The next fighter is another woman. She has dark skin and she is 24 years old.

  "It is an honor to be here, everyone!!'

  The woman bows her head towards the audience.

  "My name is Sylvianna Mire!! I am a representative from Somalia! Pleased to meet you, everyone!!"

  Sylvianna is 168cm tall and weighs roughly 65kg. She is slender and thin. She has curly black hair that is tied by a pink scrunchie into a ponytail. All of her bangs are pulled back towards her ponytail, showing off her smooth forehead. The length of her ponytail reaches her back. She has a pair of beautiful black eyes. She wears a big earring hanging from her right ear. She wears a red camisole, overlaid by a see-through white short-sleeved shirt, but the length of both her camisole and her shirt was so short that her belly was left bare. She also wears a pair of ripped, long blue jeans as well as a pair of dark yellow wedge sandals. She polishes her fingernails red. Her bust size is D-cup.

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "SYLVI-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

  "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  "SHE'S PREEEEEETTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

  "SHE'S SSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

  "WHEEEEEWWW!! WE HAVE ANOTHER BEAUTY RIGHT HERE, DANIEL!!!"

  "WAHAHAHAHAHA!! THERE ARE SO MANY BEAUTIFUL LADIES IN THIS CONTEST, THAT IF THIS WERE A BEAUTY CONTEST, I WOULD BE DEPRESSED TO CHOOSE ONLY ONE WINNER!!!"

  "GAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU ARE RIGHT ON THE DOT, RADOMIN!!!"

  "WE ARE ON OUR LAST THREE FIGHTERS!!! LET'S MOVE ON!!!"

  "YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  The next fighter is an 86-year-old man. He is the oldest fighter in this tournament.

  "Urhm!! ERR-HEEMM!!! OHOOOK!!! OHOOOK!!! OHOOGGG!!"

  *Thud*

  The old fighter lets out a very serious series of coughs, and he even falls to his knees.

  *!!!*

  Daniel and Radomin were startled, and they quickly went towards him.

  "Uuum, are you alright, sir?"

  "Do you need some medical help?"

  ". . . . Muhehehehehehe!!"

  *?*

  The old fighter immediately got up and raised both of his hands upwards towards the sky.

  "MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! I GOT YOUUUU!!! THAT WAS A GAG!!! BAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

  "OH!!! Phew!! That genuinely scared me a little, right Radomin-san?!"

  "Yeah, no kidding!! So, what was that about, old man?"

  "MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Come on, you two!! Are you seriously thinking an old man like me would have made it to this stage if I were a weak and senile grandpa? MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!! N?O!!!"

  "OHOHOHOHOHOH!!! WHAT A PLAYFUL GRANDPA!!! TELL US YOUR NAME, SIR!!"

  "MUHAHAHAHA!! MY NAME IS ARTHUR BATISTA!! THE REPRESENTATIVE OF PORTUGAL, THE WINNER OF THE PORTUGUESE CUP!! I HAVE COME TO THIS TOURNAMENT TO MARK MY NAME IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD BEFORE IT'S TIME FOR ME TO SLEEP FOR ETERNITY!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

  "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!"

  "WHAT A LIVELY GRANDPAAAA!!!"

  "YOU GO OLD MAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "WE HOPE YOU WIIIIIIINNNN!!!"

  “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

  And finally, the last fighter in this entire roster walks forward. Our last fighter is a woman. She has light brown skin and is from Indonesia, the very country where this entire event takes place. She is 19 years old; she is also one of the youngest fighters in this event.

  She has black, long, and smooth hair, which is tied into low twin tails on each side of her head, with tidy hair bangs covering her forehead. She has a pair of bright yellow eyes. She wears pink lipstick on her lips. She has a pink blush on both of her cheeks. She wears a sleeveless shirt with one half entirely black, and the other half features traditional Indonesian batik motifs. She wears a pair of golden arm armors that cover half of her forearms. There is a green stone embedded in the front of each of her arm armor. She wears a traditional Indonesian scarf in purple, featuring various batik motifs in white, worn diagonally across her body, from her right shoulder to her left waist. She wears a white skirt that hangs just above her knees, featuring a different batik motif at the hem. A pair of black, long socks covers her calves, and she completes her outfit with a pair of white running shoes. Her body is thin and slender. She is 164cm tall and weighs around 63kg. Her bust size is B-cup.

  "My name is Ardina Restu, everyone!! And I am the representative fighter from Indonesia!! Please cheer me on, everyone!! MWAAAHHH!!"

  Ardina blows a kiss towards the audience, and they all respond appropriately.

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

  "ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!"

  "CUUUUTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

  "BE MY GIRLFRIEND, ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "BE MINE ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!"

  “I WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY, ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!”

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  "WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THE CROWD LOVES YOU, ARDINA-CHAN!! TELL US, WHAT IS YOUR GOAL OF BECOMING THE WORLD CHAMPION??"

  "My purpose in this tournament is to become the first Indonesian to ever win this competition!! I want to write history! I want to share the rich culture and good name of my country, Indonesia, with the world. I want the entire globe to acknowledge our country's existence more significantly than previously!!"

  "WOOOOOOOHHH!!!"

  "GOOOO INDONESIAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  "GOOOO ARDINA-CHAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!"

  "WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OUR LAST RIGHTER IS SURE A FEISTY AND CUTE ONE!!"

  "WAHAHAHAHAHAA!! THAT MAKES ALL 16 OF THE ENTIRE FIGHTERS IN THIS TOURNAMENT!!!"

  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! IT IS TIME TO DECIDE OUR BRACKETS BY LOTTERY!!!"

  "INSTEAD OF ORGANIZING THE FIGHTS, WE DECIDED TO LEAVE IT UP TO FATE!!! THIS WAY THE FIGHTS WILL BE SURPRISING AND MORE ENJOYABLE, EVEN FROM US ON THE ORGANIZER'S SIDE!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

  "FIGHTEEEERRRSSSS!!!"

  As Daniel shouted, a wooden table and a lottery box were brought into the arena and placed in the center by four men. The lottery box was put on the table. A young woman from the organizer side also brought in a whiteboard with tournament brackets already drawn with empty names.

  "THIS WILL BE A SIMPLE LOTTERY!! THERE ARE TWO SETS OF NUMBERS FROM ONE TO EIGHT INSIDE THE BOX WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER!! EVERYONE WITH THE SAME NUMBERS WILL BE FACING EACH OTHER IN THIS FIRST BRACKET!!"

  "Each of you, please line up in front of the lottery box to take turns for your numbers!!"

  One by one, all the fighters line up exactly in the order of their introductions just now. Revon Ray walks closer to the box and puts his hand inside. He pulls his hand out with a piece of paper.

  "Hm. . ."

  Revon opens the folded piece of paper.

  "8!"

  "ALRIGHT, REVON-SAN IS NUMBER EIGHT!!"

  The woman on the whiteboard writes Revon's name on match number eight.

  "NEXT FIGHTER!! IRINA-SAN, PLEASE TAKE YOUR NUMBER!!!"

  "Yes!"

  Irina Agapov walks towards the box and pulls out her number.

  ". . . 8!"

  "OOOOOHHH!! IRINA-SAN IS NUMBER EIGHT, EVERYONE!! OUR FIRST TWO FIGHTERS IN THE ROSTER ARE GOING TO FIGHT IN THE LAST MATCH!!! HOW IRONIC IS THAT?? OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!"

  "NEXT FIGHTER!!!"

  The Pharaoh approaches the lottery box.

  ". . . 3!"

  "OOOHHH!! THE PHARAOH IS NUMBER THREEEEEE!!!"

  "LET'S KEEP GOING!!!! KENICHI-KUN!!"

  ". . . 1!"

  "WOOHOOOOO!!! LET'S CONTINUEEEEE!!!"

  And so, every single fighter takes their lottery numbers in order.

  Sakaki is number 4. Erika is number 5. Gabriel is number 2. Selam is number 7. Army-Man is number 4. The Green Reaper is number 6. Jeremiah is number 3. Megumi is number 5. Sylvianna is number 6. Arthur is number 1. Phillipus is number 2. Ardina is number 7.

  "AAAAANNNNNDDDD IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

  "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, ALL OF THE FIGHTERS HAVE PICKED THEIR NUMBERS!!! LET US SEE HOW FATE UNRAVELS THIS WHOLE TOURNAMENT!!!"

  "UNTO THE BRACKETS!!!"

  Daniel and Radomin sway the audience's attention towards the woman near the whiteboard. She has written down all of the fighters' names in the corresponding numbers.

  The tournament bracket will be as follows.

  Match number ONE is Kennichi Kentaro VS Arthur Batista.

  Match number TWO is Gabriel Osvaldo VS Philipus Andreas.

  Match number THREE is The Pharaoh VS Jeremiah Gyrusia.

  Match number FOUR is Sakaki Yuichi VS Army-Man.

  Match number FIVE is Erika Freya VS Megumi Takeda.

  Match number SIX is The Green Reaper VS Sylvianna Mire.

  Match number SEVEN is Selam VS Ardina Restu.

  Match number EIGHT is Revon Ray VS Irina Agapov.

  "THERE IT IS, FOLKS!! THIS IS HOW THE TOURNAMENT IS GONNA FLOW!!!"

  "WE HAVE OUR MATCHES!!! IT SEEMS LIKE EVERY MATCH IS GOING TO BE HYPE NO MATTER WHAT!!!!”

  “YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

  "BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!! BWC!!"

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  The audience cheers with extreme excitement towards the upcoming matches.

  "FOLKS!! THE MATCHES ARE GOING TO BE SPLIT INTO TWO DAYS!"

  "MATCH ONE TO FOUR WILL BE EXECUTED TODAY!!! AND THEN MATCH FIVE TO EIGHT WILL BE HAPPENING TOMORROW!!! MARK YOUR TIME, FOLKS!! YOU DON'T WANNA MISS THIS OVER-THE-TOP HYPE TOURNAMENT AFTER ALL!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!"

  "LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

  Daniel and Radomin, the two commentators, jump high and land back in their special viewing room. They are reunited with the 7th Strongest Believer in the world, Lukia Prichyllia.

  "Great work down there, guys!!" Lukia greets them.

  "Oh, Lukia-san!!!"

  "Let's enjoy the show together, shall we, Lukia-san?"

  "Let's goooo!!!" Lukia cheers as she raises her right arm.

  Daniel, Radomin, and Lukia take a seat in the special viewing room. Lukia sits in the middle between Daniel and Radomin.

  "Alright, you two! Before we begin shortly, any favorites among the 16 fighters for this year?"

  "Hmm, that's a tough question, Daniel-san!! This year's fighters, I'm gonna be honest, no one really stood out to me, and that's not an insult because everyone feels different and promising at the same time. It is really hard to pick a favorite!! But for clarity's sake, I'm going to have to root for Selam!! Her Plasma Body, Transformation type Faith power is the most interesting one for me!!"

  "Great choice, Radomin-san!! How about you, Lukia-chan?? As one of the Strongest elemental Believers on the planet, whose fighter's Faith power stands out the most to you?"

  "Hmmmm, I wonder. . . I am genuinely shocked at this year's fighters as well! They are all really unique!! I am just curious about their fighting style now!! I only looked up what their Faith powers were, but I never really checked their battle records from their previous battles."

  "Hohohohoho!! So, which one's your favorite then, based on their introductions just now?"

  "Hmmm, this is gonna sound strange, I personally really liked Irina-chan's intro the most. . . However, I have weird feelings coming from the one called The Green Reaper. I really can't put it together about what it is about her that just seems so strange to me. There's this uneasiness that came from her. I'm sorry I can't really explain it!!"

  "Hohohohoho!! That can be counted as some type of praise towards The Green Reaper!!"

  "What about you, Daniel-san? Who's your favorite here?"

  "Hahahahaha!! For me? I'm choosing Gabriel Osvaldo!! When I was standing near his summoned being, I was left speechless and terrified. I cannot explain it clearly, and I haven't felt that way since the days of my participation in this tournament!!"

  "Hohohoho! That's a really high praise towards fighter Gabriel!!"

  "Alright then, folks!! Let's not waste any more time with our chit chats!!"

  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! EYES ON THE RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG!!!"

  "AAANNDDD NOOWWW, WE'RE FINALLY GOING TO START SHORTLY WITH OUR FIRST MATCH OF THE DAY!!!"

  "STEP ON THE ARENA FOR MATCH ONE!!!!"

  "KENICHI KENTARO-KUN VERSUS ARTHUR BATISTA-SAN!!!"

  "WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "The two fighters, please step into position in the ring and get ready!!"

  "All of the remaining fighters, please go and sit in the fighters' quarters at the side of the sports field, under the audience's seat, or the waiting room on the basement. You are all allowed to do as you please as long as it is within the rules!!"

  The remaining fighters followed the instructions of the host and co-host, except for the two fighters, Kenichi and Arthur.

  Kenichi and Arthur stay in the ring, and then an invisible barrier is erected as a boundary for ring-outs using the Faith power of one of the BWC’s organizers’ Believer’s staff. The invisible barrier is as tall as the open roof of this giant stadium, while its width and length match the size of the arena itself.

  "HERE IT IS FOOLKKSSS!!! MATCH NUMBER OONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

  "KENICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KENTARO-KUUUUUUUUUUUNNN!!!"

  "VERSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSS!!!"

  "ARTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRR BATISTA-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!!'

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

  The audience cheers its loudest as the tournament finally begins its first match of the day.

  On the square arena, the two fighters finally stand against each other.

  Kenichi summons a sheathed katana out of nowhere and puts it on his left waist. He takes his battle stance as he hovers his right hand over the katana's handle. He has a very serious facial expression, but a wide and confident smile follows it.

  "I am not gonna hold back against anyone, even an old man like you, Arthur-san!!!"

  Hearing Kenichi's words, Arthur smirks.

  *BAAAMMM*

  *GRRTTKK*

  He lifts his right leg, and the veins on it become visible and big. He slams down his right leg towards the stage below, and it shakes the entire sports field from where he stands. The entire stadium also shakes just a tiny bit.

  Everyone in the audience, including the three people inside the special viewing room, was startled.

  "Khu khu khu khu!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! THAT'S JUST WHAT I WANT IN THIS TOURNAMENT, YOUNG MAN!!! LET'S DO THIS!!!"

  As Kenichi and Arthur show off their game face and stare towards each other, the gong towards the start of the Brawliever World Cup finally rings across the area.

  *GOOOOOOOOONNNGGG*