1 A one legged race? In a manner of speaking (Yokai obstacle course second challenge) Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:44 am
Sero
S-rank
Sero would tilt his head as he examined the tickets in his hand. Those who had lost to him, he could still smell their scent on the tickets. Each on unique in its own way. How he had managed to get here was beyond him but his purpose here was clear. He was to be a victor again. He was the challenge and be challenged in return. This was something he didn't mind as it promoted growth. The blood in his veins stretched over his bones as he could sense his heart beating faster. Was he excited to have returned here? If so was that a twisted view on things? He needed to press on all the same though. His charcoal robes shifted as he slipped the tickets up his sleeve to a hidden spot. No pick pockets to take advantage of him he would hope. Holding ones tickets in the open was a dangerous move. Either you were luring others in to take theirs or foolishly displaying what could be taken. He didn't care to carve his way through his enemies so there was no need to gather tickets that way. If anything he simply had to locate the next activity. Something that was a simple task only requiring a slight amount of observation.
His grey eyes shifted over to the hill nearby that some of the more thin but athletic contestants were heading down. Less combat experts by the look of them and more likely a mix of gymnasts and acrobats. A second event that tested skill and flexibility perhaps? He was fairly stoic in his movements but he was a capable individual. Thinking there couldn't be any harm he shifted and flowed like a dark cloud towards the crest of the hill. Standing on the ridge he looked down to a track below. His head tilted as he observed the track with one team already sprinting across it. What was so challenging about a race? It was then that he saw what looked like a blade flash across the track and take out one of the runners at the knee's. A cheer erupted from the onlookers and the event continued until no runners were left. None having finished the event. So it was a survival test at long open distances. A unique play on the average foot race. Even the contestants were being treated and limbs reattached. It was a bloody contest and one that only a couple had surpassed so far. It made sense that he should try too.
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His grey eyes shifted over to the hill nearby that some of the more thin but athletic contestants were heading down. Less combat experts by the look of them and more likely a mix of gymnasts and acrobats. A second event that tested skill and flexibility perhaps? He was fairly stoic in his movements but he was a capable individual. Thinking there couldn't be any harm he shifted and flowed like a dark cloud towards the crest of the hill. Standing on the ridge he looked down to a track below. His head tilted as he observed the track with one team already sprinting across it. What was so challenging about a race? It was then that he saw what looked like a blade flash across the track and take out one of the runners at the knee's. A cheer erupted from the onlookers and the event continued until no runners were left. None having finished the event. So it was a survival test at long open distances. A unique play on the average foot race. Even the contestants were being treated and limbs reattached. It was a bloody contest and one that only a couple had surpassed so far. It made sense that he should try too.
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