As Ryder walked through the moonlit streets, his newly purchased cloak flowed gently in the evening breeze; he observed the multitude of posters plastered haphazardly on walls and poles.
He pulled his hood lower, ensuring his face remained hidden. The best decision he could think of was hiding his face at all times since only a few people know his identity. His name is quite famous now, and as long as his face remains hidden, then it should be fine.
A particular poster caught his eye, the paper still fresh, unlike most of the other weather-beaten announcements surrounding it.
[Underlings Tournament
Every Tuesday and Friday
Organized at midnight
Location: undisclosed
Whoever defeats the champion goes home with the prize.
#10,000 Terra gold coin.]
"They'll be organizing it today," Ryder thought inwardly, mentally calculating the hours until midnight. "It's Tuesday."
