Rules

The news of Kross being beaten had spread like wildfire and by the time morning came, Luther was already famous among the newbies. Even some pros were begin to take note of his name, just in case.

"Wake up, we need to go. Contestants are being called to the lobby." Luna shook his body gently to wake him up.

"Ugh, man, why is time flying so fast, I barely slept." He said getting up yawning. 

He dragged himself out of bed, still tired from yesterday's events. He splashed some cold water on his face and grabbed his sword.

"How many people are down there?" he asked, buckling his weapon to his side.

"Almost everyone," Vess replied from the doorway. "The officials are getting ready to explain the tournament rules."

He followed the girls out of the room and down the stairs. The lobby was packed with fighters, all wearing the same black wristbands. Some looked nervous, others confident, and a few seemed dangerous just standing still.