Just as Jamar run towards the tower gate, 2 guards with staffs stop him.
Jamar: Hey, why are you stopping me?
Guard 1: Don't you see the sign?! *Points at a hologram* It says no competitors AFTER 12:00!
Jamar turns his head, looking at a giant clock on a tall grey building, seeing it's a few seconds past 12.
Jamar: *Turns his head back to the guard* ARE YOU SERIOUS! I'm only a few seconds late!
Guard 1: So! It's still after 12.
Jamar: I travelled 10 miles just to get here, so please let me in.
Guard 2: Sorry kid, rules are rules.
Guard 1: Kid, if you don't leave right now, *lifts his staff* we'll remove you by force.
Jamar: *Sighs* I understand.
He walks off feeling sad and angry, then turns his head seeing the guards watching him.
Jamar: (Ah man, I've always wanted to go to the tournament and I blew it. I shouldn't have slept for so long.)
*Hears a familiar voice*
???: Hey! Why do you look so sad son?
Jamar: Huh?
He turns his head, seeing a man wearing a white suit and grey jeans at the entrance of a bar.
Jamar: Oh, hey dad. *Walks towards him*
Dad: What's wrong? Let me guess, you are not allowed inside the tower because you were late. Am I correct?
Jamar: Yeah, but only by a few seconds.
Dad: *laughs* Is it really?!
Jamar: *yells* Hey it's not funny!
Dad: Sorry, *calms down* just only a few seconds. That's deep.
Jamar goes inside the bar and sits down
Jamar: Ah well, guess I'm gonna have to wait for 4 years.
Dad: *Chuckles and rubs his hair* follow me.
His dad bends down, taking a piece off the wooden floor and pushing a button. Then in front of him, the floor goes down and forming stairs.
Jamar: Wait, since when did you have a basem-
*His dad cuts into his speech*
Dad: Just be quiet and follow me.
He goes down the stairs and Jamar watches in confusion, not sure whether to follow him or not. But he gets up and follows him any ways.
Jamar: *looks around* (There's a lot of flame touches and tunnels down here, how come I've never noticed this?) W-where are we going?
His dad says nothing and walks on. As they walk onward, a light slowly shines in at the end of the tunnel like a door is opening. After a while, they exit the tunnel being in a small room and the wall behind them closes.
Jamar: T-this is?!
Dad: Mhm, it's the tournament of potency.
He looks people walking, seeing 10 stone statues of fighters
Jamar: (I didn't think the inside would be this big and cool, considering how small and dull it looks on the outside.) D-dad, w-we could get into trouble for sneaking in.
Dad: *laughs* I might, but you won't.
Jamar: What do you mean?
Dad: What I mean is, I've signed you in as a competitor.
Jamar: *says with excitement* R-really?! Thanks dad.
Dad: Anytime. *Smiles*
Jamar looks at a curved path that has red carpet along the floor, then looks up, noticing a sign saying "competitors room A".
Jamar: I'll try my best to win.
Dad: I know you will, now go have some fun.
He nods and runs along the path.