The King's deanor turned more business-like as he prepared to move the ceremony forward. "But with all of that out of the way, let's get down to the first portion of today's process."
The crowd hushed, anticipation building as they listened intently.
"As you all know and as I stated in the initial announcent, we will be having the first-ever 50 on 50 matchup, designed to critically attack the thought process and test the survival of everyone, and pit enemies as allies and allies as enemies."
The King paused for a mont, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "The first part in making this process happen is to begin the draw selection."
He gestured towards a large, ornate bowl filled with numbered balls ranging from 1 to 100, placed centrally on the stage for all to see.
"We will have each participant co up and draw a lottery number from 1-100."
The participants looked around at each other, a mix of nerves and excitent palpable in the air.
"After everyone has drawn a number, we will release a specific gas into the air that will reveal their color."
The King continued, revealing the team identities. "The royal Prestige will be team purple, and the Burning Suns will be team Orange."
The King's smile broadened, adding a layer of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere. "Before we get started, while all fifty will be on a team, teams will be further broken up into teams of five. Each team will have their own missions that they need to accomplish within the first 24 hours of the Arena."
The participants absorbed the additional details, murmuring among themselves about the implications of these missions.
"Failure to complete the task will result in a bounty going on their head. Whoever kills the bounty is imdiately out of the first arena and on to the next arena," the King explained, his voice firm to ensure everyone understood the severity of the rule.
He continued, outlining the leadership and task distribution strategy. "The task for each of these teams will be given to the designated leader of the team once every team has been designated."
Pausing to ensure the information was clear, he summarized: "So to confirm—50 vs 50, five teams of 10, each with their own objective that must be completed within the first 24 hours."
Adding a final twist to the strategic complexity, the King announced, "On top of this, whoever the King and Jester King are will be locked to a 64-ter radius of the king's crown."
As the final preparations for the Arena were announced, the king's voice carried clearly, filling the space with a sense of imminent action. "This will ensure that the given King and Jester Kings play the role of an actual king, and protecting them is easier. More to co during the Arena.
But without further ado, with less than 24 hours until the start of the Arena, let's go ahead and get drawing on the numbers."
"We will start with the prisoners and move on from there," he continued, his tone authoritative. "We will take it in order of the highest ranked prisoner down to the weakest ranked prisoner."
As the announcent washed over him, Ty felt the firm grip of two guards on his shoulders. A thought flickered through his mind as he gauged the aning behind their touch. 2... that makes the highest, right?
Pushed forward, Ty soon found himself directly before the king. The king peered down at his badge, a hint of intrigue in his eyes. "2nd strongest, huh? Well, I sure hope you live up to the hype, Vishu the Demon."
Confusion marred Ty's expression for a mont. "My na is Ty Hockenson, but everyone just calls Demon," he corrected firmly.
"I see, very well, carry on and move forward," the king responded with a nod, signaling Ty to proceed.
As Ty expressed his confusion about where to proceed, the King gave a chuckle that echoed slightly in the vast space. "Of course," he said, clapping his hands together. In response to his gesture, a whirlwind of void colors erged in front of Ty, coalescing into a large golden stand. Around it, dozens of balls began spinning endlessly, creating a srizing display.
Ty noticed an opening on the stand, and the King nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead and place your hand in there, and a ball with a number on it will erge."
With a nod, Ty extended his arm towards the golden stand. As his hand made contact, the sphere lit up in a dazzling rainbow of colors. Suddenly, Ty felt a sharp, wincing pain in his arm as an object slamd into it.
Grimacing, Ty withdrew his arm and presented it to the King, revealing a white sphere emblazoned with the number 7.
Monts later, the ball transford dramatically. It turned and exploded into a cloud of purple mist that enveloped Ty completely. As the purple haze settled, it beca clear that Ty's attire had changed. He was now dressed in a Purple Gi, adorned with black lines that traced elegantly around it, complented by trousers and thick black boots of the sa color sche.
Ty inspected his new attire with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "What happened to my old clothes?" he inquired, looking down at the striking purple Gi that had replaced his previous garnts.
The King chuckled lightly, a gleam of amusent in his eyes. "Don't worry, you won't be seeing them again unless you make it to the wish ceremony. But I do hope you the best," he said, his tone shifting slightly to a more somber note.
"Though you may have been the strongest all those years ago, I don't know how you managed to stay alive all this ti… but regardless, there are many stronger than you now, and they will for sure kill you."
The King paused, his gaze hardening. "This way, you will go out building the greatest Kingdom ever even more, and the last traces of the Black Flas finally die."
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