Chapter 9
I watched the remaining quarter-final matches from my seat in the waiting room, inspecting my arm, which had been cut open by the doctor and had a metal cast put inside my arm around the bone, keeping the pieces in place and making it functional again, albeit a little bit heavier than before. The stitched skin had sealed itself shut upon touching Soul Calibur, stunning the doctors.
Unfortunately, Leary wasn't as lucky; if his skull hadn't been crushed, he probably could have survived. Oh well, I thought. If he wasn't prepared to die, he shouldn't have entered a weapon tournament in the first place.
Who was my next opponent? It dawned on me that I hadn't yet seen the tournament ladder yet. As I rose to my feet, Ivy returned from wandering around town.
"Hello, Siegfried."
"Hello, Ivy. How was your trip?"
With a grin, she replied, "Ah, it was fun. Ask the guards."
I decided it would be better not to ask. I noticed the last quarterfinal match had just finished, and still no sign of the katana man. Perhaps I had missed his match while the doctors repaired my arm.
Just as this thought entered my mind, I saw a man wearing black and white pants with a flame pattern on them proudly enter from the medic room. He either hadn't been injured, or they were very slight injuries that the doctors healed quickly.
Ivy slid closer to me and whispered in my ear, "You see that man over there with the katana?" I nodded. "He has a fragment of Soul Edge."
"Really? Him?"
"Yes, but we won't be able to get it during the tournament. We have to make a reason for him to meet us afterward. Maybe I can strike a deal with him after he loses his next fight…"
"The first semifinal match is about to begin! Mitsurugi and Schtauffen, get ready!"
The man with the katana locked eyes with me, gave an arrogant smile, and stepped into the arena.