Slowly, I regain consciousness and realize I am on the ground.
I quickly get up.
-Huh!?
My eyes come into focus, and I notice that I am no longer in my room, but instead in a forest.
Fully awake, with strength returning to my body, I decide to take my first step, but suddenly, a gust of wind strikes me forcefully.
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I feel that something is missing, my arm begins to heat up. I look at my left arm, and it is no longer there.
-Aaaaah!
-M-my arm!!!
The pain is unbearable, blood pours out rapidly, forming a pool on the ground.
I fall to my knees, unable to think straight, my eyes slowly losing focus.
Suddenly, in front of me, a floating arm appears, which I immediately recognize.
-(Is that my torn-off arm!?)
-(What is happening!?)
I try to stand up, even with pain and rage, searching for the one responsible for this. But all I see is my arm simply floating, and then it vanishes before my eyes.
Frightened, I assume a defensive stance.
Suddenly, another gust of wind approaches me. I turn my head toward the sound, but only feel the impact of the wind hitting my body.
I lose my balance, realizing that my left leg has disappeared.
My eyes widen, trembling with despair.
I try to think of something that will save me.
-(What is this thing!? My arm was here a second ago and then vanished... Now my leg too! Could it be invisible? Too fast?)
-(What do I do!?)
I hear the sound of leaves rustling. I turn toward the sound, and see a massive green paw about to strike my head.
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The feared assassin, Silent, lands a punch to the stomach of the lion king, Myjor, who is dragged several meters backward.
Myjor charges forward at extreme speed and kicks at Silent's face, but misses. Silent advances, raising the palm of his hand and striking Myjor's stomach once again.
The impact pushes him even farther away, but Myjor's feet remain firmly planted on the ground.
He spits blood and raises his head.
-You miserable bastard!
Myjor lunges forward in fury. Silent trembles and vanishes; the king's eyes seem to follow his movements, and he becomes faster.
Silent reappears, but is struck in the stomach.
He is sent flying backward, but his body twists in midair and he lands on his feet.
Silent clenches his fists and then opens them, releasing several bolts of electricity.
Myjor dodges every attack and rushes in for a counterattack.
When they meet, Myjor attempts to punch him, but Silent's hand slides beneath the king's wrist and redirects his punch upward.
Immediately, Silent raises his leg, striking at his neck. Myjor blocks with his forearm, but the retractable claws on Silent's foot extend, causing a grazing wound on his neck.
Both step back.
Myjor touches the newly opened wound.
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Myjor looks at Silent.
-Grrrrrrrr!!!!
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An elderly fox announces in a firm voice.
-Ladies and Gentlemen! Today, at this very moment, the first Martial Arts Tournament will be held!!!
He raises his arm.
-On one side, we have the most resilient human, who proved himself worthy of standing among the strongest!
-Naaaaagarooooooo!
The audience erupts… in boos.
Nagaro.
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Nagaro steps into the arena.
A stone hits his head, but it does not shake him.
He draws in a breath.
-(Calm down…).
A bear in the audience throws a tomato.
The tomato rolls across the ground. Nagaro steps on it and slips, falling flat on his back.
Nagaro.
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The audience.
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Nagaro remains motionless, eyes fixed, staring at the sky.
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The audience.
-Get out of there!!
-He slipped on a tomato?!
-That can't be possible!
-He could only be a weak human!!!
-How can a fighter fall so shamefully?!
Others in the middle of the crowd begin to laugh.
-What a disgrace! What a disgrace!
-Get out of there, you stupid human!
A vein pops on Nagaro's forehead.
He slowly gets up, brushes off his clothes, and stares at the crowd.
He points his finger.
-Hah! The real beasts here are you, you bunch of zoo animals!!!
The audience.
-What did you say, filthy human?!
-I'm going to kill you!
Nagaro looks at the individuals.
-Bring it on, then!
Suddenly, the entire audience rushes toward him.
Nagaro widens his eyes.
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Nagaro runs.
-But I didn't mean for everyone to come, nooo!!!
-Heeelp!!!
The elderly fox and Nagaro's opponent watch him running and disappearing on the horizon, followed by the furious crowd.
The fox looks at the rulebook in his hand.
Then, he looks back toward the horizon.
-Does this count as a forfeit?
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