Chapter 47: Targeting Ava Longfield [4]

Chapter 47: Targeting Ava Longfield [4]

After quickly knocking out the short man, Isaac dawned his cloak, and the rest was childsplay for him.

'I didn't even have to morph my voice to sound like his since the cloak does that already.'

Other than imitating the short man's speech pattern and personality, Isaac had gotten through this quite easily.

And since he was now somehow, getting past the guard, Isaac couldn't help but grin inwardly.

'What's she doing in the Arena?'

Isaac thought upon remembering his goal to follow Ava.

Although his previous goal was to simply speak with her alone, this seemed more important.

Besides, Isaac could simply catch up to her on her way back to Aurelius.

As Isaac's group walked past the guard, Isaac darted his eyes around, failing to notice where exactly the Arena was located.

"How much further will we have to..."

Before Isaac could finish speaking in his spoiled tone, in an instant, the scenery changed as the space distorted and sudden light entered Isaac's eyes.

"We're already here, sir."

Squinting due to the sudden change in lighting, Isaac quickly flickered his eyes wider, soon being left speechless as he stared at the room they stood in.

With a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a large throne-like chair sat before a wide glass window.

Looking to the side, Isaac noticed a banquet of delicacies laid across a long bar.

"Where is this?" Isaac snapped in a strict tone.

"The VIP room, sir. Best seats in the house." The leader replied, to which Isaac understood.

Grabbing a pastry and taking a seat on the throne, Isaac indulged as he peered out of the window.

Despite food having no effect on him, he could still taste.

And it was because of the taste that he knew the pastry he was eating was like nothing that had ever touched his tongue ever before.

Quite deserving of its title 'VIP'.

As Isaac looked out of the window, he was quick to notice the surrounding area severely lacked any of the effort that was put into his room.

With each seat being a foot higher than the previous, the stands cascaded upwards.

On the stands, countless individuals wearing the same cloak as Isaac could be seen.

Additionally, the outside lacked the bright golden light which blessed the VIP room.

Although, if anything, the light only made it harder for Isaac to see what was happening on the platform.

Straight ahead, not too far away from him, an extremely large platform with tunnels leading onto it from opposite ends adorned the middle of the Arena.

Just as Isaac was about to finish his pastry, a man in a neat suit walked to the middle of the platform.

Simultaneously, a microphone descended from above and the timing matched when the man had reached the middle as he grabbed hold of the microphone.

As he did, the lights to Isaac's room dimmed.

'That's better.'

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

The man paused for dramatic purposes.

"...Welcome to The Arena!"

"HAAAAAAAAAA!"

The audience roared as claps and whistles filled the stadium.

"The fight you've all been waiting for. Place your bets, folks, because this will be one for the books. A battle remembered throughout the Arena's history."

Pausing once again, the man soon continued, yelling.

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The audience shared the man's enthusiasm as they continued to cheer, shaking the entire Arena to its core with their passion.

'Where have I heard that before?' Isaac wondered.

"On one corner, we have a recurring participant. With 7 wins and 2 losses, this fighter is known for leaving his opponents in stitches."

Darting his hand toward one of the tunnels, the announcer yelled.

"Keep your wigs on, folks, cause this early second stage Inheritor might just leave you petrified. Welcome, The Reaper's Hand!"

Coming out from the tunnel was a tall man with sharp and fierce eyes, as a glint of maniacal could be seen within it.

Smiling widely with his bald head, the man licked his lips as he walked into the arena.

The crowd roared as the man showed his face, walking to his designated area, looking straight ahead toward the opposite tunnel.

'Early second stage? He's the first one I've seen.'

"Who is that?" Isaac asked the leader.

"I'm not sure, sir. The fighters are given secret identities when fighting. His face is nothing but a mask."

'Interesting. Even the fighters get anonymity."

"Now, on the opposite side, we have the reigning rookie. With 9 wins and 0 losses, this fighter is known for their firm right hook and thirst for battle."

One could see the crowd slowly getting more and more excited as the announcer continued.

"With her basic ability for healing, this fighter is almost impossible to put down, which makes her feral and unrelenting assaults all the more terrifying."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the stage the most viscous rookie the Arena has seen in years, The Demon's Blessing!"

Just as the announcer said this, a figure emerged from the opposite tunnel as the ground shook from the excitement of the crowd.

Emerging from the tunnel was a slender female figure with pink hair held up in a ponytail.

With her hands wrapped in bandages, the female glared at Reaper with a mischievous grin.

"I've heard about you, Reaper. Everyone knows you're a ome trick pony. Prepare to lose to a stage 1 Inheritor." The female spoke in a mocking tone.

"You think you're hot stuff because you've beaten fellow rookies? You're out of your league, Princess." Reaper replied.

Meanwhile, Isaac watched the female intently as he narrowed his eyes.

"Don't blink, folks. Cause you just might miss tonight's main attraction."

Just as the announcer said this, he jogged off the stage, allowing the referee, who was dressed in a similar suit, to stand between the two fighters.

'Is that chakra?'

Even from where Isaac was sitting, he could feel it.

The power.

"Severing Magic: Death Sythe!"

The blade approached the female as it looked to be an inevitable outcome.

"THIS IS IT FOLKS!"

"I win..." Reaper screamed, however, he paused upon noticing the female's wide and feral grin, completely ignoring his attacks.

Seeing this, a feeling emerged from inside him.

Perhaps it was fear. No, he knew that wasn't the right word to describe it.

'She's the predator...and I'm the prey.'

Meanwhile, Isaac grinned as he watched.

'She's even crazier than he is.'

The blade plunged into the female's abdomen as blood gushed out, however, she failed to back down.

"Die, Punk!"

"THE DEMON'S BLESSING!"

-BOOM

The female smashed her fist straight into the middle of Reaper's face as an explosion could be heard.

The shockwaves were felt by the audience as their cloaks fluttered and they struggled to keep their eyes open.

Reaper shot back, just as fast as the female came as he flew off the stage, crashing into the walls of the Arena.

As this happened, the female dropped to the ground as she pressed her hand, which was enveloped in a green hue, against her wound.

However, this didn't take the grin off her face.

Instead, she stood up tall as she raised her fist in the air.

Simultaneously, the crowd roared in applause. Even those who'd lost their money couldn't help but cheer.

"The Demon's Blessing, the reigning champion in her division!"

'Talk about dramatic. I still enjoyed it though.'

Meanwhile, in the VIP room, the large men watched in awe.

"What a fight." One whispered.

"Hey, you can forget everything I said, this gig is awesome."

"Didn't I say it'd be worth it. We get to watch a match and all we have to do is...wait a minute, where is he?"

The large men suddenly noticed the short man they'd been escorting had disappeared.

"Not again!" The leader yelled.

***

In a dark forest, an individual wearing a cloak could be seen walking past a man who seemed to be standing guard beside a tree.

"Next time, be more friendly when you see me." The individual wearing the cloak spoke to the man as they walked past.

"I was almost tempted to beat the crap outta you before."

The guard said nothing as he gave a slight bow.

"The Arena hopes to see you again."

"Ugh, boring." The individual clicked their teeth as they walked away, soon disappearing into the forest.

As the individual walked, after a few minutes, they reached over their head, removing the cloak.

"How annoying, its so hot under there." A female voice could be heard as the individual was revealed to have short white hair, wearing a blue school uniform.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, amongst some leaves, amber eyes peered at the female as the individual grinned widely.

'Gotcha!'

***

~Present Day~

Isaac dropped a few papers on the table, showing Ava removing a cloak from herself, as well as a pink haired female fighting in an arena.

Isaac stood before Ava as she stared at the pictures with wide eyes.

"I know..."

Before Isaac could finish, a suffocating aura erupted suddenly, causing Isaac to be caught by suprise.

Despite this, he held his ground as his expression remained stoic.

"Hey..."

Ava spoke in a low tone, her face darkened.

Raising her head, gone was the once innocent and joyful eyes, replaced with a fierce gaze as she spoke her next words.

"You trynna die, Punk?"

[Name: Ava Longfield]

[Inherited Character: Tsunade]

[Verse: Naruto]

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Next chapter title: The Hearts Guild

Someone: Hey Author, English or Spanish?

Author: English

Someone: Whoever moves first, is gay...

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(Also not my joke. I'll use whatever funny one I'll see in paragraph comments XD)