Reinhardt could only be described as chaotic. Thousands of people littered the outside of it's enormous gates as they each wished to get into the famed city of the Imperium.
However, even within the chaos going on the people outside the city stood in a neat line. The City was not famous for anything as the slightest of disturbance would lead to heavy consequences.
This could be witnessed by a guard confronting a rather fat man.
"Hmph, do you not know me. I am Rahkester the Mayor of Mansttuala. I will not stand in a line with these plebians. Do you hear me?" The Fat man - Rahkester exclaimed.
"I have not heard of you nor the place you speak of. Social status does not matter in this city. You are either to stand inline or else..." The guard stopped talking letting the imaginations of all hearing run wild following his last statement.
Social status did matter. No matter where it was It did matter. However, nobody knew of this rak- whatever of nowhere so it was a perfect opportunity for the city guard to promote the reputation of the city.
Although it may have been something insignificant, when a city guard promoted a city's reputation to thousands of people entering daily who would later spread It was significant.
"I have come here to watch the tournament yet you stand in front of me. Where is your superiors. I wish to speak with them. Is this how a famed city -"
Annoyed by the fat man's constant jabbering. The City guard raised his halberd intending to strike the fat man. However a voice soon sounded out.
"Manym what are you doing?" The voice spoke. It was slow however it had an unmistakable authority within it.
Manym turned around to see the newly promoted head Guard of Reinhardt. Gavin Auguste.
"Sir this person Who calls himself Rahksta - Something the Mayor of Mansttuala here is not listening to orders and is disrupting everyone here."
Upon hearing Manym speak the experts gathered in front of the gates nodded in agreement. If it wasn't for the fat Man there would have two men at the gates instead of one and the process of getting into the city to see the tournament would quicken.
"Hmm, I understand the situation, Manym go help Septum guard the gates. I will deal with the situation here." Gavin said.
"Yes Sir." Replied Manym.
"Finally someone who understands. You must be their leader correct. Good now I want you to let me in and think about what you will compensate me for wasting my time.
What arrogance. Gavin thought. However, considering where this man originated from, it was not surprising. Mansttuala was a small town in the northern parts if the Imperium. It may have been a small town however it was famous due to its heritage.
Three legendary figures had been born in this town and all of them had put the town on the world map. The King Of Nine had been the first, he had been one of the main contributors to ending the Ancient war. However he had passed away in the war and could not expand his beloved town.
The Saed King came next. He was a man that roamed the continent and had thousands of disciples. Some of whom had their legacies intact to this day.
Roaming the continent he had no interest in further building the town. He had soon went missing and nobody had ever heard of him since then.
The Black Queen had been the last of the Legendary figures. She had created one of the most powerful espionage organisations in the her time and it had many spies in thousands of realms.
However following her death that was caused by one of the spies the organisation collapsed.
Mansttuala had still tugged on the reputation of these three and always attempted to put themselves on the world map once more.
However, today they were known for their Arrogance that was as condescending as a Royal Prince.
Gavin looked at the fat man with disdain. Even when these legendary figures existed the Auguste Clan was powerhouse that they couldn't come near to. So his arrogance that he thought justified was in the eyes of Gavin ridiculous.
"You should know we are a powerle-"
Interrupting the fat man's constant gibbering Gavin said. "Sir this is Reinhardt not where you come from so I will give you two choices. One: you leave and we forget what transpired here. Two: I personally strike you down and kill you right this moment."
His voice cold and emotionless at the same time Gavin said while glaring at the man.
Seeing Gavins Emotionless eyes the fat Man seem to know he was not joking.
"Haha all a big misunderstanding, I'll just go stand back in the line and won't cause you any trouble any more." The fat man said.
An ice sword mad out of mana travelled through the air at extremely fast speeds cutting the fat man's head off. His last expression was of the fake smile that he maintained a Second ago.
"Let this remain a warning. be it spectators of the tournament or warriors participating. Follow the Rules.
After all you are in Reinhardt."