Role

Chapter 4

Its tiiiiiiiiiiiiime for the finaaaaaaals ! To the right side, heres the
Shadow Master, Sensei Mukaan Tzeki !

To the left side, the Thunderous Assassin, Sensei Altan Miguai!

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As the fight started, the crowd rose upon their seats and was amazed of the
strength of these two. An intense rumble that tore the earth asunder, where
they looked invincible and thought it would never end. A swift kick to the
left! A daft punch to the right! He swings a tiny spear his way and misses!
At front seat, young Daichyl looked at the battle with his tiny eyes,
dreaming that he would be on this stage, fighting before such a crowd,
hearing them call his name, bringing admiration among the people. This was
his dream. He trained to be an assassin for that sole reason, to be a master
of any physical encounter. He was a pupil under the Sensei Mukaan Tzeki and
that day, he cheered his victory.

The village of Kolbin was renowned for their fighters as they held every year
a tournament where every combatant would fight with either their fists or
weapons to see whos the strongest of all. They would be raised as fighters
only to enter the tournament later, an honorable existence some may say
though the youth have more ambitions, so did Daichyl.

Daichyl was raised with the stories of either the Skyborn or the elven
maiden, of the plague of darkness and felt that he could draw his sword for a
greater cause. Of course, the spirit of the combatant still lives strongly
within his mind and so he trains, all day, all night, just to be known as the
strongest. But very few knows that all this hides a fragile and insecure
young man who goes to the world, unprepared to what may happen, unprepared to
the menace that roams Thera...