"FAYYYYYYYYYY-TALITY!" Akira hears the announcer scream, and the surrounding crowd grows wild. There are many cheers for Avinash's surprisingly swift victory.
(That was pretty quick,) Akira thinks to himself as he watched the battle from the side lines with the other fighters. For some reason, Avinash looked very familiar...
As Avinash was approaching the waiting room, it finally struck Akira.
(Ah! That's right! This was the guy I saw booking a room at that Shadow Inn place before I got there. What do you know, I was actually able to see him in battle...)
"Next match! AKIRA versus BINAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
Hearing his name called, Akira's eye twitches. He hadn't expected to be picked out so soon.
(Well, I guess it's best just to get this over with.)
Akira cracks his knuckles, and heads for the arena.
* * *
The crowd is massive. They are as condensed as a huge can of tuna, yet show no signs of pulling away from such close contact. Its as if the entire crowd has fused into one giant, bloodthirsty creature, screaming for more rib-breaking action and the spilling of blood. It's quite eerie, really.
And having pushed herself to the front of this crowd is the ever-enthusiastic Misao, Akira's friend that was visiting from Tokyo to exclusively watch his matches.
As Akira takes center stage, he notices that the entire battling ground had been polished and cleaned before he arrived -- there is not so much as a strand of hair from the previous battle.
(The cleaners do a really quick job,) Akira thought to himself, pulling out his sword, and glancing behind him for the other fighter... "Binar". (I don't want to have to use this so early... Perhaps I should test my fists out first. The only practice I've had were some of my fighting buddies back home in Tokyo...) With that, he swiftly places his sword back in its holder, and awaits the rivaling fighter.
The onlookers are very intimidating. Though they are only here for the action, Akira can easily feel the pressure he is about to endure. He wants to test his strength, but at the same time put on a good show for the money these spectators paid for... Maybe this tournament idea was a bad idea.
Still waiting for his opponent, Akira takes a quick glance at Misao, who is only being held back by a sturdy brick wall, located about a dozen feet from the arena (enough space for a fighter to fall into without being seriously injured by the nearby wall).
Misao literally has her bosom pancaked against the wall, and is yelling and waving and smiling with all her might. She appears very excited, and encourages Akira to the best of her ability (even if her yelling and screaming are completely overtaken by the roar of the restless crowd). Akira waves to Misao anyway, and she jumps for joy (to the discontent of some nearby onlookers).
A few more minutes pass, and Binar still hasn't shown up. Akira, as well as the announcer and the rest of the crowd, are beginning to wonder where the fighter is.
"Binar!" the announcer shouts into his microphone. "Binar, if you are on campus, please report to the Battle Arena immediately, or you will be disqualified!"
(Could it be that he chickened out after watching Avinash's fight??) Akira wonders, leaning against a wall separating the Battle Arena from the inside of the building (where the waiting room is located). Feeling a little disheartened but strangely relieved, Akira continues to listen as the announcer's pleas seem to go unnoticed.
Roughly five minutes later, the calm and collected announcer puts the microphone to his lips once again. "You have 15 seconds to report to the Battle Arena, or you're out! 15!" The announcer beings his countdown. "14!"
(Oh, boy,) Akira thinks, standing up straight again. He gulps. (I wonder where that guy is...)
".13!..12!........11!"
The crowd starts to become agitated.
"10!"
The crowd suddenly hushes to a whisper.
"9!"
Even Misao is quiet now.
"8!"
Beads of sweat begin to form on Akira's forehead.
"7!"
He gulps again. What's going on??
"6!"
The announcer ruthlessly continues. He doesn't seem to mind at all that a fighter is about to be disqualified.
"Five!!"
The announcer shouts louder.
"Four!!"
Akira can feel his heart beating in anticipation.
"Three!!!"
The crowd's eyes widen.
"Two!!!!"
Akira holds his breath...