Midori and Moll looked at each other before Moll turned away, a casual smile on his face.
Moll: Well, you better go talk to that grandson of yours. I've been hearing all sorts of activity in there.
Midori: Very well, and you have an ally you must go encourage before combat.
Moll: I doubt he needs my encouragement much, but I might as well give him some.
Moll walked away as Midori faced the door, hearing murmuring on the other side. He reached forward before opening the door before him. The sight before him didn't bring even a slight feeling of surprise.
Kuro: Fucker, the only reason you got this far is because of those mechanical legs!
Quintin: How about you shut the fuck up? I only came here to get a bit of a check up before I go back to my own doctor.
Kuro: Trying to run away, bitch?
Quintin: How about I beat your ass into the ground again?
Tico: Can you two not bicker for a single moment?
The nurse in the infirmary tried desperately to calm down the two fighters, Tico slowly getting out of bed with bandages all over his body. Kuro pulled back a fist before a hand abruptly went between himself and Quintin.
Midori: I think that's just enough, Kuro.
Kuro: Wha-? Grandpa? What the fuck are you doing here?!
Quintin: This old dude is your grandpa? He better not be here to help you, cause I'm willing to put both of you six feet under.
A hand was placed on Quintin's shoulder, Quintin looking back to see Tico standing behind him.
Tico: You got the paperwork and checkup you came here for, right? Don't get in the way of family matters.
Quintin scoffed before pulling his shoulder out of Tico's grip. Placing his hands in his pockets, he walked out of the infirmary. Raising a middle finger to the others.
Quintin: I can't stick around with some round one losers.
The door slammed shut, the nurse let out a sigh before bowing to Tico, Tico rubbing the back of his head before turning and going back to his bed.
Tico: Your grandson recovered quickly. He was moments from just running out of here by the time I came in.
Midori turned to face Kuro, who was already looking away with an annoyed look on his face.
Midori: Did you happen to catch the latest match?
Kuro: What was there to catch? Fuckers going fast? I could do that much.
Midori: The level of skill between yourself and them is far too grand. You easily have the physical capabilities to compare, but with how you are now, you would be nothing but dead meat to them.
Kuro: What?! What's so special about that Bellthorne bastard anyway?! I've mastered my Release far more than his, yet you act as if he's better than me!
Midori: Because he is. From what I can tell, you haven't been evaluating any of the matches past your own to improve your own traits. This is why Jason is someone you can never hope to reach.
Kuro's eye twitched, his fists tightening, but Midori placed the back of his hand on Kuro's chest. Kuro couldn't feel a single bit of malice in Midori's touch. All he could do was grit his teeth.
Midori: If you wish to improve, watch every match from here on closely. That will be the only way you can hope to evolve. Correct that childishness of yours and you will begin to bear fruit to your true potential.
Midori turned around, Kuro's head dropping. Midori left the infirmary quietly. Kuro's eyes were covered by his hair before a sound departed from his lips.
Kuro: Nurse, turn on the tv. I need to watch the next match.
…
Hamadeen stood in the hallway, throwing jabs in the air with a determined look on his face.
Moll: Looks like someone is prepared for his fight.
Hamadeen stopped his jabs, turning to face Moll walking up to him. Moll threw a water bottle that he promptly caught.
Hamadeen: Moll, what are you doing here?
Moll: A buddy of mine said I should be here to support you. I know you aren't someone that needs that, but I might as well show that I'm watching. I bet Joseph is too, wherever he is.
Hamadeen: Thank you. I never expected my match would come so soon, but Jason and Vector were fast enough to end the match in no time. So if I want to best Jason, I'll show what I'm made of here. Arachna or not, I'll show no mercy to my opponent.
Moll: Now that's what I like to hear. But I'd look outside if I were you. Looks like they're about to start.
Hamadeen eyes opened wide, uncapping the bottle before taking a quick swig of it. He threw it back to Moll before tightening the bandages around his fists.
Hamadeen: Alright, I'm ready.
Zachary: AFTER SUCH A QUICK MATCH, WE REALIZED HOW QUICKLY THESE FIGHTERS WOULD FINALLY APPEAR! THE FIRST TO ARRIVE TO THE SCENE IS THIS MAN! IF YOU ASKED ME WHAT I THINK THE MOST PRACTICAL AND ENTERTAINING MARTIAL ARTS IS, I WOULD HAVE TO SAY BOXING WITHOUT A DOUBT! AND THIS MAN HAS SHOWN HIS PROWESS IN BOXING! A MAN WITH THE STRENGTH OF NO OTHER! STANDING IN AT 180 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 70 KILOGRAMS, COMING IN WITH FIFTEEN WINS AND NO LOSSES. PLEASE WELCOME "THE CHUPACABRA" HAMADEEN HAMEEEEEED!!!
Hamadeen walked out into the ring, his fists clenched and a determined look on his face. The audience broke out into a cheer when his name was called.
Moll: Show them what you're made of, Hamadeen.
Zachary: AND HIS OPPONENT IS THIS MAN! WHAT MARTIAL ARTS DO I BELIEVE RIVALS BOXING IN ITS POPULARITY? IT WOULD HAVE TO BE NO OTHER THAN KARATE! KARATE IS TRULY A MARTIAL ARTS THAT WHEN YOU STAND NEAR THE PEAK, IT TRULY BECOMES AN ART, A BEAUTY TO THE EYE! AND THIS FIGHTER IS EASILY A MASTER OF IT! STANDING IN AT 172 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 73 KILOGRAMS! COMING IN WITH 67 WINS AND 5 LOSSES! PLEASE WELCOME "THE KING OF KARATEKAS" SIMON LUNAAAAAAAZZZ!!!
Simon walked into the ring, his long ponytail swaying behind him. Just from a simple glance, the training of his whole body was clear to anyone that witnessed him. He wore a single sleeve that went up to his shoulder and down to his wrist.
Simon's thoughts: I'll be the next Arachna to join Shun, Magnus, and Daymond in the next round.
Simon and Hamadeen opposed one another, staring into one another's eyes.
Hamadeen's thoughts: He's a bit shorter than I imagined. But I'll fight him seriously no matter what.
Kusari stood in the stands, scoffing as Ronald laughed next to him.
Ronald: King of Karatekas, eh? Kekeke, looks like your nature of being a rookie crusher makes you an ant compared to him.
Kusari: Shut up, Ronald. I've fought Simon once before, and let me tell you, his skill is something else entirely. I thought using weapons was only logical, but that man's body is a weapon.
Ronald: How so?
Pablo: Can't you tell? He's conditioned all over.
Pedro: He's probably gone through some tough training to manage to get a body like that.
Kusari: If I had to bet my money on anyone, it would be him. He's someone who brings true pride to karate.
Simon stared at Hamadeen before stretching his fist out.
Simon: I have no idea how boxer's do, but I've seen some bump fists before a match. So I'll show you this much respect.
Hamadeen nodded before connecting his own fist with Simon's. Both fighter's faces lit up when their fists connected.
Simon and Hamadeen's thoughts: This guy… he's strong!