I exited the cab, my battle garb and Bokken in hand, walking into the incredibly large, and grand Colisseum gates. I walked to the counter and the woman behind the counter, her red hair and soft face a smile showing. She nodded to me.
"Well well, we have another cute young man today. Are you entering the tournament sweetie?"
Her voice was very beautiful, the voice of a lavish singer at least. The sheer sound of it, her compliment, her beauty, made my face burn with a blush, my head feeling like an apple in a field of smashers.
"Yes Ma'am." I replied.
"Mmmmkay. Sign here, and here honey."
She held up a form, and I signed the places, my face calming down. She led me to a waiting room for the prelims to begin, filled to the brim with fighters of all caliber, all types. Even, to my surprise, spellcasters, using real magic. When did this start to happen? Magic? Here? Needless to say, I walked to a training dummy that wasn't occupied, where the other took over.....
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Chronicles of the Cardinal Blade........
I love music, and writing fantasy. This journal will be excerpts from a recent fantasy novell involving an old japenese samurai.
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