"Hey, John, doesn't Amon Britannia seem kind of familiar to you?"
"Yeah, the hair and eyes are different but other than that he's almost like a carbon copy of James."
"You don't think that maybe they're the same person do you?"
I ponder Ben's words.
I mean it's possible, after all we were summoned here. It could be that he was reincarnated.
The only thing with that is that he'd still be a baby if that was the case.
"Never mind that why's he so powerful? We haven't even seen him move in this tournament. He steps into the ring and the other guy either passes out or just outright dies."
Anne's less concerned about the possibility that Amon could be James and more concerned with his ridiculous amount of power.
"He probably just has eighty million power in rise of kingdoms like those guys from the ads."
James, if it really is him I wonder if we could convince him to join our side.
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She's dead. My little sister is dead.
Apparently she suffered a heart attack.
I'm only eight years old and I've already lost both my siblings.
Not that it bothers me. Nothing does anymore.
The only thing that hasn't left me is the constant pain of my cursed life.
"Why couldn't it have been you that died!"
The old man's angry with me for not dying.
"Well I'd prefer a girl, but you'll have to do!"
He forces my head into the ground and removes my clothes.
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I stare Circe dead in the eyes as I stand across from her.
She's strong, no doubt about it.
Though she's nothing much physically.
The bell rang to begin the fight.
I drop back and place a hand on Maken's hilt while she prepared a spell.
She'll most likely open with a bolt of dark lightning.
She unleashed her spell only for me to slice the dark magic in half.
"Impressive."
She smiles as she prepares another spell. This time choosing to do an area attack.
She stomped her foot on the ground and pitch black flames erupted throughout the arena.
The main brunt of the attack formed a tornado with me in the centre.
This is nothing. Magiya's frozen flame was way more powerful than this.
I sliced through the tornado and placed Maken back in it's sheathe before slowly walking towards Circe.
Her smile faltered at my slow advance and sweat drips down her face.
She thrust her hand forwards and a spike made from a shadow erupts from the ground and rushes towards me, the intent to pierce through my chest.
I catch it with one hand and grip down, breaking it apart.
She begins throwing lightning towards me only for it to get effortlessly dodged.
I slowly draw my blade and walk past her.
She turns around to face me.
"You didn't do anything."
I sheathe my blade as a thin trickle of blood rolls down her cheek before opening wider to reveal a large cut across her face.
"You'd be wise to surrender. I don't want to have to hurt you any further."
"It would seem I've lost. I won't go any further for this tournament, such actions would be foolish. I surrender. You win."
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That was a good fight.
Looks like it's my turn now.
Leon, wait for me in the Semi-finals, I won't lose to this John guy.
I walk down the corridor towards the arena as Leon walks back.
"I'll be waiting for you."
We slap each other's hands as we walk past the other.
"I won't lose. I promise"
I step into the sun light and face John who stands across the arena with a bored look on his face.
I feel the blood rushing through my veins and my heart racing in anticipation.
I'll wipe that bored expression off your face. Just you wait.