The Mailbird glided across the skies. It avoided stage hazards and stray attacks with grace. That was, until a bullet fire missed its target and clipped the bird's wing. It fell into the trees, letters scattering every which way. Three, all caught in the same gust of wind, glided to the front door of a lone Kingdom just on the outer borders of the Mushroom Kingdom. And they were only noticed when they were crushed.

"Hm? What could this be?"

The letter was in a yellowed envelope, a red seal holding it shut. He broke the seal and removed its yellowed paper.

"Dear great fighter,

I've sent this to inform you that there is going to be a showdown between other great fighters like you. If you make it to the championship, you will fight the champion, Sephiroth. There is a great reward for those who become the new champion. I will see you there.

Keep fighting, Ed Sawn Brown"

"What an interesting proposal! Oh? There is more on the back." He flipped it over.

"One last thing, you may ask a great fighter nearby, if there is any, about more details. There are plenty of newcomers, so you have no need to stress about not understanding the rules just yet. You will be put in a room with two others, and will spend your days there; so pack everything you need."

"A battle tournament, you say? Well, now I am amused! First you had my eye, now you have my attention! Wait until Olly hears about this!"

He picked up the other two letters and brought them inside. He handed one to the advisor on his way past, then entered the throne room with a bow.

"Oh? What's that?" Olly motioned towards the letter. "Can I see it?"

He handed it to Olly.

"You may be excused," he told the Toad in the room.

The Toad left, and he stood and walked to Olly's throne. "It seems like fate, my King. Perhaps we should go. We did all miss the fun of adventure, no?"

"Hm...It does seem interesting. Maybe we should check it out. Fawful?"

Fawful, his advisor, hurried inside the throne room. "Yes, Olly?" He bowed.

"Did you get one of these as well?"

He nodded.

"Then sobeit. Looks like we're going to this battle arena. Oh? What's this?"

"What is the matter, sire?" He asked.

"It says that we have three days maximum to get there. But, there is an address, so that must be the championship place."

"Well, it was not there yesterday. We still have two days to prepare."

"Alright. This seems like fun. Let's try this out!"