**LEGION TOURNAMENT** the sign said.
This might be interesting, I thought, as I looked towards the field. Men in armor, on horses, men with spears, swords and bows where all in the field, looking at each other. There where a few men wearing only loose fitting padded clothes.
"Whats all this about??" I asked a young boy standing nearby.
"Its the Legion Tournament!! Only the greatest fighting contest in all of Japanatica!! All the best fighters are here!!" said the young boy.
"Really?? Combat eh?? Are there any unarmed combat categories??" I asked
"YES THERE IS Pelon-san!! Look, over there!!"
I looked over to one corner of the field, where men where practicing all sorts of combat moves. A few where sparring with other fighters. I decided to walk over and take a look.
Quite a few of the fighters assembled in the field gave me strange looks. My stance on fighting was well-known in Japanatica, since I was one of the founders of the Zenedoshou. Fighting was something we did not approve of.
Well, mindless offensive fighting. Self-defense was, unfourtunatly, a survival skill in Japanatica.
I noticed all the hand-to-hand fighting was made up of the crude, yet brutally effective techniques taught to the Japanatican soldiers. Enphasis was made on strength and power, and most of the fighters here where large brutes, strong and very ugly.
"Lookit the Zenedo fool!!" An earless toothless man shouted out. I turned around and stared him down. I walked over.
"Ill see you in the ring sir..." and walked away.
I never thought Id would get a chance to show the defensive fighting techniques I had been working on for all those years after getting the desk job at the Ministry. I had never been a large or strong man, but years of swimming in the river, meditation and running had made me into a somewhat of an athlete. Since fighting was so common un Japanatica, I had decided to try and learn a way to defend myself, but without falling into the punch-his-teeth-out style still taught to the warriors of Japanatica.
As I walked up to the signup sheet I seemed to notice a familiar face under a the dark face mask of the man who had just signed up before me.
I looked at the name: CivGeneral.
My boss at the Ministry. Great. Oh well, this might be my only chance to get back at him.
I signed on.
WAIT!! HOW IS IT WE CAN:
Ride Horses, use Bows, and WRITE if we dont have Horseback Riding, Warrior Code or Alphabet yet??
I want my money backkkkk
