Chapter 10 – Opening Ceremony of Legends
The laughter contest was still in full swing.
Shao Moon, now completely immersed in his story, was dramatically recounting the time he accidentally unleashed the Silent Wind Technique inside an elevator at the Training Tower…
“…and the next thing I knew,” he said, gesturing grandly,
“everyone on the third floor collapsed.”
Zedwan nearly choked again.
Liu Kei was wiping tears from his eyes.
Danny had turned away, shoulders shaking.
Then—
A small blur in black sprinted toward them.
A tiny ninja boy, no older than eight, skidded to a breathless halt.
“Master Troy!” he gasped.
“The tournament is about to begin!”
He straightened, trying to look official despite panting.
“The announcer requests all masters to report to the main stage for the opening address!”
Troy rose, still dabbing at tears from excessive laughter.
“Well then…” he muttered.
His expression shifted.
The playful warmth faded.
The master returned.
“Time to be serious again.”
He glanced at the others.
“Everyone—try to look charismatic.”
Moments later, they stepped onto the main platform.
The arena had transformed.
Students. Trainees. Foreign guests. Beast warriors.
Thousands of eyes now focused on the grand stage beneath the glowing sky.
At its center stood the announcer—robes shimmering like liquid light, voice booming with ceremonial fire.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
“Welcome to the Annual Grand Tournament of Unified Martial Disciplines!”
“This historic event is proudly hosted by
The Palace of Lysa,
The Kingdom of Middle Wildland,
The Cloud Dojo,
and the leading training branches across the continent!”
He raised a hand dramatically.
“Let us welcome the highest representatives of the combat world…”
“…for the opening declarations!”
Zedwan Kein
Zedwan stepped forward.
Calm.
Commanding.
His gaze swept across the sea of warriors.
“Assalamualaikum… and peace to all fighters and supporters of the martial path.”
“I am Zedwan—Ruler of Middle Wildland,
former primary disciple of Grandmaster Sein.”
He paused, voice steady yet resonant.
“Today, I stand not only as an ????er…”
“…but as one who wishes to see every battle fought with fairness, dignity, and spirit.”
His eyes softened slightly.
“Middle Wildland is not merely land for war.”
“It is land of beauty.”
“Where bamboo forests whisper,
crystal lakes breathe,
and winds from the mountain jungles sing songs of history.”
A faint smile.
“To all visitors—fear not.”
“Your safety is guaranteed under the watch of
Diana, Goddess of War herself.”
He straightened.
“Fight with passion.”
“But remember…”
“Beauty lies not only in victory—”
“…but in effort.”
“…and in the courage to struggle.”
Thunderous applause erupted.
Liu Kei
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Liu Kei stepped up, hands casually in his pockets.
“I’m Liu Kei.”
“Maybe I don’t look serious…”
“But when it comes to my students…”
“…I do not play games.”
“I train them not just to be strong—”
“…but to be human.”
He grinned slightly.
“We’ve survived a lot, the masters standing here.”
“We shared one instant noodle between three broke bachelors…”
“hid in caves to escape dragons…”
“and once got chased by a witch whose feet didn’t even touch the ground.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
“So kids…”
“Enjoy this.”
“Not everyone earns the right to fight here.”
“And to those who lose…”
His voice softened.
“Do not despair.”
“Your journey is far from over.”
Shao Moon
Shao Moon glided forward like a performer entering a stage.
Every step carried theatrical elegance.
“I will say only this.”
“If you believe you are great…”
“…remember.”
“There is always someone greater.”
He lifted a finger.
“But if you believe you are not great…”
A knowing smile.
“Sometimes it is the ‘ordinary’ one…”
“…who wins.”
“Because they learn from every fall.”
He spread his arms.
“Fight with your heart.”
“And if you do not know how…”
He smirked.
“Watch me.”
“I fight like I dance.”
“Because life itself…”
“…is a dance.”
Danny
Danny stepped forward slowly.
A delicate snowfall began drifting around him.
“I am Danny.”
“Master of Snow and Frozen Water.”
“This tournament is not merely a test of strength…”
“…but a test of emotional balance.”
“When the heart is calm…”
“The mind becomes clear—like ice.”
His voice grew distant.
“Once, I drifted alone upon a slab of ice…”
“…lost.”
“…directionless.”
A pause.
“That was when I learned…”
“Calmness is not weakness.”
“It is power.”
He looked at the fighters.
“Fight fiercely.”
“And if you fall…”
“Remember.”
“Snow melts…”
“…only to become water that flows again.”
Troy Hideyama
Troy strode forward, voice rough yet burning with conviction.
“I’m Troy.”
“My students may be small…”
“…but their spirits are not.”
“I train them not to become instant warriors…”
“…but legends that endure time.”
His eyes hardened.
“I was once a small boy too.”
“I lost.”
“I fell.”
“I was humiliated.”
He clenched a fist.
“But I continued.”
“Because the strongest warrior…”
“…is not the one who never falls.”
“It is the one…”
“…who never stops rising.”
He nodded toward the young fighters.
“Good luck, students.”
“Your teachers are proud…”
“…to see you standing here today.”
Hasyalys
Finally—
A graceful presence ascended the stage.
Hasyalys, representative of the Palace of Lysa.
Elegant.
Deadly.
Composed.
“As daughter of Queen Lysa…”
“…and voice of the Royal Palace…”
“I welcome all warriors.”
“Our gates stand open for peace…”
“…and honorable competition.”
Her sharp gaze shifted toward the female fighters.
“To every woman entering this arena…”
“Stand tall.”
“Fight with elegance.”
“The world does not belong to men alone.”
“A woman’s victory…”
“…is poetry written in battle.”
She turned to the crowd.
“And to all competitors…”
“Fight fiercely.”
“But respect your opponent.”
“Because the enemy you face today…”
“…may become your ally tomorrow.”
The arena exploded into applause.
Cheers thundered like a storm.
Above the stage—
Heavenly light cascaded down.
A silent declaration.
The tournament had officially begun.
