Tournament

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The chapter I am about to publish is strange... too strange. I wrote drunk and rereading it now, I wondered something...

"WTF?"

I hope you like it, despite being the strangest thing ever read and created.

Not suitable for sensitive people. In this chapter, there will be the extermination of innocents.

I will look for a solution to integrate the piece of paper into the story...

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After a few days of rest, Asdrerd had recovered.

These days he often had to tie his hands. This is because he had too much desire to paint Water7, but he still could not reveal himself.

A week had passed since the duo had reached the city. Mysha always went out early in the morning and returned late in the evening.

Although it was difficult to resist and was getting bored, Asdrerd had promised himself not to reveal his identity as Spered.

Now that his name had been cleared, it could also have revealed itself. However, he will be forced to paint for all world nobles in Marijoa. The five elders would have forced him.

'Just don't think about it. Let's think about the future.' Asdrerd was trying to think of something else, just to avoid the topic of art.

Before Asdrerd could think of anything else, he heard a lot of noise from outside the window of the house he had rented.

Asdrerd went to the window to close it when he saw a crowd of people gathered.

"Today we are gathered here for the first Water 7 art tournament!"

A classic presenter screamed into the microphone.

"𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘!" The mass screamed.

"I don't have to listen, I don't have to listen," Asdrerd said to himself in the mind.

"Today artists will compete to depict our city!" The presenter continued to illustrate the rules.

"𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗛!" The mass shouted a different verse.

"The winner will get 100 million Berry!" The man announced the reward.

"𝙒𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒!" Hearing the prize, people all wanted to sign up.

Hearing the reward, Asdrerd smiled. He wanted to draw, but money could not force him. He was already rich on his own.

As he was about to close the window happily, he heard the presenter continue to list rewards.

"But that is not all! The winning painting will be exhibited in the main museum of Water 7! "

"𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔!" The crowd always screamed coordinated. Despite changing verses every time, no one was wrong one syllable.

"Also, we have a top-quality painting set, to be delivered to the top 3."

Asdrerd mainly used his power to draw, but he lacked the feeling of painting in a normal way. Besides, he could have drawn without showing his power. It wasn't a small advantage.

"I can always buy the best tools."

As Asdrerd was closing the window, he heard the crowd complaining.

"𝗕𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗨!"

"𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧!!!!!!!!"

This is because shortly before, the presenter had announced that only 17 random people could participate.

"I'm going to throw tickets with a number in the air. You have a day to find them. Anyone who brings the ticket tomorrow will be able to participate. The lucky one with the number 6 will also receive a brooch that will allow him to open a museum. This only if his results at the tournament are satisfactory."

From time to time even free insults were heard about the presenter.

"You are a pig!"

"No, he is worse! He is a Magikarp! "

"A Trubbish! No! A Garbodor! "

"What are you saying? He is a Garbodor Gigantamax!"

Feeling offended, the presenter cried and threw the basket with the participants' tickets in the air. To then run away with his hands on his face.

Everyone started arguing and chasing tickets.

Asdrerd felt the prizes he wanted but decided to stay calm.

He was happy with how the events developed. Now it was enough to stay inside the house, and he would never get a ticket.

Asdrerd closed the window and sat down on the ground, meditating.

He was training his haki.

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This is the sad story of 17 pieces of paper.

Once they were all united in one sheet.

One day, however, an evil presenter took a pair of scissors... and he cut the sheet into 17 equal pieces. The presenter's pinpoint accuracy made the pieces of paper startled.

The 17 pieces were sad; they had surrendered to their sad fate.

They did not think anything worse could happen.

However...

The evil presenter had thrown the sheets of paper into the air. The 17 pieces have flown away with the wind.

The mother and father Pieces of Paper screamed in despair.

The 17 pieces separated and flew away to different places.

The father and mother were numbers 1 and 2.

Number 3 was the eldest son and his job was to protect his younger brothers and sisters.

From 4 to 6 were the male brothers, rare for being pieces of paper.

From 7 to 17 were the female pieces of paper.

In a family of pieces of paper, the mother commanded.

Let's go back to the sad story.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The audience laughed.

This is no time to joke, we are narrating the events of a family forced to separate. Everything to please us humans. We are evil; we cannot deny it.

The pieces of paper 15-16 and 17 managed to stay together. However, they were the youngest and did not know that water was their worst enemy. They ended up at sea and died.

The father and mother who saw the scene screamed in despair.

The sheets 10-11-12-13 and 14 ended up in a cook's pot and burned to death.

The parents were increasingly desperate.

Piece 9 was considered the bravest in the family. Once he saw pieces 7 and 8 in trouble in the crowd, he threw themselves in pursuit. The feet squeezed 7 and 8 repeatedly, without stopping.

The number 9 managed to dodge many feet. While in his mind, he was cursing these cursed humans, who kept smiling and talking as if nothing had happened.

While the number 9 took off to escape from the people, a woman spread a cloth outside her window and took the piece of paper in full. The woman only noticed the next day of the poor piece of paper, but by now it was too late.

Piece of paper number 3 had successfully saved 4-5 and 6. He was sad about the loss of his family. At least he had saved three of his brothers.

The mother and father were happy that at least some of their children had been saved, but as they were heading towards them... The fire. A clown was doing a show, spitting fire. It hit the parents hard, incinerating them instantly.

The remaining pieces of paper that saw the scene started to cry, remembering the family dinners, the tales that the mother told him and their future dreams.

Number 3 swore revenge on these humans and when he turned, he saw that number 6 was gone. He looked for him for hours but nothing. Thinking that he too was dead, he took 4 and 5 and left.

"𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗪𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨!"

This is the silent message that the three left behind.

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Several hours had passed.

Asdrerd got up and opened the window to get some air.

Once the window was opened, a piece of paper flew over him.

"Hm?" With one hand Asdrerd took the note and saw a number 6 stamped in it.

He turned the sheet over and saw a message.

[Congratulations, you got an invitation to the artist's tournament!

Keep this leaflet and take it with you tomorrow to prove your eligibility.

Regards, the presenter.]

"..."

Asdrerd did not know what to say ... he had tried to avoid these sheets as much as possible; he certainly did not expect such a thing.

Asdrerd could no longer deny his feelings. He was holding sheet number 6! He could open a museum if he surprised people.

"Destiny, are you making fun of me?" Asdrerd said aloud.

Asdrerd had decided to prove he was Spered. He could no longer put it off. He was no longer a wanted man, but he knew that the five elders would contact him.

"Think about it when the problems come."

"I'm sure; it was fate that made me get this piece of paper in my hands."

The next day he arrived and Asdrerd showed up.

The crowd was surprised to see the Naked Angel as a competitor.

Hours passed but no one showed up.

The announcer declared the start of the tournament.

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Next Chapter: In Search of the Tree