The Martial Unity

Even as they travelled the to the colosseum, Rui could feel the tension and energy in the air. The population density as they travelled to the Martial Colosseum had been increasing.

It peaked once they arrived.

There were countless rickshaws and carriages parked near the Martial Colosseum and a huge number of people from, not just Vargard, but also from other towns had arrived. The crowd was noisy and chaotic as they funneled into a huge line that was trickling into the Martial Colosseum.

The Martial Colosseum itself was gigantic. Its architecture was grand. It was elaborate yet detailed. It inspired a sense of majesty in its bearers. Rui couldn't help but feel he was privileged to have the honour of fighting in it in the Martial Contest.

The carriages of the contestants and staff accompanying them did not join the crowd of spectatprs bust instead stopped on another side of the Martial Colosseum, reserved for authorized personnel and individuals only thankfully. Rui was glad he didn't have to join that painfully long line to attend his own event.

Soon each of the contestants were escorted to their own temporary quarters, separated from their Squire instructors.

In his quarters, he found his Martial uniform. It had undergone thorough checking to ensure there was no modification and alteration of foul play. He found it initially surprising when they were so strict but he knew that foul play was probably was easier and far more deadly in this world than back on Earth due to esoteric technology.

Once he donned it, his Squire instructors had arrived.

"Ready?" Squire Dylon asked.

"Quite." He replied.

Thanks to the continuous priming and conditioning of his mind for the Martial Contest over the past two weeks, he was able to enter into a focused and composed state easier.

"The opening ceremony will begin in an hour." Squire Kyrie said.

Rui nodded. He simply sat cross-legged and began meditating, conditioning himself even more.

An hour rolled by quickly.

instructors as they made their way to the lower levels, walking towards an opening into

we invite sixteen representatives of

loud

the Fellen branch, representative

saw Fiona enter the Colosseum arena, walking quickly as she

host called upon all

he walked out in the open in front of

We look forward to witnessing which one of them takes the title of Martial Champion. Who will win? If you're confident

roared in

suppressed an expression

forgotten that the Martial

were fun. And were supposed to have fun

was one

shook his head

know, this is an elimiantion tournament where half the contestants will be

a typical elimination tournament structure with sixteen numbered slots and eight matchups in the first round was brought. Along with it came a box with a hole

from one to sixteen. Reach into the hole and pick a chit. The

such that number one slot was to fight the number two slot, the number three slot was

to the box. "In the order that you were called please. Representative Mia Marnt! Please step forward and

the box.

said, holding the

it is!" The representative cried as a support staff member wrote Mia's

they all went up, picked a chit and

were interesting,

Ian Nepomniachtchi