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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:45 pm
Movement within the crowd. A rather large group of men, all seemingly dressed alike, made their way slowly through the wave of people. These men were dressed in black suits, eyes covered by pairs of black sunglasses. Though, there stood a man at the front of this group of near fifteen. This man had short hair, stood at over six feet tall and was well built. Obviously a fighter of some sort, also due to the two katana on his left side.
Though, business had taken him from participating in this tournament, he had left his mark. He had donated millions to the festivities, part of his fortune. Why would a man do such a thing, over donating more than anyone else even mustered? Because he saw potential. Like the men who made this tournament, he knew what it meant for the people participating.
He'd stop next to the large circular stage, arms folded across his chest as he watched the happenings upon its being.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 11:26 pm
Makenshi got the text that his first match was scheduled to start. So he would head to that established area. Even if he was early, he could still meditate.
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