A week passed quickly, and soon it was Saturday.
The glow of distant moons reflected on the faces of young and old gathered on the outskirts of the city, next to a large forest, where everyone wore expressions of happiness and enthusiasm.
These days, the city was celebrating its anniversary, and today marked exactly 1,030,300 years since its founding. New Year's decorations joined the splendid anniversary decorations, adorning even the carriages, horses, and all kinds of domestic animals in the city.
In this case, those gathered on the outskirts of the city were just waiting for the Martial Arts Tournament to begin. Today was the first phase: Conquer the Golden Ape Forest.
One of the elders stepped forward to speak.
"All those present, both natives of our glorious city and foreigners from distant kingdoms or cities, seek one thing: physical strength. The glory of martial arts. The understanding of true power, that which resides within us and depends entirely on us."
