Here's the next chapter. Please note that there may be classes that you've never heard of in either FFT or FFTA just because of my idiotic mind. This is just fair warning before you get confused. Also, I mentioned how there will be very minor implementations of WWE stuff. Well, that's only maybe a couple of techniques, that's all. The rest are probably considered in some martial arts (like Jujitsu (the grappling martial arts)). Please review.


Honor of the Rising Sun

Chapter 2

Risks Taken

Marche could only sit there as he kept his eye on the Templar. He's seen many Templar before, but he's also heard that their numbers are dwindling these days and they can only be found at the Bernevia Palace. But seeing a Templar in this arena is something that never happens. He's heard of many other classes that have been in here, but never has there been a Templar. He's heard so much about them that he hoped that he can recruit a Templar into his clan.

"Despite that I've known the Templar to be slow, I'm take that this one can be an exception."

The Templar began to proceed forward until someone threw a cup that barely missed him. He only stood there, letting the crowds jeers come at him. He doesn't care what they think; he only cares about getting something that he wants. People began to make bets at this moment as they're throwing in their bets as to who would win. He began to look towards someone with a young viera Summoner who hasn't even come to age yet. He understands the laws of slavery, and he also understands the distress in the young viera's eyes. The man that owns her is trying to enter his slave in the betting.

"Anyone willing to take this young viera for a bet?" the man asked. "She's open to anyone who's willing to take her."

A nu mou stood up, calling to the man about her. "I would take her if she was actually worth more."

The man turned towards the nu mou and tried to persuade him. "She's worth a bunch, ya know. A rare treasure to find such a young Summoner."

Marche could only sit there as the young viera sat on the bench with her arms chained. It's also apparent that people aren't taking the bets. He was about to call over, but was pulled back down. Turning to his right, he saw that Bernardo didn't allow him to go.

"Bernardo, what's your problem?" Marche asked.

Bernardo took his hand off of Marche's shoulder, taking a deep breath to speak. "If you take the bet, then our reputation may as well go down the drain."

"What reputation?"

"Our reputation is that we cannot bring in slaves."

"So? Can't we just tell them that they're free?"

Lita leaned close to Marche and began to speak to him. "The law of slavery is that a person outside the clan has the authority to issue their freedom. Clans can own and sell slaves, but they can't issue their freedom."

"And how are slaves found?"

"Slaves are generally the female population of any race. The majority of them are of the viera and human race. How they're a slave is if a family has to sell their child for money, which is common since the families that do this are in poverty. Once you sell them, you have to either accept it or buy them back for a hefty price. If you want them back, they either have to be free or the family must pay the slave owner. Only the rich can own them since they can only be received through the Bernevia Palace for a high price. Once you own a slave, you can do what you want wit them."

Marche sat there with a disgusted look on his face "That's cruel!"

Lita has that same feeling as she can understand this as well as a friend of hers she knows had a sister sold to the slavery market. "I understand how you feel, Marche. Just understand that we can't do anything."

Marche faced forward again, focusing on the fight that is about to come up. However, he saw that the Templar is walking in the direction of the noisy man who kept trying to put his slave on wager.

"I'm putting my slave on the stand for the Gladiator! Anyone who is willing to take this bet, take it now!"

The Templar stopped about 10 feet from the wall that stood 5 feet up from the ground to the stands. He then called out to the man, answering to the wager.

"I'll take that wager."

The man peered down to the Templar, oddly confused as to why a contestant is taking a bet. "You're challenging me?"

The Templar stood there, emotionless as he's staring to the man. "Yes, I am."

"Ha, it's rare to find a contestant to accept a bet. You're the first in ages to do so. Besides, what good is it to you to have a slave?"

The Templar's glare became colder as he would seem confident mentally, that is if he is. "What does it mean to you?"

"I bet I know your reasons why."

The Templar turned around and began to walk to the center at a slow pace. However, he's still listening to the man.

"I bet the reason why you want this viera is because only half breeds like you will take a half breed for his own pleasure."

The Templar stopped in his tracks. His right hand seemed to be clutched, but it's not for sure since the sleeves of the Templar cloak are covering his hands. The Templar quickly turned around and threw a punch at the man with his human looking hands, sending out what's known as Air Render. The wave of energy began to fly to him as the crowd around him ran. The energy dissipated a few feet from him, leaving the man in shock. Marche turned and looked to the Templar as he had a cold glare in his eyes. The Templar spoke up, barking at the man.

"Never assume for that reason! I would never do anything like that to her ever!"

The viera looked up, noticing the Templar on the field as his words seemed to catch her. The Templar turned around, walking to the center to begin his fight. Marche couldn't believe what he saw, seeing a Templar lash out like that. He understands that the Templar has the authority to strike if they're given permission to by their superiors or if the enemy takes the first strike. This Templar may not be exactly the most honorable one, however.

The Templar finally made it to the center as the 80 foot wide battlefield surrounded him with the people jeering at him and others cheering on the Gladiator. The Gladiator held his Ogun blade at hand as the blade is well known to help ensure victories as that blade is what he always uses against any weapon. The Templar unsheathed the spear on his back as he held it in both of his hands with the tip pointing at the Gladiator. The Gladiator can only laugh at the weapon to its appearance.

"You think you can fool uss by wielding a fake Bangaa Sspike?"

The crowd began to mock the Templar with laughs to a fool. However, this is what he wanted as a smirk came to his face. Marche leaned towards the clan's bangaa Warrior, questioning him as to the weapon.

"Hey, Nat, why are they mocking him for his weapon?"

"The sspear that he wieldss iss that of the design to the Bangaa Sspike," Nat explained. "It'ss impossible to find one of those ssince there's only one and the only Bangaa Sspike."

"I see, and he has an imitation?"

"Yess, at leasst I presume. The only way we'd know for sure iss if thiss Gladiator can break it with hiss powerful sstrikes."

The Gladiator began to charge in quickly with a powerful swing that can easily break any novice class or fake weaponry with ease. The Templar backed off and avoided the lateral strike as he prepared to give a counterstrike. The Templar charged energy and lashed out a powerful Air Render at the Gladiator. The Gladiator avoided the strike with ease and began to charge energy in his Ogun Blade. He lashed out with a vertical strike with greater strength than before, which can probably break any intermediate type weapons if possible. However, the Templar brought his weapon up to block the strike. As soon as the blade connected, a loud clang echoed in the arena as sparks flew off of the spear. The Gladiator backed off, seeing as how his tactics failed.

"But…no imitation can withsstand that kind of a sstrike!" The gladiator said.

The Templar stood up again, looking to the cowering Gladiator. "Very true; no fake can withstand that. However, this is no imitation. This is the real thing! The legendary weapon, the Bangaa Spike, is now here before you!"

Everyone in the crowd could only gape as the Templar stood there, holding his Bangaa Spike up high for everyone to see as the almost Trident like weapon is there in the field of battle.