Greyish blue fingers straightened the corner of a poster displaying a green man with a katana. The poster stuck to the wall and the young man tending to it flopped onto the bed next to a giant knife-like sword. When the springs stopped creaking, he sat firm with a determined grin.
"Hi. My name is Jomm, and I'm going to be the next RHG champion. My whole life my motto's been 'be better than yesterday, be better than yesterday', but I'm bored of better. I want to be the best. Alfa? Andre? Yoyo? They're not gonna have anything on me."
With one arm he hoisted the massive sword over his shoulder.
"And it's all thanks to this baby. Well, this and a lot of hard work of course."
The sword's blade separated from the hilt, revealing an extra panel filled with holes. Air hissed out of the grooves momentarily. His eyes closed as the wind blew.
"Let me tell you something," the blade clicked back shut, "If there's anyone who deserves the championship, it's me. I can't tell you how long I've waited to enter one of these tournaments myself and how long I've waited to see myself up on that podium. And I am going to be up there. No matter what happens or who I've got to face, nothing's gonna stop me from bringing home the gold."
"I am going to be there and I am going to win. I'm not walking out of that arena until I'm bringing out a trophy. You hear me?"
His shining smile faded slightly as he stretched out
"...Alright, you get the idea." He set the sword down and reached for the camera. "See y'all soon."
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