“Uh. I wouldn’t go that far, but the absence of you has been rather... bland.”
"Aw, thanks!" He stood up, stretching. "So, can I come in now?"
“Sure, I’ll be in line for the tournament if you need me to deal with your problems.”
"Tournament?"
“Oh yeah, the old principal apparently exploded, or something along those lines, so there is a tournament for the role.” He spun a blade in his hand.
He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Could I compete? Just for fun, of course."
He took out a list of competitors. “Well, all 100 spots are taken... But everyone is looking at the fights, and I’m sure nobody would notice if some theoretical person snuck into the line and theoretically became competitor 101.. this is all theoretical of course, nothing like that would actually happen....”
Girl: “But that’s against-“
“Why are you still here?”
He raised an eyebrow, turning to the girl. "I spent the last few months of my life in the forest. Screw the rules."
Girl: “Uh.. r-right..” She ran off.
He sighed. "Alrighty then, off we go!"
“Great.” He climbed back up.
He followed, grinning.
“Well, we’ve got some time to kill before the current round is over. Wanna get some practice in? I’d like to see if you’ve improved.”
He cracked his neck, drawing his sword from his back. "Oh, i've been waiting a long time for this."
“Oh no, a magic sword! What will I do!” He drew his sword and spun it in an arc.
Chiaran just smiled "He can just instead they shoot beams of energy!" she said running towards her "He calls them Gaster Blasters"
???: “like this?” The skull shot a beam of molten metal.
He raised an eyebrow and rushed forwards, feinting to the left before chopping at his legs.
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