It Starts! The Tournament of Death!

The guard that Akasan ran into not too long ago had run off to report to his higher ups.

The news spread throughout Urvenia quickly, reaching the Shogun in no time at all. He sat in a dark room by himself, sitting on the floor with a smoking pipe in his hand. A man slid open the door to his room. He had a sword on his side, and he was dressed as a samurai should be.

"Sir. Have you heard the news yet?" he asked.

The Shogun looked up at him with steely black eyes peering from the shadows. "No. What news?" he said dryly.

"Right. Apparently there's an outsider in the country. He's been identified to be the Honorary Prince from Arbok sir."

The Shogun's eyes squinted. "Arbok..." A deep laugh came out of him. "Ahh, it must be the man Dabi was looking for. So he just walked up on us eh? I'll tell him myself. You can go now."

The samurai bowed. "As you wish."

The shogun personally called Dabi to let him know of the new report.