Inside the Domus Flau, a large colosseum-like building with the purpose of hosting Grand Magic Games, Mura found himself along with Kyuken and Zirconis, two green spirit balls where the blue one is that of an ancient samurai’s spirit, and the other being the spirit of an ancient dragon. What was he doing here today, though? Well, the colosseum was open for mages from around the country during the months that led up to other tournaments, so he wasn’t alone at all. In fact, a lot of wizards were found at the center, casually battling each other and stuff.
He wasn’t here to battle, though. He had found a seat at the sidelines, holding a smoothie and enjoying life like never before. After having gone through a hell of a lot, one missed these times where you could just drink smoothie, lean back and watch random people beat the living crap out of each other. “The big, black guy is going to win,” the samurai ghost commented, “He’s not even breaking a sweat, and look at his opponent! There’s a clear difference in performance and skill that even a 7-year old can see!”
Zirconis was, on the other hand, more confident in another duelist that was struggling with another wizard: “Hahaha! I bet this guy’s gonna rip that dark one’s limbs apart!”
He wasn’t here to battle, though. He had found a seat at the sidelines, holding a smoothie and enjoying life like never before. After having gone through a hell of a lot, one missed these times where you could just drink smoothie, lean back and watch random people beat the living crap out of each other. “The big, black guy is going to win,” the samurai ghost commented, “He’s not even breaking a sweat, and look at his opponent! There’s a clear difference in performance and skill that even a 7-year old can see!”
Zirconis was, on the other hand, more confident in another duelist that was struggling with another wizard: “Hahaha! I bet this guy’s gonna rip that dark one’s limbs apart!”