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"you are the 15th most popular, keep up the work"

He chuckled when he read it. "Guess i'll have to work on my showmanship."

At the bottom of the page it says:"as such you will now earn 400 braill a match"

He raised an eyebrow. "That's rather unexpected. Oh well, money is money, after all."

There was a ton of cheering from the arena

He raised an eyebrow and walked to the window. (If there is one)

You see a little kid(probably 7-8 years old) and a grown up who is bent out of shape, his arms have 6 bends each, his legs are touching his head, his head is upside down

He whistled, impressed and also slightly disgusted. "What in the..."

The grown up falls over, dead"LETS HEAR IT FOR OUR NUMBER ONE FIGHTER"the owner yells and the crowd cheers
"aw...thanks...I love you all"The kid says up at the audience

"Number one, eh? I've got a looooong way to go..."

The kid walks off the arena"ok...next round is...number 9 vs...oh? an open spot"

He shrugged and walked back to the bed.

The fights would continue on, until noon when there is a knocking on his door

He opened the door. "Yeah?"

"are you gonna want to sign up for a fight today"

He shrugged. "Might as well. I don't have much better to do."

He hands you a sign up paper

Open fights:

at 1:00- 8th vs [open]
at 3:45-13th vs [open]
at 5:15-1st vs [open]
at 6:00-6th vs [open]
at 6:15-14th vs [open]

"I'll do the 3:45 one."

"ok"The man nods, writes his name down and leaves

He searched the room for a training dummy, or anything like that.