It seemed that Kenzo’s little game had attracted quite the interesting crowd. Deciding to participate himself, the blue haired male riled the crowd a bit by faking his strength against his opponents. All to make the contest all the more interesting. People were getting pumped up by the prospects of winning some money and soon enough all of the tavern decided to give it a shot. Just before it began though, an interesting individual entered the place. Kenzo didn’t need to even look around to notice as a large armored frame of a man entered through the door. Using the mysterious ability from his right eye, the male saw in full figure the warrior entering the place. ”Seems that this is going to be more interesting than I thought”
Before long, he too joined the fray. The matches were exciting on their own right. Since most of the people participating were people used to working the fields, they were stronger than what the blue haired merc initially expected. The mysterious figure did well in most of his matches, and Kenzo placed him as one of the highest seeds for the finals. However, he was bested by a particularly big farmer. Laughing as the end of the match was decided, Kenzo noticed the slight hint of killing intent that oozed out of the armored man. With a smile, the swordsman decided to put an end to it by winning the finals against the same farmer with ease. Even if he had won the contest himself, the spirits at the tavern had clearly changed. Everyone was having a laugh and drinking. Kenzo placed both of his hands on his hips, proud of what he’d achieved, as he looked around before mumbling to himself. ”That’s more like it.”
Before he could take another step towards the bar though, the armored stranger decided to pull him apart. Following him to an empty table, Kenzo could smell the all-too familiar scent of rusty metal and dried blood emanating from him. From the looks of his battered gear and the large axe on his self, it didn’t take a genius to figure that he was a warrior much like himself. What intentions he had though, still remained to be seen.
Hearing the man speak, Kenzo once again laughed at the surprise that came with being recognized almost wherever he went. ”You have said it yourself, my friend.” The Advent World warrior took a sip from his drink as he made a pause. ”Throughout my travels in Fiore, I’ve yet to meet a warrior my equal. If the rumors about that guild are to be believed, the guild master is one that walks the same path as I do.” Placing the drink on the table, Kenzo crossed both arms as he reclined back on his chair. ”Though I haven’t heard much about him in the streets, I’m very sure he’s the one that defeated one of my comrades at the Grand Magic Games.” Kenzo got closer to the table as he looked at Ragnar’s gear. ”You seem like no stranger to combat, so let me ask you: If I go by their members’ reputation, I’ve got nothing to fear. Yet, if those bounty hunters have remained hidden from the public eye and conceal in their midst a sleeping tiger… isn’t this the perfect place for me to be?”
There were only few people in the world that had been forged through war. Surviving and fighting just to see another day molded one’s character into a certain manner. Kenzo had met a couple of people that just like himself could call themselves warriors. However, being good was never enough. Not for the Bellan swordsman at least. Only those that decided to walk the same path as his in a world of magic and sorcery could understand the need to become the greatest of them all. Undefeated through the land, tested through battle: Only one could become a legend. Kenzo decided he would never shy from crossing swords with others like him. Not until he was known as a God of War.