When Joe and the kirby returned from exploring the arena, they both found they were shockingly tired, and headed straight to bed. After what seemed like a heavy blink for the kirby was morning, he was stiff and his eyes felt extremely rusty.

However, all the stiffness was gone when the blue kirby was face to face with his tutor. He was a mixed up emotion, which was in between excitement, nervousness and impatience.

"Since you have mastered all of my techniques, I am going to teach our final technique." The kirby's tutor said solemnly.

"But Master Jack -" the kirby silenced himself, his manners slipping at hearing the shocking news.

The tutor waited for his student to recuperate before continuing, "Mushin, which means 'mind of no mind', is a state when there is no thoughts, feelings or expectations in the mind. Upon achieving this state your limits are removed, your weaknesses are abolished."

The kirby hung onto every word. Every word embedded itself in his thoughts.

"Now the training begins to achieve it. It will not be easy, as I'm sure you know."

The kirby nodded and understood.

What came first was the physical training, the kirby had to make his body into the same state his mind would be, an indestructible wall.

This training then leaked into the training of the mind. The discipline of letting any thoughts or emotions govern the mind had to be absolute. The harsh trails took their toll on the kirby. During the first few weeks, he often ended up in hospital only to be released the next day in perfect condition where he would face just as harsh trails in the same evening. This continued through the last few months before the tournament.

The day for the tournament registration came. The kirby's determination was ablaze and nothing would get in his way. When his stomach was satisfied and ready to go he headed to the door, but Joe made a swift appearance.

"Hey, Knight… I know you're going to enter the tournament today… So, I bought you these to wish you good luck." From behind his back, Joe presented the kirby with two white gloves. Slightly smaller versions of Joe's pair which he wore constantly, "They're made specifically for you. They'll come in handy when it comes to kicking the tough guys' butt!"

The kirby took them humbly, "Thank you. But… won't you be entering the tournament too?"

Joe's high mood dropped, "Dad said I'm too young to enter the main tournament, but signed me up to the Junior Tournament."

The kirby tilted his head, "Aren't you happy with that?"

Joe shook his head, "I know I'm better than that, he knows it too! He's just -"

"He's doing it for your sake." The kirby spoke. His quiet voice, overpowering the rising one of Joe's, "One of the things I've learnt from training under father is that you must start small, you cannot head straight into the thick of things, you'll only get hurt." The kirby smiled, "Besides, when you beat everyone, I'm sure you'll be more than ready to beat the big guys."

Joe smiled back, "You think…?"

The kirby laughed, "I'm sure. You'll see."

The kirby left fully equipped. However, he didn't put on the mask. That will come later. For now, he getting used to the feel of the white gloves that resembled boxing gloves; difference was that these gloves weren't so rigid and more comfortable. With these, the kirby felt his already soaring confidence reach new heights. Without much thought he headed into town.

Before heading to the teleporter that'll take him to the arena registration, he took a quick detour to the clothes shop. He quickly went to the counter where a bored clerk waited.

"Excuse me. May I use your changing room?"

The waddle-dee clerk took her attention away from her magazine, "Yeah, sure." Upon seeing who spoke she suddenly peered at him closer, "Hey, you kinda look like -"

"Thank you very much. I can find it on my own." The kirby made a swift movement to the area the sign showed was the changing rooms.

There he found what he was looking for, a mirror. The popped the mask out of his mouth and looked at it one last time before putting it on for the second time. A cold feeling shimmered through his whole body. He looked into the mirror to see his eyes fade from a pearl white into a bright yellow. Another thing that caught his attention was the fact that in the mirror, it showed the mask covering a portion of his eyes, but to him they didn't hinder his sight in the slightest: this was a truly unique mask. Then, to his surprise, his eyes suddenly leaked into a green colour before reverting back to the bright yellow. However, he didn't pay any mind to it. He trusted the mask, and as long as it did what he requested everything would go to plan.

He left the clothes shop. And headed to the teleporter, he sighed as he soon found the queue to enter the teleporter went round the building three times. So, he took his place and waited. An hour later he was three people from the teleporter when someone behind him pushed.

"Hey! The Junior registration was this morning, kid."

The kirby turned around and looked at the owner of the deep voice. It was a shark-like humanoid with a muscular build and a metal lower jaw and. He was covered in scars.

The kirby spoke, "I am not a child."

The shark humanoid looked slightly shocked, "ah, sorry, sir. Your size suggested otherwise."

The kirby nodded before turning back around.

With one hand the shark humanoid picked up the kirby and swung him around several times before throwing him… Or would have if the kirby didn't grab hold of the shark man and use his own speed and weight against him. With a little struggle, the kirby turned the tables and it was the shark man who was thrown out of the town.

The kirby quietly got back into the queue.