There was some applause as most of them didn't really care as the Announcer goes on to introduce the other prestigious academies.
Bloodhound Academy from the Western Archipelago
Huang Lue Academy from the Eastern Archipelago
Silvermend Academy from the Central Archipelago
And finally, Haven Academy from the Southern Archipelago
These five academies have consistently placed the top three, if not then it was just tough luck for any of the prestigious academies. The Announcer would go on to introduce the rest of the other academies, taking about an hour to introduce every academy in the world.
"Alright folks! Each academy will be given a random number from their screens!" The announcer speaks into the microphone, a small drone floating down to Korvos as a number is being scrambled.
"Let's hope it's not 81 this time…" Korvos sighs.
As the number randomizes, it abruptly stops as it makes a ding! Sound, the ding was a very good indicator as Ayameko, Kimura and Naoki came walking over, wondering what that sound was.
"What is it?" Kimura asks Erudis, Korvos and Suharu.
"Just getting our numbers, the event seems to be starting sooner than I thought." Suharu replies.
"Well, what's our number?" Ayameko bumps into the conversation, looking at them from behind.
"35." Korvos replied, the number displayed on the drone's screen.
Just as their number was displayed it was quickly matched up with another academy, putting them already in the lineup without any hesitation. Kimura looks at the drone as he sees the academy that they're put up against.
"You and those two got this one, right?" Korvos asks Kimura.
"Huh? Oh sure, why?" Kimura replied confused.
"Just wondering." Korvos softly smiles.
Kimura looks at the name they're up against as they were up against Urosaki Academy from the Northern Archipelago. Without wasting any time, the drone also showed the brackets for this annual tournament.
Each bracket was split up into four sections, each section had one representative of each archipelago academy participating except for the southern academy who was one academy short. Kimura scanned their placement as they were in the top left section, the first ones to fight as they were fighting against Braxen Academy.
"Braxen?" Kimura said with a tilted head.
"Dingoes (Harsh slang for Western Espers)."
"Dingoes? Huh…" Kimura silently watched the drone fly off.
With the drone flying off, Kimura and the others began to get ready for their fights, warming up with stretches and simple stuff. Kimura hopped a bit bouncing left to right as he moved his arms around, rolling his neck around as he transitions into a quick one-two punch.
"So, you're going up first Kimura?" Korvos questioned him.
"Oh, aren't you going first since you're the monarch?" Kimura replies.
"I would normally, but you seem rather energetic today." He adds on.
"Ah, I mean I wouldn't mind." Kimura replied looking at Korvos.
"Great, we'll be rooting for you."
"Thanks."
Before Kimura heads towards the fighting area, Ayameko suddenly shouts, "Hey dummy!" catching Kimura's attention as she tossed him a pair of fingerless gloves.
"What's this for?" Kimura questioned it, looking at the pair of fingerless gloves.
"To protect your knuckles." Ayameko quickly replies.
"Ah…I guess."
Kimura wasn't going to say no to some kind of extra protection as he probably thinks it won't last long either way, he puts them on as he tightens the strap around his wrist before waving bye to his group. Tomoyo was still a bit drowsy as Erudis, Suharu, Korvos and Naoki waved back. Ayameko just kept her arms crossed as she leaned against the porch beam, looking down onto the ring.
***
Kimura began walking towards the middle as he remembered he still had his medical patch on. I should take this off later… Kimura looked as he saw the announcer and his opponent already standing in the middle.
"Sorry for keeping you two waiting."
"Ah its fine, now I'll be announcing the both of you. How about you tell me your names." The Announcer politely asks.
"Kimura Makoto."
"Hei'Kahra (Hei-Kah-rah) Kimmuel (Kim-mu-el)"
"Kimura Makoto and Hei'Kahra Kimmuel, but Kimura, yours is spelt in the old-world style, right?" The Announcer asks.
"Yeah, old-world style. (Old world is last name then first name)"
"And yours?" The Announcer looks at Hei'Kahra.
"New-World, Kimmel Hei'Kahra (New-World is last name and then first name)."
"Alright, best of luck you two." The Announcer smiles at them as he backs up a few feet.
As the announcer starts his long monologue to the wide audience, Kimura took this opportunity to look at his opponent, a tall girl standing around 5ft 6inches, her body was very fit as far as he could tell, the western did wear a different style of clothing as he examined her legs, seeing their muscular build Kimura then took into thought everything he needed to know.
An excellent sprinter…Maybe an Excellent fighter at that…no…those muscles scream hunter…Shit…
After a little while the Announcer began to wrap up his monologue, putting my fist out to her as a sign of respect. She smirked as she did the same as we tap fists as the both of us then took a couple steps back from the middle.
"Ready!!!" The announcer hypes up the fight.
Meanwhile, both got into their fighting stances, Kimura then keeps his hands down, lightly bouncing off the ground with his feet as he moves at a small rhythm. Hei'Kahra however took a slightly lowered crouched stance, a knee touching the ground as if it looked like an animal ready to lunge at any moment.
Both fighters glared at each other as a spectator was surprised at Kimura's stance. His arms crossed as one of their assailants looked over at him.
"What is it?" The person asked.
"Nothing…Just wasn't expecting someone to using a boxing stance right out the gate…" The man spoke as he suddenly smirked.
"At least someone here knows how to box…" The man chuckles a bit.
"FIIIGHT!!!" The announcer shouts into his microphone.
Right when the announcer shouted to fight, Hei'Kahra lunged forward with killer intent, however Kimura wasn't fazed as he stood his ground widening his stance as he raises his guard up with a smirk. Both fighters then threw opposing hooks, clashing fists with intense force as it causes gusts of wind to manifest from the shockwave.
A bait stance…Didn't use that on me huh… Ayameko watched, unfazed by the gust of wind from the shockwave as she just lightly smirks.