Chapter 56: Chapter 56

Arslan squeezes his eyes open. He found himself atop a bed. He tried to recall the battle he fought before he fainted. He failed the test but thanks to the battle he had to fight he can now able to control his mana. He felt pain around his body. He had fought the ice giant knights fearlessly for the last two days. Tomorrow the day of the tournament.

“How did I get here atop my bed? Savannah

"You passed out and I took over running to the hideout and Bumi found you. Luckily it was night and you weren't seen".

"Thanks allot, you saved my add Savannah"

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The sun peeks his head over the horizon. The day has finally come. On the day of the tournament and Arslan put on black pants, hooded red wool with a leather belt across his shoulders. Combat boots and a scary mask. He leaves a note for Bumi in case she came searching for him and about Roland, perphaps he might have been caught. He walks out and several minutes later he stood in the front tournament arena. An ancient building structure that alone stands out. Its sheer size is massive. Its height is over 50meter tall with many large doors and windows. It has two main entrances. One to get out and the other to get inside the arena. Inside the Arena, there are several passage ways to the spectator area. Arslan quickly went to the knight of magic to meet the receptionist to register amidst the crowd of people.

"I am here to register my name for the tournament" Arslan speaks to the receptionist.

The receptionist quickly turns her face looking towards Arslan as she points her finger towards a box

"Draw from the lot from this box after that your test opponent is decided. I will give you an entry battle card"

“Test opponent” Arslan questioned

“Yes, the tournament is divided into three rounds. Test round, battle royals, and final challenge. We seek people with strong magic to qualify for the second round. You must first pass the test round to know if you are strong to survive the battle royals before the top ten best challenge head to head. Once your opponent is revealed from your lot, then you go fight him. If you win then you move to the next round and if you lose. He moves to the next round. This is done to ensure a level of safety”.

Arslsn walks to the box and puts his hand inside the box and picks up a red piece of paper.

“Who is your opponent? The receptionist questioned

Arslan replied “Gorilla”

“Whaaaaaaat? The multitude of people inside the magic knight turns around looking in the direction of the mentioned name. The receptionist's eyes are wide open. Silent drifted conversation could be heard from the.

“Bad luck! He should look for a comfortable stretcher”.

“He is so dead”, one said to another. The undefeated monster champion of the underworld battle- [

The receptionist nods pitifully at Arslan shaking her head as she delivers a battle entry card.” I advise you to give up on this one, she said”.

Arslan smiles,” am sure I will do fine”.

As soon as they finished with their registration process. The duo walks spotting Jake's father as he called Jake and then handed a pill over to him.

“This will help win your fight. I have some irritating feeling about that peasant of Giovanni”

“This is a magic pill of fire passed down by the Alexander family. You ought to be trained before you use this pill, but our family pride is on the line. Defend the Alexander family at all costs.

“I won’t need it father that idiot is very weak " replied Jake.

“Take it with you. I want you to win”

That day everyone came prepared with their swords, weapons,s, and gadgets. The coliseum similar to the roman structure was pack full to the brim with people, the prince, Thaddeus, Vermillion, and entourage in the coliseum.

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A multitude of people in the arena ground turns their faces looking at princess Felicia dressed in a torn dirty gown with her hair dyed in the dirt. Brown blots of blood cover the color of her gown down to her barefoot drag in by knights strapped with chains around her wrist down to her feet. Arslan standing at the upper floor of the arena looking at the princess push by Royal knights from the arena entrance to a guillotine. Images and memories of his love began to reflect his mind.

He touched his chest squeezing his shirt with his palm. A teardrop rolling down his cheek as he feels pain in his heart clenching his fist in anger. He could remember the last day with her in the ballroom. Situations keep pushing them apart.

Arslan begins to walk down the stair to the arena wearing his hooded green cloak and a mask covering his face. The announcer begins the tournament and a palm touch Arslan shoulder.

Arslan turns to look.

“Hero?

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“Sorry for keeping everyone waiting. The only thing you can trust is your magic, fist and weapon. Fight and win, and your wish shall be granted by his grace crown prince Darius soon ascend the throne as king."

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“Now we begin the tournament preliminaries with the participants who have directly registered with the tournament knight of magic.

“This an all-style magic tournament in which anyone can participate as long as the participant has been registered. Furthermore,

There are no timers nor any limitations on weapons used. The only way to win is to knock out your opponent or get them to surrender. The next fight is the test round.

Now everyone here comes the next gladiator match. Fighters remain on each side of the ring OUTLET”.

The arena doors swing open into a sandy field.

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“I guess, these were we part ways for now”. Said Hero

, “I don’t know what your plan to win is, but I will be rooting for you Arslsn and this will be the last time I ever abandon my friends or run away again”

“Good. That’s good to hear. Thanks, Hero, for everything but this time I won’t be defeated” Arslan taps Hero by his shoulder as he walks into the light leading to the arena. Beyond the door begins the sand across his sandy feet it dances, weaving its way in between his toes. It’s warm and pleasant. The coliseum illuminated light in the arena as cheers continue across the coliseums.