Kenzo entered the ring amidst the rumbling and roaring of the people. Many of the spectators cheered his name. Others cheered his epithet, a quite curious moniker he’d earned from a short time by now. He wasn’t entirely sure why the people of Fiore had decided to name him that way. The word was definitely of Stellan origin, while he was from the country of Bellum. Perhaps to the commoner of Fiore, Stella and Bellum were equally distant lands, indistinguishable from one another. Nevertheless, he couldn’t say he hated it. On the contrary, the mercenary found it had quite a charm that he liked. Surprisingly for him, there were only a few numbers of cheers that booed the male. Kenzo had come a long way since he arrived at the western country around a year ago. This was a far cry from the reception he received at Crocus’s underground arena tournament, back when he met his friend the wind mage. Now that the warrior had made a name for himself, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he even had fans.
Kenzo entered the arena as soon as he was instructed, not trusting the organizers to keep their word over safeguarding his equipment. Kenzo had settled on wearing the pocket dimension ring on his neck, tied by a piece of lace that one of them had laying around. They had offered to take care of it, but the once thief knew better than that. ”Kill me if I ever accept that offer, since I’ll either be senile or a poser” was the remark the male told them, before putting the improvised collar on.
As Kenzo made his way to the center of the circular, 50-meter radius, sand arena, he could hear the voice of the showman starting to present him.
[1500/2000]