Getting up from his meditating state, Zen grabbed his sword and rushed outside the cave, having one last glance at it. Qi emanated from him as he dashed through the forest, it was almost dark out. Since he had not eaten in a week, he was hungry, so he hunted a rabbit, torched it using mana and ate it. He sprinted through the forest until it was morning again. He had finally reached Hubei.
He had arrived at a city as afternoon approached. the city was full of life. People gossiping and arguing, some bargaining at the market place. He went up to a building, upon which was mounted a sign saying, 'Wuhan Inn'. Zen entered the building.
The Inn was full of martial artists, enjoying their favorite dishes. Most of them seemed to be from the Orthodox Faction, however, some seemed to be from cults.
Zen sat down at a table, a waited came and asked him, "What will it be sir?" in a gentle tone, "One pork bowl" Zen replied. "I'll be right back" said the waiter, but Zen interrupted him, "Do you know where the tournament will be held?" he asked. "It will be held today at 4 in the evening, its quite close to here, outside the building, take a left and you should find it." the waiter said. "Thanks" said Zen as the waiter went to another table to ask for their order.
On a table a few meters away from Zen's, sat two men and women. They seemed to be gossiping, beside the table laid 4 swords, seemingly belonging to the people sitting on the table.
One of the men got up from the table and approached Zen, seemingly in his 20's, he wore blue and white clothes\ and was wall, perfectly clean, he also had a long ponytail extending from the back of his head. Walking up to Zen's table he asked, "May I know which group or sect you belong to?", "I'd rather not tell you" replied Zen, simply. "That's quite alright, you see, we are from a newly formed group called the Rose Imugi Sect, and wanted to invite you into the group.".
"Why me?" asked Zen.
"You see, the sword you're carrying, was an old relic gifted to the blood cult by the orthodox faction, and since the blood cult was wiped out 2 years ago, you seem to be the only survivor, and to survive that incident alone means that you are more than capable of joining us." said the man, pointing to the sword given to Zen by his master.
Hearing this immediately piqued Zen's interest, however this alone wasn't enough to make him join the group.
"I'll think about it" he said, as the waiter brought him his food. "Please do!" said the man handing Zen a dagger, wrapped in cloth. "If you ever want to join us, show this to the guard" said the man, then narrated the address to the Rose Imugi sect.
Although this was quite tempting for Zen, he was also skeptical, he quickly finished his food, as the four people left, picking their swords up.
Zen also left, he paid the waiter with money his master has given him.
He estimated it to be around 3 in the evening, so leaving no time to waste, he rushed to where the tournament was being held.
after a few minutes and asking for directions, Zen had reached where the tournament was being held. It was withing a large boundary, on the gate was written "Orthodox Faction: Hubei Branch". The gate was guarded by, surprisingly, only two guards. One of them asked, "What are you here for?", "For the tournament", replied Zen. The guards opened the gates, "Right on time, its about to start, I suggest you go and register yourself for the tournament fast." said one of them as Zen entered the building. He rushed to a person, seemingly from the Orthodox Faction and asked him where he could register for the tournament, he then ran to where the man said, and quickly registered himself.
Near an elevated platform, which Zen thought to be where the participants would be fighting each other, was gathered a crowd. Close to the platform, was a building, on its balcony sat a few men, seemingly the judges of the tournament.
one of the men, who was standing on the balcony yelled, "THE ORTHODOX ACCEPTANCE TOURNAMENT SHALL NOW BEGIN!"
Getting up from his meditating state, Zen grabbed his sword and rushed outside the cave, having one last glance at it. Qi emanated from him as he dashed through the forest, it was almost dark out. Since he had not eaten in a week, he was hungry, so he hunted a rabbit, torched it using mana and ate it. He sprinted through the forest until it was morning again. He had finally reached Hubei.
He had arrived at a city as afternoon approached. the city was full of life. People gossiping and arguing, some bargaining at the market place. He went up to a building, upon which was mounted a sign saying, 'Wuhan Inn'. Zen entered the building.
The Inn was full of martial artists, enjoying their favorite dishes. Most of them seemed to be from the Orthodox Faction, however, some seemed to be from cults.
Zen sat down at a table, a waited came and asked him, "What will it be sir?" in a gentle tone, "One pork bowl" Zen replied. "I'll be right back" said the waiter, but Zen interrupted him, "Do you know where the tournament will be held?" he asked. "It will be held today at 4 in the evening, its quite close to here, outside the building, take a left and you should find it." the waiter said. "Thanks" said Zen as the waiter went to another table to ask for their order.
On a table a few meters away from Zen's, sat two men and women. They seemed to be gossiping, beside the table laid 4 swords, seemingly belonging to the people sitting on the table.
One of the men got up from the table and approached Zen, seemingly in his 20's, he wore blue and white clothes\ and was wall, perfectly clean, he also had a long ponytail extending from the back of his head. Walking up to Zen's table he asked, "May I know which group or sect you belong to?", "I'd rather not tell you" replied Zen, simply. "That's quite alright, you see, we are from a newly formed group called the Rose Imugi Sect, and wanted to invite you into the group.".
"Why me?" asked Zen.
"You see, the sword you're carrying, was an old relic gifted to the blood cult by the orthodox faction, and since the blood cult was wiped out 2 years ago, you seem to be the only survivor, and to survive that incident alone means that you are more than capable of joining us." said the man, pointing to the sword given to Zen by his master.
Hearing this immediately piqued Zen's interest, however this alone wasn't enough to make him join the group.
"I'll think about it" he said, as the waiter brought him his food. "Please do!" said the man handing Zen a dagger, wrapped in cloth. "If you ever want to join us, show this to the guard" said the man, then narrated the address to the Rose Imugi sect.
Although this was quite tempting for Zen, he was also skeptical, he quickly finished his food, as the four people left, picking their swords up.
Zen also left, he paid the waiter with money his master has given him.
He estimated it to be around 3 in the evening, so leaving no time to waste, he rushed to where the tournament was being held.
after a few minutes and asking for directions, Zen had reached where the tournament was being held. It was withing a large boundary, on the gate was written "Orthodox Faction: Hubei Branch". The gate was guarded by, surprisingly, only two guards. One of them asked, "What are you here for?", "For the tournament", replied Zen. The guards opened the gates, "Right on time, its about to start, I suggest you go and register yourself for the tournament fast." said one of them as Zen entered the building. He rushed to a person, seemingly from the Orthodox Faction and asked him where he could register for the tournament, he then ran to where the man said, and quickly registered himself.
Near an elevated platform, which Zen thought to be where the participants would be fighting each other, was gathered a crowd. Close to the platform, was a building, on its balcony sat a few men, seemingly the judges of the tournament.
one of the men, who was standing on the balcony yelled, "THE ORTHODOX ACCEPTANCE TOURNAMENT SHALL NOW BEGIN!"
