"Five wins in a row for the current champion, Eiji The Tower! Can anyone beat him?" The announcer rattled off into his janky ass mic. It had been my fifth victory as I came off the dirt circle, the current champion of the ring. I had obviously given a false name, but it wasn't like I couldn't be ID'ed easily enough if someone cared to figure it out. I was wearing a Kumo patch, after all. It was easy enough to see who I was affiliated.
Overall, this outing had been a good bout of pocket change. It was a lot better than what I expected for a gathering from just another unofficial circle that always seemed to sprout up alongside the official dueling tournaments. It was a quick few bucks to gamble on for most, but it was also well-known tradition for amateur mercenaries and shinobi to test their mettle against one another. I had chosen to do just that as the tournament didn't come very often, and I needed the experience. I also got a bit of a sick thrill from those I beat. Something about a ten-year-old taking a steamy dump on their chest always seemed to miff them. Either way, I had been having a very good day.
So far, I had already defeated two chunins from opposing villages, along with a genin from sand and two mercs that tried to test themselves but ended up being pretty worthless. Of all the fights I had been in, only the one chunin from stone had given me a good fight, but even that had been short-lived. I was already back up to around a hundred percent and I hadn't even broken a sweat on these weaklings. It was only when I saw my next opponent that I knew I was in for a hell of a good time.
Showing my best smile, I entered the dirt ring. I was not bothering with formalities until at least the first couple exchanges. Wouldn't do if my ability to gauge my opponent was off. I heard the ring of the bell go off and we were fighting.
Overall, this outing had been a good bout of pocket change. It was a lot better than what I expected for a gathering from just another unofficial circle that always seemed to sprout up alongside the official dueling tournaments. It was a quick few bucks to gamble on for most, but it was also well-known tradition for amateur mercenaries and shinobi to test their mettle against one another. I had chosen to do just that as the tournament didn't come very often, and I needed the experience. I also got a bit of a sick thrill from those I beat. Something about a ten-year-old taking a steamy dump on their chest always seemed to miff them. Either way, I had been having a very good day.
So far, I had already defeated two chunins from opposing villages, along with a genin from sand and two mercs that tried to test themselves but ended up being pretty worthless. Of all the fights I had been in, only the one chunin from stone had given me a good fight, but even that had been short-lived. I was already back up to around a hundred percent and I hadn't even broken a sweat on these weaklings. It was only when I saw my next opponent that I knew I was in for a hell of a good time.
Showing my best smile, I entered the dirt ring. I was not bothering with formalities until at least the first couple exchanges. Wouldn't do if my ability to gauge my opponent was off. I heard the ring of the bell go off and we were fighting.