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Post by Mana on Sept 4, 2012 17:30:48 GMT -6
Defeated. Wyatt successfully silenced Mana with his remark. The Sacaen girl could do nothing to hide her embarassment. "I don't understand what you mean," she replied with low voice. He really knew how to hit her weak point, it seemed.
Valcrist gave them some explanation regarding her question. It turned out something happened between them in the past, which made Valcrist reacted that way. Wondering about what had happened, Mana eyed Valcrist curiously but didn't ask any question. "Hmm...It feels awkward now. Maybe I shouldn't have asked the question," she thought.
It seemed Mana and Valcrist had some similarities, they admired and respected the same swordmen, Yaen and Kenshin. While they knew Kenshin from stories, they met Yaen personally in their journeys, they were really alike. Mana shrugged and smiled, satisfied for the answer and explanation he gave to her. She began to understand him, but unfortunately the Nabatan blacksmith didn't continue.
"Huh, now I think I can understand. About your admiration, I feel the same. I grew up as a Kenshin's fan too, like many other boys and girls in my tribe," Mana said proudly. "I've always wanted to be like him, maybe even surpass him someday." Mana seemed eager to talk about her idol who she always looked up to, like Valcrist looked up to Kenshin. "I have seen Yaen fight once, he was very skilled and fast. You're very lucky to be his pupil, Val. He fought like a dance..." Mana stopped here. Wyatt might tease her again if she said more, she knew he would.
Mana clasped her hands in excitement, looking like she just got some idea. She did. "It's decided! Val, we are going to enter the tournament together. You, me, and Wyatt! Lets see who will advance further in the tournament." Mana selfishly decided to drag Valcrist into the tournament because she wanted to see him fight.
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 4, 2012 18:27:35 GMT -6
Wyatt had been about to give a remark to Valcrist. About how we all did things we couldn't be proud of, and we just had to work past them and such. And then Mana grabbed Valcrist and started off into the arena. Wyatt stalled back for a moment, confused about what just happened, and then chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, and followed them in. Mana had made up her mind, and that would be the end of it. No force on Elibe could change her mind. It was when they got to the entranceway that Wyatt had a realization.
[red]"Hey Mana! Hold up, Valcrist needs to shut down his shop before he runs off to play with us."[/red] He reminded her. Valcrist would likely be happy for the opportunity to break free, and not have all of his work stolen away since he would be leaving his shop alone.
[red]"Would you actually want to compete Valcrist? You didn't seem like that much of a fighter to me. No offense."[/red]
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 4, 2012 18:52:45 GMT -6
Huh? What? Wait why was- His stand was beginning to grow smaller in the distance, and all he could really do is let out small grunts of surprise and exasperation. Why did this keep happening? "U-uh, Mana?" He tried to object and Wyatt started to talk. Valcrist pulling his arm free with the distraction, rubbing his wrist slightly. That girl had a deathgrip something fierce. "I'm afraid I'm going to be sitting this one out." That was his response. "I'm more then happy to watch you guys in the tournament, I'll be rooting for you, but I don't think I'm going to compete."
He chuckled lightly. "Like you say Wyatt, I am not much of a fighter. I'm a blacksmith first, fighter second." Artist was in third, but in a way Valcrist considered all three of those the same thing. "I am not so conceited to believe I, someone who has only been fighting for three years, could compete against those who have spent their entire life training. Mana would wipe the floor with me." He added, laughing again. He wouldn't mind sparring, but a tournament was different. There were... people everywhere watching you. Judging your merit as a fighter, even making bets whether or not you will succeed. "Also it's a little late to enter, isn't it?" Isn't it? He wasn't sure. He's never been to a tournament.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 21:47:23 GMT -6
Lyrt slowly straightened up when the girl said that she was not seriously harmed and let out a soft sigh of relief. The wounds on her arms were her responsibility and she would tend to them immediately... Immediately after speaking to Jya, she had just appeared out of nowhere and she did not want to loose her in the crowds again.
The girl began to chatter as Lyrt took her brother's precious sword from Jya and held it close to her chest checking it over for damage. Something was wrong with it, the weight slightly off. How would she present her brother a broken sword? Maybe there was a blacksmith she could stop by who would be able to give a better opinion on the condition of the blade.
"Isabel?" she asked unsure if her pronunciation was up to par "I am sorry...I didn't mean to launch my sword...I tripped and it went flying away, thought it is still my responsibility as my possession." She watched the strange girl carefully as she picked up her bag and opened it showing the head of an irritated black cat. "Oh! Is he alright?" she asked worriedly pointing to the cat "I can..umm....I don't think I have anything for a cat but I can go find something. Milk?"
She smiled at Jya giving a nod at her explanation "I wont pester you for an explanation until later, as long as it all worked out...is this an acquaintance of yours?" Crimson eyes flashed between the two curiously wondering what occurred between them. "I also wanted to mention...if we could stop off at a blacksmith's booth or such to have someone take a look at Emon's sword...it feels odd in my hand."
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Sept 5, 2012 17:48:41 GMT -6
As Jya returned the wayward sword to its rightful owner (who Isabel soon learned was called "Lyrt"; listening really was such a gift!), the shaman switched her attention to Solomon, who was, of course, unharmed. Although he looked like he was in pain; she may have been misreading his usual expressions of seriousness, indignation, or boredom for actual pain, though. She softly patted the cat's head, who, in turn, merely glared up at her like she had been the reason he was now awake and a part of the daily stupidity. He was soon curling back up at the bottom of her bag, and she snapped the cover back over him; and she was back! She registered that Jya had directed something to her way after the fact, but she, at this point, couldn't remember what it was, so she just waited for the next question instead.
"Now umm Isabel, why are you around here?"
A jolly good question, that was. Isabel chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, a habit which she hadn't realized she had gotten back into (it was better than chewing on her hair, which in turn was half of the reason for feeling the need to keep her hair short), in thought, trying to put events in order. "Well... Let me think. First, there was a that while after you and Valorian left where me and Calvin were just wandering around, and then... Oh yeah! We met this one green-haired mage named Aaron and a red mage named Elias and some other people, we did some pretty cool stuff with them, and then Calvin stayed at that town and Aaron abandoned me." she rambled in response, resting her hands on her hips, palms facing inward and her fingers drumming out an irregular beat. "I really just wandered here, to be honest. No rhyme or reason. But who needs all that rhyming noise or stupid reasons! Certainly not one such as myself." There we go; there's the old Izzy flair! she thought to herself, smiling a little bit at the end. And oh. Crap. Lyrt was talking.
"Oh, don't worry about Solly. His pride is wounded more than anything." Isabel replied with another grin. She then went off, saying some stuff to Jya, and motioned towards Isabel in a very offhand way partway through, but this sapphire shaman was too busy thinking. She told Jya what she was doing here, not to mention summarized all the interesting things she had done since they had last seen each other. But what was her assassin friend doing here herself? Not to mention Isabel's curiosity at the circumstances of Valorian and Jya's disappearance...
Speaking of that green-haired, one-armed guy, where in blazes was he? Hadn't he made his move and told Jya? Or had he chickened out? Or maaaaaaybe he was just elsewhere right now, doing things that proclaimed just how high and mighty he was. Just more questions she'd have to ask Jya at a later point in time. Now really wasn't an opportune moment, after all...
"Hey, Jya." she said suddenly, moving forward a step. "I would like to talk to you alone this evening. It can wait even two nights, if you have, ahem, 'work' to do tonight." She added air quotes around the word work as she said it for emphasis. "It's just. It's been a while, and I think there are more than a couple things I'd like to talk to you about without Lyrt around." A quick heel turn brought her facing the aforementioned snowy girl. "No offense intended, naturally. You seem like a fabulous person, but the things I want to talk about really don't involve you..." Another heel turn to face Jya. "Plus, I believe I owe you a sparring match."
... Which wasn't to say she wouldn't mention the need to have a discussion!
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Post by Mana on Sept 6, 2012 19:37:40 GMT -6
Mana eyed Valcrist thoroughly. His stance, his footing, and the way he moved didn't look like an amateur in battle. Although she shouldn't be too hasty with her judgement, the Sacaen swordwoman still had a long way to go before she could value someone, that was only the experienced one could do. When Valcrist made a comment that he wouldn't be able to compete with more experienced fighters, Mana protested. "I don't think so...I don't know why but I think you have some skills. and you have good swords, too" Mana gestured at his swords. One of them had caught her attention, it had unique design which probably created by Valcrist himself.
Mana didn't look satisfied. It seemed she didn't even care whether Valcrist was a blacksmith or a fighter, she just wanted him to enter. Yes, sounded selfish. But, Valcrist didn't like the idea and the boy had decided to only watch. Pressuring him to enter might do no good but Mana wasn't going to give up. "Even if you have only trained for three or four years you can beat a veteran if you have talent and put some effort," she said. "Come on, Valcrist! It will be more fun if you enter." Mana tried again.
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 7, 2012 22:14:02 GMT -6
He had to admit, he was a bit tempted. He would never admit it, especially to himself, but the entire time he had been in Bern there was this funny little fantasy in his head. Nothing serious, just a funny little fantasy. He hated attention, and this was the absolute worst thing he could ever wanted to do. He would die of embarrassment, but he couldn't lie to his self. Well he could, but he knew it was a lie. It's not very effective that way. It wasn't even a conscious thing, but he thought what if. What if he entered? Heck, what if he won? Everyone had thoughts like that though, Valcrist especially, so it was easily dismissed.
He let out a small sigh. Grinning all the while, he was flattered however. Someone wanted to fight him, well that's not usually something someone is proud of him. He knew it wasn't vindictive though, it was a pure desire for a fight from someone who enjoyed it. "I'm sorry, I'll have to pass again. I'm not made for this sort of thing." A shake of the head and small chuckle. "I think I'll just watch. I wish you good luck though. Who knows, I might be talking to the future champion!" He clapped his hands together, hastily changing the topic. As per usual, any extended conversation with himself as the topic only began to make him miserable.
"I look forward to seeing you and Wyatt fight, I'm really curious actually. I learned from Yaen, and I've fought swordsmen on the Sacaen plains, but I never tire of seeing them fight. I'm also dying to see how Wyatt fights." Valcrist was all too aware of the great physical toil smithing can take, and it looked like Wyatt had that in spades. How they were similar and how they were different, Valcrist was looking forward to it. He'd love to see some of Wyatt's work sometime as well. "You two should hurry though, I'm betting the fighters have all sorts of preparations to make. If you wanna talk after the tournament, you can find me at my stand."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 7, 2012 22:33:30 GMT -6
Richter was right, of course, and she had always held the belief that being nervous was a waste of time. She let out a breath and forcibly relaxed the tension in her shoulders, pushing aside emotional turmoil as she did so....
"You're right.... It's just something different. I guess I'm not entirely sure where I stand on... fighting for fun." She picked idly at the new leather armor for a moment, shifting in the new gear. The line began to move again. They were getting closer to a point where the line split for what she guessed was registry. More people at once made sense, and from there, they moved further into the arena, and down.
"If you see a weapon coming toward you, make sure to duck out of the way. A few more scars aren't going to get you any more points, alright Handsome?" She grinned up at the Commander masquerading as a tournament challenger. Yeah.... She liked the army and its structure, but she could get used to the loose frame for a little while.
Seeing that they were approaching the line split, she picked one, and moved into it. They came up to a table, and as they approached she caught on that they were submitting names and making weapon choices. Her turn came up, and she met the eyes of a bruiser of a man with a few scars on his face.
[Red]"Name."[/Red] He hardly looked up from his paper, as he prepared to write.
"Clair ..." She caught herself before giving her last name. Richter had wanted to remain discreet while here, and while she didn't like it, she could respect that. Especially here and now.
He did look up then though, and cleaned the small quill of ink with his mouth before dipping it into the black liquid again. [Red]"...You sounded like ya had something to add."[/Red]
She made a face as his gaze moved over her. It was clear he was evaluating her, but his eyes seemed to be lingering around the a bit longer than she thought was proper. He clearly wasn't focused on strictly martial evaluation.
"Just Clair." She said with growing curtness in her voice.
[Red]"If you don't give me more than that, darlin, they're gonna come up with more for ya.[/Red]
She didn't trust the announcers, so she thought for a moment, coming up with something
"Clair, the Rising Lance. I'll be using lance and sword. Is that it?"
The man behind the table seemed to be taking his time filling out the papers even though he did it fairly quickly. With it done, he tore off a sheet anx handed it to Clair before giving her instructions. "[Red]"Ok.... Head on inside. There's a group gatherin there. You'll see it. They'll ask for everyone's papers, and then take ya downstairs ta get ready for the fightin...."[/Red] She started to move past and he reached out with an arm and stopped her.
[Red]"Careful Darlin. It gets pretty rough out there. Wouldn't want ta see a little one like ya getting damaged now."[/Red] He winked up at her, and Clair shoved past him with an annoyed sound. She was glad she'd not had to compete with the attitude the entry man had in her career.... If the combatants shared his view, and wanted to go lighter on her simply for gender differences, they'd be surprised to find out that she was made of sterner stuff than they expected....
She headed in, and soon enough found the group he'd mentioned. It looked like a fair few more would fit inside before it was filled though. She moved in to join them, idly studying the combatants who had already made it here.
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Back at the camp, near the disciplinary section, a soldier walked out to where he saw an orange head poking out of the stocks. He moved to the side, and checked the information he saw there. Yep. Twenty four hours. That's all that he'd been assigned, and it looked like it was up.
[Blue]"Looks like you got lucky. Commander's orders say you're to be reoleased. They also say you'd better watch yourself, or you'll find yourself in a worse position next time."[/Blue] The soldier reached over and undid the latch on Tuatara's restraints, and lifted the wood up and away.
[Blue]"Go get yourself a meal from the mess, and then get out of here."[/Blue]
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Post by Wyatt on Sept 7, 2012 22:46:16 GMT -6
Wyatt put one of his hands on Mana's shoulder, not holding her, but with enough force to gain her attention. [red]"That is enough Mana, Valcrist doesn't wish to compete, and he must have his reasons. It isn't fair of us to force him to do something he doesn't wish to."[/red] He spoke with a certain conviction he didn't normally have, and as far as he was considered, that was the end of the discussion.
[red]"However...you aren't getting out of it that easily. Mana will never let me hear the end of it if she doesn't get a chance to fight you, so don't skip town after the tournament. I'm sure we can find a place to have a quick match."[/red] He said, his face softening into a smile. [red]"Now, the line is pretty slim, we'd best get going before we miss the sign ups. Come on Mana!"[/red] He said, quite excited at the prospect of finally entering the tournament.
He entered into the massive coliseum, and looked all around the place. Jeez this place was huge! He looked over to the side, spying the table where everyone was lining up. Some girl had just left the area, and Wyatt's eyes followed her, an odd sensation of dejavu. Whatever it was about her, it sent a chill down his spine. How odd, he didn't think he'd even met her... Well, the line in front of one of the many registration desks seemed to be mostly empty now, so Wyatt stepped up, hoping Mana was still behind him.
[blue]"Name?"[/blue]
[red]"Wyatt."[/red] He responded simply, to which the man continued.
[blue]"Need more then that. At least an exciting name for the crowds."[/blue]
Sheesh, needed more then his real name eh? Let's see...what could he use? Good names needed fancy words, but he didn't know any himself. Wait...remember Elias. He had used a really fancy sounding word instead of 'red' in his title...crimson, right? Wyatt had a lot of red on him too, so that could work. Crimson what though? He wasn't a mage...wasn't really a fighter either. He just sat back, played defensive, and waited until he found the weakness.
Powerful and enduring.... [red]"Go with Wyatt, The Crimson Mountain."[/red] He said, quite liking the sound of it.
[blue]"Ya look more like a molehill to me kid, but whatever. Axe and Sword, right? Ok, go on through."[/blue] He said, scratching some things on the paper before ripping a piece off and handing it to him. [blue]"Next!"[/blue] He called, and Wyatt stepped aside letting Mana in.
Hah, what would be a good title for her? Wait, what was it Kenshin had called her earlier?
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Sept 9, 2012 13:25:26 GMT -6
Aurek continued the slow shuffle forward until he reached the front of the line. "Name," said the man behind the desk. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to Aurek, not that it really mattered.
"Aurek," he responded just as flatly. There was little reason to be excited. It had taken quite some time to reach this point, and he was bored.
"You need a calling card. Something exciting for the people..." the man paused as he looked up, finally noticing what appeared to be an old man standing before him. "You tryin' to get yourself killed out there? Go back to your grandkids and leave the fighting to younger men."
Aurek stuck his lance into the ground, placed the bottle he was holding on the table, and leaned into the face of the man. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and his pink eyes were blazing. "Just sign me up. I'll be using the lance." The smell wasn't coming from his mouth but emanated from his clothes. Something the man behind the table noticed immediately.
He stared right back, completely calm. "I still need more than your name then."
"Call me whatever you want to." After watching the man scribble some things down; Aurek snatched the sheet, his bottle, and his lance and began meandering toward the large group of fighters before the man could say anything. "Go stand over with the others. Way ahead of you." He wasn't going to actually stand around all those noisy people though. Standing in line had been bad enough. As he neared the crowd, he found a spot a short ways a way and sat down by himself laying the lance across his lap.
The boredom was ending, and the nerves were beginning to set in, so he began to mutter his plan to himself. "Enter the fight, get knocked out, sleep in the infirmary. Enter the fight, get knocked out, sleep in the infirmary. Enter the fight..." Without noticing, Aurek began to sway in time with his muttering.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 9, 2012 13:35:35 GMT -6
As Clair mingled with the crowd of fighters, she avoided the densest parts. She really didn't feel like mixing herself into the midst of the boiling mass of combatants. Judging from the number of people milling about around the edges of the chamer, she wasn't alone in that feeling either.After a bit, she realized they weren't going anywhere immediately, and settled near a corner to watch and wait more.
She spotted a lanc fighter in light plate armor, a swordsman in light armor, and axeman in heavy plate, and another spearman in no armor, and still on they continued.... She thought she'd been impressed before, but the sheer numbers were starting to dawn on her again. The skill to organize and run a tournament like this must be monumental, not counting the resources needed.... So this was what a national event in big city was like.
One man who walked in caught her eyes as her gaze skated over the entryway. It was a well built man, with red hair. He looked familiar enoufh that she was sure she'd seen him before somewhere.... Wondering about it, and with nothing else to do to pass the time, the Falcoknight started to move closer.
"Hey.... You look familiar to me, Red Head. Have we...." She did recognize him. Back when they'd been fleeing Etruria. This was the guy with that crazy axe that could blow down towers..... She couldn't remember his name, but she did recognize him better now.
"You! Well, I'm glad you made it east ok, but I wasn't expecting to see you here."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Sept 9, 2012 14:52:47 GMT -6
Tuatara looked around. A tournament, eh? he thought to himself. That explains so much. After being released, he had quickly scarfed a meal before headed back into town. Something seemed to be going on, and he found some newer, flashier clothes. A cream colored jacket and pants, topped of with a dark blue side cape. That explains why it was easy to find apparel for me. Usually it takes several trips, a moose and a woodsman to find me clothes. Well, works for me.
"Excuse me sir," Tuatara caught a mans arm, "Could you tell me where the arena is." The man pointed at the giant arena in the distance. "Oh, duh. Thank you!" He took of for the arena, doing his best to keep his hands to himself. Lost in thought, he hummed as he was in line. It seemed to take forever.
"Name." No response. "Sir, your name."
"Huh?" Tuatara said, jumping. "Wha- oh, uh, Tuatara, Sunshine State. No! Tuatara Dragon Friend. Wait, Tuatara the Amazing. No, no, thats not it..." He thought a moment, and the people behind him began to get restless.
"Well which is it? I haven't all day."
Tuatara thought a moment. "Ah ha! Tuatara, Raider of the Sun!" He grinned excitedly. The man stared at him, speechless. "What? Oh, and that'd be sword/dagger, whichever you prefer to call it." The man finished the paperwork and allowed Tuatara to continue forward, shaking his head as he did. I think that went well. Tuatara snickered as he joined the other fighters.
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Post by Jya on Sept 9, 2012 19:56:19 GMT -6
Jya let out a sigh of relief to have avoided answering for her absence awhile ago. She nodded an agreement for talking later. She doesn't have to worry about it now at least. There was a number of other things to worry about. For now she needs to figure out what these two plan to do.
"I don't mind stopping by a blacksmith, but afterwards it would be nice to head to the arena, this seems like a big thing," she encouraged but felt better to have let it out. Although Lyrt was an archer, it is always nice to have a spare weapon just in case.
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Edrick
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Post by Edrick on Sept 10, 2012 3:54:23 GMT -6
The slow shuffling forward of the line had finally brought Edrick to the front, to the registration table. "Name" the man behind the table said.
"Edrick" he said paying more attention to battle strategies then to the man.
"I'm going to need more then that. You need something that will excite the crowds." he said looking up from the registration papers.
"Hmmm......." Thinking for a little bit before finally saying " Just call me St. Elimine's darkest light."
He nods at the tome and cloak "I'll take it you will be using dark magic" He said, scratching some things on the paper before ripping a piece off and handing it to him. "Next!" He called and shooed Edrick in the direction of the other registered fighters. So Edrick wanders over to the area where the other fighters are gathered. While always staying on the outskirts of the groups to try to blend in.
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Post by Mana on Sept 10, 2012 11:04:35 GMT -6
Mana gave up. Although she disagreed, the Sacaen swordwoman had to listen to her friend's word. She wasn't forcing him, but maybe they thought she was. Pity, watching Valcrist fighting in the arena, or maybe having a match with him, sounded fun and entertaining. Unfortunately, it couldn't be, for now at least. It had been a long time since she tested her swordmanship against someone with a same Sacaen style, no wonder the girl seemed to excited with the opportunity, which had been turned down.
While not in her best mood, Mana followed Wyatt until the found the place where people lined up to register for the tournament. This place was huge and crowded by people, mostly the contestants. This place also felt weird for Mana, who still not accustomed with big buildings made from stones. She prefered Sacae, the plain and the sea of grasses gave peaceful and pleasant feeling which this place couldn't offer.
"Name?" Someone talked to her with heavy tone.
"Huh?" Mana was startled by the voice, she wasn't paying attention.
"What's your name?" He said again.
"Mana. Why do you ask?" Mana answered plainly.
"Are you going to sign up or not?" he said, sighing. "And you can't be just "Mana". Pick somehing fancy to add behind your name."
"Alright...Mana of Hawkeye tribe. Is that enough?" she answered.
He didn't look pleased with the answer. "That's.....not what I mean, girl. Something fancy! A nickname. Not your tribe or anything. Just make up...anything."
"Hey! What's wrong with my name? I am Mana. You can't change it!"
"Don't misunderstand! There's nothing wrong with your name. It just won't entertain the spectators. So, you want to present yourself with a good name or you prefer "we" make up something for you?"
"I can't think a good name...Alright, just list me as Mana."
"You....!!! Ah, whatever," he said, frustated. The man saw two swords hanging around the girl's waist and got an idea. "Listen! I am going to list you as Mana, Maiden of The Blade. I heard the title belongs to a girl with a legendary sword or something, I don't really care anyway. You really should thank me."
"Hey, Kenshin said I was called that by some people."
"Great...Now you claim you know Kenshin and you are the girl who has the sword...Nice try. You really gave me a headache," he said. The man quickly filled the document and handed it to Mana, almost throwing it at her out of frustation. "Here! Don't lose it, girl!"
"Hey! I am not lying. I know the person...and he really said..."
"Next!" He ignored Mana and called for another contestant.
"Don't ignore me! I said..."
"Next!!!"
That ended their little arguments, Mana cursed the grumpy man as she left the desk and walked to Wyatt's side. At the same time she noticed a beautiful blonde woman coming toward them. She then greeted him politely. It seemed the two knew each other. "It won't surprise me again. I've accepted that this word is small," she thought.
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