you're up again, Jenso. Good luck out there."
With that, the final battle had finished, and the announcer was ready to speak again.
"Thank you all for such a grand performance! Usually, we would begin the second bracket immediately, but due to a sudden influx of.. Dropouts, there are not only two fighters left! So we'll be moving on to the second round as soon as both fighters are ready to battle. Any injuries or weakness can be refreshed by our local priest, if needed!" The announcer shouted.
"Looks like you're up again, Jenso. Good luck out there."
Mikey staggered back and looked back towards the tent. Seemed neither of them were nearby. "You serious?" He asked leaning in close. While they spoke, the final match was starting. The man with a plan has defeated Maria without any trouble at all, apparently. "You gotta be joking, those weirdos? How do you know all this?"
"Lark?" Mikey asked curiously, "You've met him?.. Huh, guess we've got a lot more in common than I thought at first! Can't say I'm too scared of the masked dudes, though," Mikey stated confidently, "That big guy's Ki is practically tiny compared to yours and mine, and the shorter dude? Doesn't even feel like he's harnessed his Ki at all!"
"And Kattattack knocked out the shape shifter after a tough bout!" The announcer roared, welcoming the next fighters onto the stage promptly afterwards.
"But I've been wrong before, and seeing how those guys single handedly erased half the bracket without even fighting... What's their story?" Mikey asked.
"And Kattattack knocked out the shape shifter after a tough bout!" The announcer roared, welcoming the next fighters onto the stage promptly afterwards.
"But I've been wrong before, and seeing how those guys single handedly erased half the bracket without even fighting... What's their story?" Mikey asked.
"Huh? Oh, he was this ragged old man. I don't remember what he looked like completely, but he seemed pretty full of himself. After he whupped my ass, it kinda changed me. I wish he'd given me his name, haha," Mikey explained briefly, "It was in some forest to the west, back when I used to run jobs for a local bandit group, and before I met James. Sorry, I try to forget about those days now that I'm uh, clean."
Rajaka grit his teeth and stepped after Jenso, but before he could get any further, he felt a hand on his thigh. The massive mas jerked back and calmed down pretty quickly.
"Not Yet."
Back at the Arena, Mikey was already introduced, as was that Luke fellow. But Luke didn't look to intimidating. He wielded dual pistols and had a cowboy hat, similar to the attire that those bandits from the beginning of Jenso's journey wore.
"Fight!!!" The announcer shouted, and in an instant, Luke fired both of his pistols at Mikey. Mikey moved out of the way of the bullets, and began walking towards Luke slowly.
"You dodged the bullets!?" Luke shouted, aiming and firing again with each gun, one shot after another. Mikey just crouched to the left, and to the right, under and around each bullet with quick, sharp movements, but didn't approach too fast. He smiled and waved at Luke as he got closer, until Luke ran out of ammo. Luke cringed and ran forward, pulling a dagger out of his pants. He sliced at Mikey's throat, but the black haired man simply grabbed his arm and pushed it aside, squeezing it tightly enough to almost break his wrist.
"Surrender yet?" Mikey whispered, to quietly for anyone except Luke to hear. He squeezed tighter, and Luke fell to his knees. When he didn't respond, Mikey picked him up by his shoulders, and spun him around a couple of times, before tossing him right out of the ring. Luke landed near Jenso, and was knocked out on impact.
"W..Wow!! Mikey wins within a minute as well, and with no effort!! Where are all these fighters coming from!?" The announcer shouted. The crowd was actually rather displeased, since every fight had been short and boring, but the hype for future matches was starting to build. Mikey walked out of the ring and turned to watch as the next two fighters stepped up.
"Easy peasy," He told Jenso, chuckling to himself.
"Not Yet."
Back at the Arena, Mikey was already introduced, as was that Luke fellow. But Luke didn't look to intimidating. He wielded dual pistols and had a cowboy hat, similar to the attire that those bandits from the beginning of Jenso's journey wore.
"Fight!!!" The announcer shouted, and in an instant, Luke fired both of his pistols at Mikey. Mikey moved out of the way of the bullets, and began walking towards Luke slowly.
"You dodged the bullets!?" Luke shouted, aiming and firing again with each gun, one shot after another. Mikey just crouched to the left, and to the right, under and around each bullet with quick, sharp movements, but didn't approach too fast. He smiled and waved at Luke as he got closer, until Luke ran out of ammo. Luke cringed and ran forward, pulling a dagger out of his pants. He sliced at Mikey's throat, but the black haired man simply grabbed his arm and pushed it aside, squeezing it tightly enough to almost break his wrist.
"Surrender yet?" Mikey whispered, to quietly for anyone except Luke to hear. He squeezed tighter, and Luke fell to his knees. When he didn't respond, Mikey picked him up by his shoulders, and spun him around a couple of times, before tossing him right out of the ring. Luke landed near Jenso, and was knocked out on impact.
"W..Wow!! Mikey wins within a minute as well, and with no effort!! Where are all these fighters coming from!?" The announcer shouted. The crowd was actually rather displeased, since every fight had been short and boring, but the hype for future matches was starting to build. Mikey walked out of the ring and turned to watch as the next two fighters stepped up.
"Easy peasy," He told Jenso, chuckling to himself.
"You gonna do somethin' about it, golden boy?" Rajaka taunted, crossing his arms and matching Jenso's glare. "Naw, punk ass little protagonist wannabes aint got what it takes, yer all just a bunch of talk and stupid mono-colored shirts." Rajaka flexed his upper body and chuckled. His yellow striped vest revealed most of his chest and arms, who was he to be talking about fashion? He looked like a trucker! Mikey looked down at his simple black shirt that looked just like Jenso's and frowned. Suddenly, the announcer's voice rang out from the loudspeakers.
"Attention Mikey! We're waiting for you on stage! If you do not arrive in 5 minutes, you will forfeit!"
"Oh shit!" Mikey shouted, running out of the tent.
"Better go watch your wonder-twin fight, kiddo. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it, haha!"
"Attention Mikey! We're waiting for you on stage! If you do not arrive in 5 minutes, you will forfeit!"
"Oh shit!" Mikey shouted, running out of the tent.
"Better go watch your wonder-twin fight, kiddo. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it, haha!"
"Man, that Ross guy's the only other dude who looks interesting so far, other than you," Mikey said, as the two entered the tent. Just as Mikey thought, the screen showing the second half of the bracket was already up again, but something about it was strange. "I think he's a lot stronger than you, honestly!" Mikey quipped, patting Jenso on the back, "I haven't seen Ki that strong since I got my ass kicked by that old man a year ago, haha!"
The brackets were revealed, but only two men were left, and they'd automatically advanced to the final round. It seemed that 14 of the entries had already forfeited. The last two people, and the only people left in the tent, were...
"What a bunch of sissies!" Rajaka shouted, stomping over to Mikey and Jenso, "I tap some blonde dude on the shoulder, and he's out cold! Didn't take long for the rest of those losers to high tail it outta' here like a bunch of whining little pups!" Zelriane was still meditating near the other end of the tent, apparently ignorant, or apathetic towards the events that had just unfolded.
"Tap him.. Blonde- Wait, did you knock out Vincent??"
"Hell if I know, short stuff. He wouldn't stop blatherin' on about how last year's match against some scythe dude was the most exciting fight of his life! So I gave him a uh, heh... Friendly whack, y'know, for encouragement." Rajaka made a karate chop gesture with his right hand and snickered. "Whatever. If there are less weaklings, then maybe I'll get some kind of match outta this stupid tournament after all!"
The brackets were revealed, but only two men were left, and they'd automatically advanced to the final round. It seemed that 14 of the entries had already forfeited. The last two people, and the only people left in the tent, were...
"What a bunch of sissies!" Rajaka shouted, stomping over to Mikey and Jenso, "I tap some blonde dude on the shoulder, and he's out cold! Didn't take long for the rest of those losers to high tail it outta' here like a bunch of whining little pups!" Zelriane was still meditating near the other end of the tent, apparently ignorant, or apathetic towards the events that had just unfolded.
"Tap him.. Blonde- Wait, did you knock out Vincent??"
"Hell if I know, short stuff. He wouldn't stop blatherin' on about how last year's match against some scythe dude was the most exciting fight of his life! So I gave him a uh, heh... Friendly whack, y'know, for encouragement." Rajaka made a karate chop gesture with his right hand and snickered. "Whatever. If there are less weaklings, then maybe I'll get some kind of match outta this stupid tournament after all!"
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