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The roar of the crowd was hard to miss, even in the capital city. Sayuri’s feet carried on through to the arena, past the heat of busy kitchens and the many shuffling feet. A man ran into her, rudely pushing her aside. Frowning, she heard him mutter under his breath.

“Stupid officials and their rules, who do they think they are…”

Shaking her head, she made her way to what she assumed was the registrations desk. The princess didn’t have the time to speak as the man at the desk dismissed her immediately.

“Sorry, lady. There are no more seats available to spectate the tournament.”

Huffing, she pushed her hat down over her eyes, voice commanding.

“I want to compete.”

The man choked and straightened.

“R-right! Well you’re in luck, there is a vacancy, one of our fighters just dropped out of the tournament.”

Sayuri nodded, inquisitive.

“Was that the unruly man that just passed by here by any chance?”

“Yes, well I suppose not everyone is chalked up to be in the competition. Go upstairs to your left, the Promoter should be present. Ask him any questions you need.”

With that, Sayuri took a few steps to the left and moved forward until her cane hit the end of stairs. Ascending slowly, she took in the sounds of the arena. Cheerful music was playing, loud drums, cymbals and the shamisen. She heard firecrackers, giggling companion girls, the clanking of glasses at the bar and plates being stacked on top of each other. It was a lot to take in, seeing as her time in the palace was mainly quiet and stiff.

Sayuri smiled despite all the hardships she had come across in the past year. She was never allowed to be outside the palace save for the rare times she had sneaked out with her younger brother. She had experienced cooking for herself, cleaning, working the fields and gathering supplies. Walking towards her destination, she ran into some cloth banners, slightly disoriented, but summarised that she was going the right way when a jolly voice called out to her.

“Ah, you must be the fresh challengist!” the Promoter had a very welcoming aura but she was confused by his strange talk.

“Don’t you mean ‘challenger’?” she crossed her arms.

“Now now, it is not my fault if you cannot comprehencise the intricastix of my sophisticated speech.”

Sighing, she ignored the urge to correct him, learning that she needed to compete now and this moron was free to make a fool of himself as much as he liked.

“First things first, what is your name?”

“S…Sayuri.”

The Promoter stamped his foot on the floorboards, seemingly unimpressed with her answer. Startled, she straightened her robes a little to hide her nervousness.

“We need something excitable! Something that really gets the crowds going. How about, Sayuri of the Closed Fist? Raging Dragon? The Whispering Blade?”

She smirked, coming to a decision instantly.

“Let’s go with The Whispering Blade.”

***

Her first bout against a group of martial arts students went swimmingly, as expected. She found out from the Promoter that the tournament worked in tiers, from Bronze to Gold. She would have to face challenges of increasing difficulty and then the champion of the tier, in order to move on. Before her fights, she made sure to pull her weapons out of her Armiger, away from the prying eyes of civilians. The princess had to make sure that she did not use any of the unique skills of her bloodline, lest she was found out.

She climbed the ranks, her mind wavering from the calm she had built. Sometimes, it was difficult to hear what direction her opponents were coming from. The loud cheers and instruments threw her off balance, but she persevered against trained mercenaries, twin fighters from the South, advanced martial arts students and even tamed beasts from the Badlands. Her progress didn’t go unnoticed by the corrupt officials however and they had a plan for her.

Sayuri was making plans for her fight against the Silver champion, hissing as she felt the curatives work their magic. Her last challenger was a foreign woman who wielded flaming chakrams and she had gotten too close to the fire when she had parried her. Sighing, she flexed her fingers ensuring the burns had disappeared and bandaged her wounds. Taking a sip of her water flask she wiped her brow of sweat.

Thankfully, with every win she had been given gold for entertaining the spectators.

“Whispering Blade! There has been a change of plans. You are to face a different challenge instead of the Silver champion!” she recognised the Promoter’s voice.

“Who ordered this?”

“The Taskmaster. He is… a generous contributor to the arena.”

Thinking nothing of it, the princess made her way to the ring, the door locking behind her. After all, what was another fight to the top? Snapping out of her thoughts, she listened attentively for her introduction, noting it was a different voice from the usual announcer.

“Now do I have a surprise for everyone here!” his voice was smooth like honey, which betrayed something else, “It has been exciting that our newcomer has such ease with her opponents, but does she have the mettle to make it into the Gold tier?”

The crowd went wild as she heard the metal gate on her right open.

“I give to you Whispering Blade, versus one never seen before, the Ayakashi!”
Sayuri felt her blood grow cold and the hands around her dagger tremble. Every fibre of her being, her magic, was telling her to run. She had experienced this feeling of dread once, when she was a little girl and had strayed too far into the woods. It was the unmistakable presence of a Daemon.

Somehow, she was glad she couldn’t look upon the hideous creature before her. It was unnatural, an abomination of nature. Something that should not be. Taking deep breaths, she fell into a familiar guarded stance. No teleport-striking, no calling upon strange entities, she just had to trust in herself and her dagger.

I'm really loving it so far! So glad that you decided to fill it!

Yeah, tournament time! I like the Promoter (I'm reminded of Redd White from Ace Attorney but less evil).

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