" Second round! Amari versus Vernon!"
The namekian teenager and the brown haired human walked side-by-side to the ring, Chris noticed that Vernon looked uncomfortable the whole way. When they got to the arena, they stood on opposite sides and bowed.
Vernon shuddered as he looked at Amari, who had a smirk on his face. " Are you ready?"
" O-of course!" Vernon shouted back, his voice cracking. " I'm ready to fight anyone! Even an a-alien!"
" You're scared, aren't you?" Amari asked, not mocking, but seeming sincere.
" No!" Vernon shouted, but then looked at the ground. Vernon blushed a little bit. " Maybe a bit…"
" Don't worry! We're Namekians! We only came for a good fight! So help me out, alright? Give me a good battle!" Amari exclaimed.
" Alright!" Vernon shouted. Vernon took his fighting stance and smirked at Amari.
The Namekian looked to the announcer, confused. " So when do we start?"
The announcer moved to Amari and whispered to the both of them. " The round started a few minutes ago.."
" Oh then let's do this!" Amari said as he flew at Vernon, preparing a right kick.
The young human raised his hand and blocked the kick with his forearm. Amari jumped away and smiled at Vernon. " I knew you had some skills!"
Vernon smiled back. " Well maybe I do."
Amari flew back at Vernon, throwing a punch for Vernon's chest. Vernon blocked it and threw a punch back. The two threw blow-for-blow, floating and jumping around the arena.
Vernon was caught a bit off guard and took a right hook to the face, knocking him back a little bit. Seeing the opportunity, Amari smashed an uppercut against Vernon's chin. Force from the blow launched Vernon into the air and Amari jumped up after him, reaching for his foot. Quickly, the human moved his left foot out of the way and brought his left foot down across the Namekians face, launching him to the ground of the arena.
Vernon landed on the arena, watching Amari get back up on his feet. " You're pretty good, Namek."
" It's Amari." Amari spoke as he cracked his fingers. He held out his right hand beside him, as if holding a ball. " And you're pretty good too." With force like a throw, Amari thrust his arm forward and threw a yellow Ki blast at Vernon.
Instinctively, Vernon switched his focus to the Ki blast. He didn't notice Amari flying straight at him, and the Namekian landed a solid blow across Vernon's face, launching the boy out of the arena.
" Ring out!" The announcer shouted as he ran onto the stage. " Vernon has landed out of the ring! The winner is Amari!"
The crowd cheered for Amari as he walked over to the edge of the stage and reached out his hand. " That was a good match. I had fun."
Vernon stared at his hand for a minute before reaching out his own, and the two gripped each other in a handshake before Amari pulled him back up to the stage.
" You were holding back...a lot." Vernon spoke as they walked back to the waiting area.
" So you noticed." Amari laughed as he put his right hand behind his head.
" Of course I did…" Vernon said, looking at the ground. He then looked up and smiled at Amari. " I'm rooting for you!"
" Thanks!" Amari said back, throwing a thumbs-up.
Chris and Elijah still stood at the entrance between the ring and the waiting area, Elijah had a sour look on his face. The two leaned against opposite walls, looking as if they owned the place.
" I'm assuming you don't like one of them?" Chris asked, snickering.
" The Namek. He seems to hit a nerve with me. There's just something about him that I don't like." Elijah said.
" Well, sucks for you. The one fighting him will be me. And trust me, I won't lose." Chris said confidently.
" The third match will be Rex versus John!"
Rex walked onto the arena, not much stuck out about him...besides his hair. He had black, spiky hair that suck straight up, except for a white,zigzag stripe through the middle.
" Well, hello everyone! Your boy Rex is here!" Rex shouted as he threw his hands up and stuck out his tongue, getting a roar from the young teenagers in the crowd.
" That guy is so cringey." Elijah said as he sweatdropped.
" Mhm." Chris agreed, laughing a bit.
" Let's just get this over with." John sighed as he walked up to the stage. The young man was in a blue t-shirt and some shorts. He seemed to not care at all.
" Dude! What are you wearing?!" Rex laughed as he looked John over. " You came to fight, not play basketball!"
John sighed and held up one hand, as if taking up his fighting stance. " Are you done running your big mouth? We should probably begin."
" Whatever dude! I'll try not to rip your crummy outfit." Rex said as he took his fighting stance. This guy screamed wild, but no one knew why he was judging John. His outfit was a gi, but it was ripped like a zigzag on the front. Chris hoped it was a purposeful design.
Rex didn't wait for anything and ran at John, raising his right fist. John stood there with his eyes closed.
" What are you doing?!" Chris shouted at him, putting his arms by his mouth to sound louder.
John kept standing until Rex reached him and thrust his hand forward.
To everyone's surprise, John jumped over Rex and kicked him in the back of the head. " What the hell?" Rex shouted as he fell on his knees.
" Done already?" John yawned dramatically and put his hands behind his head. " I thought you had a bigger fist than you had a mouth but maybe I was wrong."
" You know what?" Rex said as he turned around and ran back at John.
" Same thing again? Idiots never learn." John said as he stood still, waiting for Rex.
When Rex was in range, John jumped into the air. " Not this time!" Rex shouted as he began to grow fangs and jumped into the air after John. " Tiger Fang Fist!"
Rex's arm was surrounded by orange Ki and he punched John across the face, knocking the boy to the ground.
" What the hell was that?" John asked as he wiped blood from his mouth, looking at the growling Rex. " Are you an animal?"
" No." Rex growled. Rex threw his hands up and roared. " I heard about a technique called the Wolf Fang Fist. It was in a legend, a technique used by someone named Yamcha. To make my own technique, I went into the wilderness and developed the Tiger Fang Fist! And all you've seen is the simplest version!"
" So you know about the legend of Dragonball...so you also know Yamcha was one of the weakest fighters in the legend." John refuted.
" Well!" Rex shouted flustered. Rex growled at John and ran at him, a lot faster to be noted, due to the effects of the Tiger Fang Fist. " I'm not him!"
" Evidently." John said as he ducked under the first blow of the Tiger Fang Fist and uppercut Rex in the chin. Rex flew into the air, but recovered and dove towards John. The young boy didn't see it coming and was tackled by Rex.
" Now I've got you!" Rex shouted. Something was different about Rex. His hair was longer, going to his shoulders and continuing to grow. He had whiskers on his face and his fangs were large.
As if on cue, he began to change again, his face morphing as if into a tiger. John struggled under him, realizing what the technique was doing to Rex. It made him more tiger-like!
" GRRRAAAAHHHH!" Rex shouted as he began to pound on John's face, beating him over and over. John screamed in pain as Rex's claws ( that had just grown) began to scratch his face.
" He needs to give up!" Chris shouted.
" This guy is done for." Elijah added.
Is this really it? To end a fight like this? What a bother...John thought as he kept getting beaten by this animal.
Rex gave a final roar as he began to make his final move. " Tiger Fang Fist!"
Now! John put two Ki blasts into both of his hands and thrust them forward, launching Rex into the air and over the arena. The tiger-man landed over the arena, unconscious and reverted back to Rex.
" Well, that's all." John said as he walked off of the arena, bleeding on his face and chest. He put his hands in his pockets and kept walking.
" Is he seriously alright?" Elijah asked.
John passed by in front of Chris, looking at him before falling forward. Chris caught him quickly, and walked over to the Med-Bay.
" Does Chris know that guy?" Elijah asked as he put his hand in his hair. " Ah well. Next match!"
" The next match will be Chris versus Scargot!"
Elijah fell over and scrambled towards the Med-Bay. How could that idiot forget that he was in the next match?
Chris set John down in a bed and walked towards the outside of the tournament. Man...I've never seen someone injured like that since…
Flashbacks filled his mind of something that happened seven years ago, when he was seven. Flashes of a man, bloody and beaten, standing in front of two other men. One was tall and bulky, the other average size but yet seemed to be in charge.
The beaten man was dripping in blood, a large gash against his chest. A woman was on the ground beside the men, speaking something to the beaten man…
" Chris!"
Chris looked behind him to see Elijah running out of the Tournament. " It's your match! How could you be so stupid?!"
" My match? Oh yeah! My match!" Chris said, snapping out of it and running back into the tournament. He ran past a few other fighters, yet paying attention to none of them, and ran out of the spectators area into the ring.
Scargot stood on his side, looking down at Chris. " I thought that you'd decided to run away, coward."
" Well I'm here. I'm no coward." Chris said back.
" Maybe not a coward, but soon to be a loser." Scargot replied.
" We'll just have to see." Chris brushed it off as he walked to his side. " Sorry I'm late, but now you'll get a show."
" Begin!"
Chris and Scargot jumped towards each other, each with a fist raised. Both threw their fists forward at the same time, hitting each other's knuckles. Scargot's fist was at least twice as big as Chris' but not more powerful.
With sudden speed, Scargot brought up his other fist and punched Chris in the gut, knocking him a few feet back. The young Saiyan spit on the ring and breathed heavily.
" Is that it already? I expected at least a little more." Scargot mocked as he slowly walked closer to Chris.
" You'll get a lot more!" Chris jumped into the air and sent a barrage of Ki blasts onto the ring, causing a lot of smoke to emit from it and dust clouds. " How's that?"
" No where near enough!" Scargot's hand shot out of the smoke, extending to grab Chris by the neck and dragged him back down to the ring.
Roughly, Chris slammed into the ring, seeming to see stars as his vision came back. Scargot kept his hand around Chris' neck and began to tighten his grip.
Chris tried to choke out words but nothing came out besides grunts and other sounds. Light started to fade from his vision and Chris began to feel like he was going to pass out.
" Chris!"
" Chris!"
" Chris!"
Chris looked to his right, where with blurry vision he tried to see who was calling his name. In the front row of the stands, sitting beside Master Roshi, was Luis, Cesar and Jesiah.
My brothers...they're here...I can't let them see me lose! I didn't train for nothing!
" HAAAA!" Chris shouted as he charged his ki and grabbed Scargot by the forearm. Pushing with everything he had he ripped Scargot's arm from his neck and pushed him a few feet back.
Elijah watched from the sides, he was almost certain he saw a string of black Ki when Chris powered up, but he brushed it off.
Chris stood up, facing Scargot with a glare. His front body went first, pushing forward and his feet were on the edge as he dashed at Scargot.
This speed caught Scargot off guard, and he payed for it with a punch to the nose, then a gut punch, then a kick to the chin and finally, while Chris was upside down from the kick, a blast to the torso.
The large Namekian warrior slid to the edge of the arena, his heels off of the ring. " Where did this sudden power come from?"
The young Saiyan began to relax, calming down and hearing his surroundings again. " I told you already. I'm not going to lose!" Chris powered up again, this time Elijah saw no black in the aura.
" If this is how you want to play...then fine!" Scargot began to charge his own Ki, and in a few moments the two dashed at each other one more time.
Chris is stronger than I thought...that power he used a moment ago, something about it felt strange. Elijah thought.
Scargot and Chris hit each other's forearms, pushing against each other. It looked even to a normal person, but Elijah saw the truth. Chris was being over-powered.
Come on, Chris…
Scargot smirked as he pushed out a bit more Ki and punched Chris in the face. The blow launched Chris to the ground and he slid across the arena, and off the edge.
" I don't like hurting kids, but some need to learn their place." Scargot gloated as he turned his back and looked at the announcer. " Are you going to announce my victory?"
" O-of course." The announcer said as he walked onto the stage. After looking from side-to-side, he began to speak.
" And the winner of the match is-"
" WAIT!"
Luis shouted from the stands and pointed to the side of the arena where Chris had fell. Only that side could see this angle, so even Elijah ahdn't noticed.
The announcer walked over to the edge and looked over. Chris was standing on the side of the ring, horizontal, with his eyes closed. Suddenly, Chris opened his eyes and back-flipped into the air.
The announcer threw his head back quickly, barely getting out of the way. Chris opened his eyes and looked at Scargot, who began to turn around.
" Dragon Kick!" Chris shouted as he soared towards Scargot, his right foot pointed at him. Scargot had no time to react and Chris' foot landed against his cheek with extreme force. The Namekian was launched into the air, spiraling and landed in the wall of the stands.
Chris landed in the center of the ring, smirking and giving a thumbs-up to the crowd. " That was a good match, Scargot. Hope to fight again sometime!"
Scargot lay on the ground, unable to move from shock. " H-how could I lose to...to a child?!"
The victor of the match walked off of the stage and walked to the waiting area, passing Elijah. Chris nodded at his rival and Elijah nodded back. Without words, saying to Elijah, you better win!
Scargot walked off, being silent for now as he contemplated his defeat. Dylan stood in the back, having watched the fight from a monitor. That kid is good...Dylan thought. I didn't think I needed to worry about either of them, but I'd better think a bit more carefully.
Washington sat on the other side of the waiting area, seeming to be in deep thought. Could he be the one? I didn't think a human could beat a Namekian...especially one like that. And that black stripe...Washington remembered the black stripe in Chris' aura when he charged his energy. It has to be him! That means I need to conceal my identity.
" Now then! Continuing the tournament will be Sopran and Keel!"
The human's walked out of the waiting area, side-by-side and stepped onto the arena. Keel glared at Sopran and growled, seemingly angry. " Trash humans like you have no business being on the same stage as a-"
Washington cleared his throat, surprising Chris and Elijah as they turned around to see him.
" Oh right." Keel said as he stomped on the arena and cracked his knuckles.
" Where the hell did you come from?" Chris shouted.
" Let's have a good match." Sopran said as he took his fighting stance.
" Yeah sure." Keel responded as he appeared in front of Sopran with extreme speed, the man's chest to Keel's.
" W-what?!" Sopran said as he tried to back away, but Keel grabbed him by the face. Keel lifted Sopran into the air with his right hand and began to knee him in the stomach, repeatedly. Over and over, pounding the man in the gut.
Sopran choked out blood on Keel's hand, but Keel ignored it as it dripped down his arm. Chris had seen the look that Keel wore before. It was a look of bloodlust. Everyone thought Rex was an animal. This guy was a monster.
The crowd gasped as the violence continued. Mother's covered their children's eyes. Women screamed at the sight.
After a minute or two, Keel used his other hand to grab Sopran by the foot and lifted him into the air.
Chris and Elijah knew what was coming next...and so did everyone else.
Keel lifted his knee and began to bring Sopran downward, when a voice cut through the air.
" Put him down, Keel! That's an order!"
Washington stood in front of Chris and Elijah, giving Keel a hard stare. Keel looked at Washington for a moment, his senses returning and then threw Sopran down, smashing the tiles as the man screamed out in pain.
" Fine. But not before I leave him with a parting gift." Keel said, the bloodlust not completely gone. Keel walked over until he was shadowing over Sopran, who would have given up if he could make out the words.
A cry of pure pain filled the air, and Keel raised his foot from the man's crushed leg. The...man...then began to walk off of the arena, dusting off his hands from the man's blood.
Chris and Elijah looked in horror as the guy passed them by without blinking, Washington then turning to follow.
Some workers came onto the arena to take Sopran away, he would have still been screaming but he had no energy left. The other workers began to wipe up the blood from the arena. For once, the entire arena was quiet, only filled with low murmurs.
" Chris...that guy, Keel...he seemed to stop when that kid ordered him to. Do you think that the kid is that strong?" Elijah asked.
" No way...it can't be just strength. The two know each other somehow...and I don't think in a good way." Chris reasoned.
" I fight next against someone named...Jackie Chun I think? What type of name is that?" Elijah asked.
" In the story, Master Roshi pretended to be someone named Jackie Chun so he could fight Goku and prove he wasn't the strongest…could that be happening now?" Chris pondered, but Elijah wasn't listening. He was preparing for his match.
" Come on out, Jackie Chun and Elijah!"
Elijah walked out, looking around for Jackie Chun. No one else showed up and Elijah took his spot on the arena, fearing a forfeit. " Come on...did I have to get a coward for an opponent?"
" Jackie Chun is no coward!"
Elijah looked as an old man in a suit ran onto the stage and flipped onto it. The old guy slipped and fell on his head, standing up quickly and rubbing it.
" So I didn't get a clown...I got a coward." Elijah said sourly. Elijah yawned and took a lazy fighting stance. " Bring it on, grandpa."
" Ladies, ladies! Send me your support, and maybe your underwear!" Jackie Chun laughed as he ignored Elijah.
" What the hell?! Focus on your match!" Elijah shouted.
Jackie Chun turned around to face Elijah and blinked a few times. " Oh sorry. Just a little distracted. Hehe…" He laughed.
" Begin!"
Elijah kept his position, waiting for the old man to make a move. For all I know he's very skilled and using his stupidity to make me let my guard down…
I trained Elijah to always keep his guard up, he's very defensive...so the only way is through offense! Jackie Chun thought as he dashed towards Elijah.
Elijah immediately raised up his hands in defense, but Jackie Chun stopped right in front of him and stuck out his tongue.
The hell? Elijah thought as he spread his arms just a little bit to see. Jackie Chun took that moment to stick his palm past Elijah's guard and hit him in the nose.
" Damn!" Elijah shouted as he stumbled back. Jackie Chun followed up with a few more palm strikes before kicking Elijah in the chest. It's as if he knows when my guard is down! How could he be so decisive?
Elijah fell over from the kick but dashed into the air above Jackie Chun, before pointing his head towards Chun. The boy propelled himself like a bullet, aiming for Jackie Chun's gut.
" Do you think you can hit me with that?" Jackie Chun asked as he jumped out of Elijah's way.
" Of course not." Elijah replied as he used his hands to change his direction, right towards Jackie Chun.
Jackie Chun noticed Elijah coming and dodged again, this time Elijah flew right past him. Right after missing, Elijah stopped mid-air and fired a Ki blast at Jackie Chun's back.
The old man fell on the ground, launched by the Ki blast. " Ow! How'd you stop?!"
Elijah landed in front of the old man and smirked. " It's called flying."
Jackie Chun stood up and wiped some sweat from his forehead. Elijah really is strong...but he's focused! If only I'd fought Chris!
" So what's your next move, grandpa?" Elijah mocked as he took his fighting stance once again.
" Try this! Ka…" Jackie Chun shouted. " You know...I'd rather have fought an unfocused idiot than you, but luck of the draw."
Chris suddenly sneezed, as if somebody had mentioned him.
" Me…"
That's Master Roshi's technique...but how could he know it? Elijah thought as he put his hands together to form his own blast. " Ka...Me…"
" Ha…"
" Me…"
" I knew it!" Chris shouted from the waiting area, jumping up and down.
" HA!"
Jackie Chun and Elijah shouted as they thrust their hands forward at each other, both releasing two large blasts at each other.
" The shields!" A man shouted from the stands.
Suddenly, energy shields surrounded the ring, most likely to protect the public.
Elijah grunted as his veins started to show and pushed the blast even further. Jackie Chun did the same, throwing all he had into the blast. I'm outclassed… Chun thought as he started to lose his edge. These Saiyans are too strong...I raised them well.
Moments later, Chun began to lose his edge and was about to be hit with both blasts. He's just a human...I've got to help him...I guess. Elijah flew around both blasts and grabbed Chun, holding him as both blasts hit the two of them.
When the smoke cleared, Elijah stood facing Jackie Chun, breathing heavily. Jackie Chun looked shocked at Elijah, who had taken a lot of the blast to save him.
" Why did you shield me?" Jackie Chun asked.
" I-if the blast had killed you, I would have lost the match." Elijah said, using an excuse as he used everything in you to keep standing. " But I guess it doesn't matter now…"
Elijah began to fall, but Jackie Chun caught him and supported him. " Yes it does. I give up!"
The crowd looked shocked at the events but roared into a cheer as Jackie Chun helped Elijah to the medical bay. You did well...my student. Now then… Jackie Chun looked back at Chris, who looked a little concerned for Elijah. You do your best out there, Chris!
The roar of the crowd followed them back to the waiting area as the announcer talked about the victor of the match.
" The next match will be Alyssa, the only female in this tournament, against Mikah!"
Alyssa and Mikah walked out together, trying to avoid looking at each other. Chris had his hands behind his head, turning his head curiously as he noticed a blush on both of their faces.
The two took their fighting stances but seemed to be wavering in their focus. Chris, still confused, was wondering why his friend was acting so strange.
" Begin!"
The two stood facing each other for a few seconds, seeming to worry about fighting.
" Move already!" Chris shouted from the waiting area.
Mikah looked at Chris and gulped before jumping towards towards Alyssa with a dash.
Alyssa didn't see the punch coming and closed her eyes, but only felt wind because Mikah stopped his punch at her nose.
Alyssa opened her eyes and looked at Mikah. " Why did you stop?"
" I-I don't know…" Mikah responded.
" W-well…" Alyssa stammered.
" I swear to Kami above if you don't land a punch, I'm going to kick your ass myself!" Chris shouted, mainly at Mikah, but at both pretty much.
" I swear if he doesn't shut the hell up…" Mikah said under his breath, now backing away from Alyssa.
" You know Chris too?" Alyssa asked.
" Of course. So do you?" Mikah responded.
" Yeah, he's one of my best friends." Alyssa responded.
" Same. He's annoying right?" Mikah asked.
" Annoying as hell." Alyssa grinned as the two looked at Chris who seemed to have a vein popping out of his forehead.
" FIGHT ALREADY!"
" Well, do you want to piss him off more?" Alyssa asked.
" What are you thinking?" Mikah asked, curious.
" Watch." Alyssa whispered, raising a hand into the air. " I forfeit."
Chris stared blankly into the air for a straight thirty seconds, with the blankest expression on his face.
Dylan walked by at this moment. " Great fight, am I right?"
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" FUUUUUUUU!" Chris screamed as he flew into the horizon, breathing heavier and heavier.
Mikah and Alyssa walked off of the ring, back to blushing, before Dylan and Brandon walked out. Their match had been called.
" Finally, it's my match." Dylan said as he walked out to the ring.
Brandon followed him, pushing back his perfect looking blonde hair as he walked onto the ring. " So if it isn't the ex-richboy. Dylan Nicklin."
" Ex is right, Brandon." Dylan replied back, taking his fighting stance. " But it looks like you're still the bastard you've always been."
" At least I wasn't an accident." Brandon fired back.
" Begin!"
Dylan decked Brandon across the chin, making the boy slide across the tile. " I was no accident. But I think letting your guard down in front of me was."
Brandon stood up and wiped blood from his lips. " You messed up my perfect face!"
" I'll mess up more than that piece of trash!" Dylan smirked as he seemed to fade into thin air.
" The Hell?" Brandon asked as he looked around.
" Up here." Dylan called.
Brandon looked up to see Dylan charging a large, round Ki blast. " Oh…"
" Shit." Dylan finished as he fired the blast towards Brandon.
" I'm no push-over!" Brandon shouted as he flipped into the air and kicked the blast back at Dylan.
By this time, Chris had come back to the tournament, having calmed down. " Now this is a fight!"
Dylan dodged his blast and flew down towards Brandon, grabbing him by the shirt collar.
" Catch these hands!" Dylan shouted as he punched Brandon in the nose, a few times over, laughing as he did.
The rich boy slid across the floor, cringing at the pain of Dylan's punches. " Are you done yet?" Dylan asked as he walked over to Brandon. " I have better matches to prepare for."
" I won't lose to someone who's poor, on the streets, and has the face of my butler!" Brandon shouted as he stood up, running towards Dylan.
A few seconds later, his body clattered to the floor. Dylan stood over him, his fist having been planted in Brandon's gut. " Surprise, bastard."
Chris sat on the roof, looking up to see the sun begin to set over the horizon. " These rich kids have some dirty mouths."
" What?" Elijah asked as he landed beside him.
" How are you here?" Chris asked, keeping his stare on the sunset.
" They have a medicine based on something called a Senzu Bean, it heals you instantly! It's crazy." Elijah explained. " It's called a Senzu Essence Capsule!"
" Cool." Chris replied, seeming to be deep in thought as he continued to stare out into the sunset.
" It's weird...I feel stronger now! Is that crazy?" Elijah asked.
" Cool…" Chris responded.
" Are you even listening?!" Elijah asked as he grabbed Chris by the shoulder.
" Oh sorry." Chris replied as he turned to face Elijah. He rubbed his hand behind his head as he laughed. " I was just thinking about my match tomorrow."
" You fight John, right?" Elijah asked.
" Yeah, but probably the next match too! It's either Washington, the kid I can't seem to stop thinking that I know, or Amari, the Namekian that hasn't even shown a bit of his power!"
" Well I have the fight the maniac, Keel, and then that annoying kid, Dylan." Elijah laughed as he lay back against the roof. " Look's like we both have some crazy matches coming up."
" Yeah…" Chris responded as he lay back against the roof as well, getting quiet.
A few minutes passed as they sat there silently, until a voice called out to them. " Boys! It's time to go to the hotel!" Master Roshi called out, silently thanking Kami for the Senzu Essence Capsules.
" Coming!" Chris and Elijah said as they jumped from the roof and walked beside their master, out of the tournament, and then down the street. They looked up at the sunset, Chris and Elijah making their own vows to win.
They all smiled into the sunset as they kept walking, a bird chirping and cars vrooming as the day came to a close.
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" Is that him?" Keel asked as he stood on top of a building, watching Chris and Elijah walk past them.
" Yeah...that black stripe of Ki confirmed it." Washington confirmed as he nodded towards Chris.
" Why don't we just capture him now?" Keel questioned, barring his teeth.
" We need his siblings as well, and I finally found them!" Washington said happily as he pulled some papers from behind his back. " Good thing I stole these papers from the management."
" What's on the papers?" Keel asked as he looked at the sheets in Washington's hand.
" The address of the missing subject and his family...or what's left of it anyway." Washington explained.
" What about the other two targets?" Keel asked.
" We'll find them. I still think that the two are in this tournament, quite possibly a remaining fighter." Washington stated.
" Then I'll have the chance of pummeling them to a pulp!" Keel said excitedly.
" Not quite. Don't you remember what the subject is?" Washington asked.
" Oh yeah…" Keel said. " He's the…"
" Ultimatum."