Chapter 5
Later, after passing through the throng encompassing the pawnshop, I had stopped by the armor shop, where I had just enough time to try on the shop's finest plate armor crafted from the cyan-colored rare metal Orichalcum and pay for it before the shop was so stuffed full of people that I couldn't move. I had become an instant celebrity.
Just after I made it outside and started heading toward the bar Ivy had went to, I felt a hand around the back of my neck pulling me toward a side alley.
I turned to see who had saved me from the approaching crowd. This stranger was obviously of Asian origin. His narrow eyes showed a very serious demeanor. He was dressed in black and white flame-pattern pants and strips of cloth covering his shoulder and torso. His long, fluffy hair was pulled back into a thick ponytail.
"You killed Nightmare?" The stranger said in a rough voice.
"Yes. What of it?"
"I challenge you. There is a tournament later today. Sign up for this tournament. Now." I was forced out into the confused crowd, who rallied around me once again. I attempted to get back over to the alley, but there were too many people in the way. I got in the alley just in time to see the man on the roof of the building. He took off jumping between roofs, his katana scabbard bouncing against his leg.