Today was the start of the Annual Drachnum Tournament's preliminary matches. I was back in the city of Helvid, where the application stand was located.
"You know the drill?" Ohma asked me.
"Yeah. I got it."
Helvid was bustling today, and the line of applicants extended for almost a mile. Ohma and I have been waiting all day, and it wasn't until now that we finally made it to the front, where a demon woman stood behind a desk.
I said, "My name is Ohma Karlan, the Berserk King."
The people behind me gasped.
"THE Ohma is back?" somebody whispered.
"I thought he had retired!"
Honestly, I didn't think the whole "Berserk King" title was necessary, but Ohma insisted that I included it with the full name. Sure, it sounded kinda badass, but saying it out loud made me cringe a little bit.
"Alright, sir," the woman said. "Please hold out your hand so I may confirm your Origin Sequence."
