Registration

[-In the Capital City of Golden Dragon Sect-]

The capital city of Golden Dragon Sect is located far from the school. Unlike the town nearest to the school of Master Wushu, the capital city of Golden Dragon Sect will take more than a day to reach its premises.

Yuri was instructed to create a long and innovative wagon for the travel to the capital city.

A wagon with shade and comfortable seats inside.

It amazed the younger disciples more compared to the older disciples due to the unbelievable comfortable seats and design that Yuri made for the travel. It did not surprise her fellow {Senior-Ranked} disciples regarding with Yuri's inventions and creations.

Whatever Yuri creates is expected to be great and innovative already.

Since it will take them more than a day, she made the seats and the designs comfortable as possible.

During their travel, everyone was enjoying their time and excited for the upcoming tournament.

Compared to Master Wushu, he has been distracted and serious all throughout the travel.

He has been thinking and pondering on the possible outcome of their participation once again.

His disciples do not realize the danger and vulnerability they put themselves in front of the prying eyes of the ministers of the Golden Dragon Sect and other members of the noble families in the sect.

If possible, Master Wushu will isolate his disciples from the dangers and harsh realities of the world they live in.

Hours have passed …

And upon their arrival …

The scene of the entire capital city!

Busy ambiance and surroundings.

People doing their own business.

Well-developed and more advanced in architecture.

Only Feilong and the newly {Apprentice-Ranked} Disciples were able to visit the capital city. But the others … It is their first time to be in the capital city of the Golden Dragon Sect.

'Here at Capitol! We promise you, YOUR FUTURE!'

Propaganda and different enticing words could be heard from the radio.

Shams was amazed that this world could have such technology as well.

All this while, Shams thought that this cultivating world could be behind in technology. It seems that he judged his new world wrongly.

Master Wushu accompanied his interested disciples in registering for the school tournament.

Each disciple had an official tag made of wood to prove their registry.

Carved on the wooden tag is their name and the official seal of Master Wushu as the official master of his own school.

Official masters from different schools that were recognized by the sect can be called an official master and granted by the sect to have an official seal on their own for reaching Master-Rank in cultivating.

Only few were honored to be called as 'Masters of Cultivation'.

So all schools invited for the tournament are all under the supervision of the Golden Dragon Sect.

Usually the tournament held amongst the schools becomes a scouting or assessment of the officials towards each participant and taking note of who could have a potential to become a soldier of the Golden Dragon Sect.

This is a perfect avenue which can garner attention for any participant.

Walking towards the location of the registration, Master Wushu led his disciples.

They had to park the magical and innovative wagon created by Yuri somewhere unnoticeable from any suspecting eyes.

For the registration of the participants, the organizing committee decided to hold it in …

The -Social Welfare & Registry- Department.

Entire building was reserved for the sole purpose of the registration event of the upcoming tournament.

[-In the Social Welfare & Registry Department Building-]

As soon as Master Wushu entered with his disciples.

They could see the number of participants crowded the first floor.

Because the other floors were still being prepared for the registration.

{-First Floor-},

Lobby area for all guests.

{-Second Floor-},

Registration area for the Junior-Ranked disciples.

{-Third Floor-},

Registration area for the Senior-Ranked disciples.

{-Fourth Floor-},

Registration area for the Apprentice-Ranked disciples.

Despite the crowded number of the current participants, the space inside the building was huge and wide made of cement while its pillars were gleaming marbles.

One of the {Apprentice-Ranked} disciple recognized Master Wushu and Feilong first due to the previous record of Feilong as grand slam champion of {Senior-Ranked Division} of the tournament.

Grand slam champion was the term called to those participants that became champions for 6 consecutive years of a certain division in the tournament.

Whispers started to spread like a wild fire.

Not only one but many started to recognize Feilong and Master Wushu.

Loud whispers could be heard.

'So the rumors are true! The school of Master Wushu has accepted the invitation for this year's tournament.'

'This year's tournament will definitely be another monumental history for the event because it is the comeback of the champions.'

'Competition in every division will be very interesting to watch for sure.'

'Oh my God, is that a rare wolf beast? Isn't he too young to be a beast tamer?'

The older disciples focused their attention in walking ahead and unfazed by the attention they are gaining.

But the younger disciples, especially Shams, were feeling awkward and new to the attention that surrounds them.

People are even making way for them and giving them path to walk for.

Shams never realized this kind of reputation that their school has.

When they reached certain area nearest to the entrance for the giant stairs for the next floor.

The entire floor is humongous in space and height.

Newcomer, Shams marveled at the sight of the entire floor.

"Everyone can now proceed to their respective qualified division for registration. Good luck to everyone!" announced by one of the staff members of the organizing committee.

After her announcement, Master Wushu instructed the rest to proceed to their assigned floors.

"Ryoku you will be staying with Hawks and the others. Do not loiter around and cause trouble! And Hawks, do not disappoint me this time. I hope you will be more responsible with Ryoku. Is it understood?" Master Wushu's instruction to the younger ones.

Together in unison, "Yes, Master!"

When everyone started to ascend the stairs, Hawks informed Shams to behave this time.

"No bullshits, little monster! Do not embarrass me with Master Wushu. Understood?" Hawks with a warning tone.

"Pft … Fine!" a forced tone from the voice of Shams.

"Good. Let's go everyone, time to show these guys what we are made of." Before Hawks could walk away.

There was a clear excitement on Hawks since it will be his first time to participate in the tournament.

Since the lowest division in the tournament was the {Junior-Ranked}

Shams requested,

"Can I go to the restroom? Rankuza can accompany me so I will not get lost this time." Shams requested.

Hawks looked at Shams deciphering his movement and expressions.

"Rankuza, make sure you don't lose sight of that one. Get back and follow us immediately."

The moment Hawks and the rest went ahead,

"We need to hurry Ryoku. Registration is important. I cannot miss it." Rankuza reminded Shams.

A scheming look was painted all over on Shams' face.

"Don't worry! I won't … I mean, I won't take long." An evil smirk could be seen on Shams.

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Entry for WPC#148

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