Seven, a combative powerhouse that was raised from the trials of tribulations long since passed. Where the pride and prowess of their battle born and bred citizens more than carved a path into the histories of Earthland so mighty that their renown was spread vast across not only within their own borders but those of their neighboring nations as well. The very mention of their almost zealot like beliefs and traditions striking either inspiration or terror into the hearts of men depending on who you asked. Altogether the makings for a kingdom of legend held in high regard for one reason or another. In Goji's case however it was nothing less than hearth and home. When he allowed himself the rare luxury of returning from his ventures every now and then.

This time around his return brought with it a different purpose. The typical expectations of respite and relaxation being cast aside for something entirely different. Though on the night of his passage pulling into port he had made an effort to visit his dear parent's residence in the maker's district. Even staying the night under their roof with all the usual comforts of familial bonding spared for his pleasure. At the first sign of sunrise he had risen from his bed rested and revived of his vitality in preparation for the day ahead. His armor having been buffed and polished by his own father in the wee hours of morning, while his mother saw to it that her boy ate his fill of a lighter breakfast than he was normally used to. Once everything was in order Goji took his leave into the familiar streets of Seven. His destination, the grand coliseum at the heart of the city.

Whisked away to the underground pits with his armaments already arranged as needed. Goji was assigned to his gate and directed to standby as the other matches in the lineup came and went. In the meantime he was welcome to watch from a distance or mingle with the other combatants hanging around. Both of which distracted him for only for so long as the anticipation for his own match brought restlessness in abundance. Not out of fear mind you but instead in enticement of his opponent. As the person he was to clash with was none other than the bold and outspoken Altuo Dorian. An enigmatic man who had not only become a reliable business partner but also, truth be told, a worthwhile bond that had bore potential deeper than either of them had expected. Enough to call each other friends and maybe even something more? Who knew really. Now wasn't really the time to ponder further.

With the barred iron gate that had held him at bay being lifted away completely. The triumphant trill of horns filled the coliseum as the people in the stands cried out with an equally impressive roar of unbridled cheering. The stage was set and the two brought to bare against one another at last. Altuo's boisterous demeanor as they practically danced across the arena bringing a cocky sort of smile to Goji's own face as the two of them stood at the ready. They had long since teased each other about this day and now it was no longer just a passing joke. "In a good mood I see. Hope it lasts when I wipe the floor with that face of yours. After all, your in my territory now."

[ WC - 575 ] @Altuo Dorian

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