Day MMCXXV, part VIII

We had to wait for a bit before the first fighter appeared in the arena. There was no introduction, no music, or anything like that. It was actually one of the Furuli we had the displeasure to meet before. He was holding a weapon similar to my pudao, which was emitting a strange purple light around the blade, that was actually shorter compared to my weapon. Even with that, he wasn't looking that impressive compared to the quite eccentric Gavriil Semenov who entered the arena like he owned it.

He stopped for a moment, pulled the sunglasses slightly down as he looked at his opponent, then smiled, pushed them back, and kept walking until he finally reached the spot he wanted to start the fight from.

Soon after that a loud sound, similar to a gong, signalized the beginning of the battle.