Namekian tournament

overview: the namkian guru is dying and needs to pass on his knowledge to someone before he dies. The namekians set up a tornament where the winner gets to fuse bodies with the guru. Defeat the 16 other warriors and win the tornamnet! if your an outside the guru will simply unlock hidden potiential in you.
rewards: if your a namikan X1.8 PL, if another race 20,000 PL and 10,000 zenny.
requirements: 20,000 PL

The green waters ran still over the peaceful planet Namek. Grass swayed back and forth and as flowers spread through out the air. People bounded down the streets with their feet hitting the ground and kicking up dirt. Their legs stretched to their spines and their arms were in their face. The cool wind spread across their bald heads and got into their eyes. Their heads were leaned back and their teeth were sticking out. Their top lips were placed near their nose. They were all lining up for the Namekian tournament. It was time for the sign-ups and the fights. If the winner were to be a Namekian, then he would be fused with the dying guru. If not, then the potiental inside of him would be unlocked and he would become a new man.

Ritzusen stood about five people back in his hood and his assassin's clothing. He wasn't going to assassinate anyone but he had to wear it as part of his discretion. Even though he was not wanted yet, it was the creed rules. The Saiyan advanced in line and looked ahead. Now only three people stood in front of him for one buff Namekian had entered with his sights set on victory. He threw punches and kicks to impress the others in line and at the same time, intimidate them. Ritzusen was just a few moments away from joining the tournament and kept his anxiety as low as possible. The assassin looked towards the last person in front of him in which was about to enter the tournament. They inscribed the last part of the form and entered the tournament. The Saiyan was now at the desk. There stood a fat Namekian man with droopy eyes and a wrinkled face. He was shorter the the assassin and made him look dominate.

"Fill out the sheet to enter," He spoke in his elderly voice.

Ritzusen grabbed the pencil and looked down at the form. He inscribed his name, race, gender, and fighting style. The Saiyan wrote the last letter down and handed the pen back to the man. He then turned around and was stopped by a pudgy green hand. It was the elderly Namekian at the desk. He looked up at the Saiyan and took a deep breath.

"Before you leave you must empty all weapons."

The Saiyan filtered through his pockets and gave the man his blade from Altair. He then removed his hidden blade from his wrist and set it on the table. Ritzusen turned and looked at the elder. There was patience in his eyes before he spoke.

"My weapons are gone," He spoke, "Now please allow my entry."

The elder moved his hand from the Saiyan's abdomen and allowed him to walk through. As he entered, the Saiyan began to take note of the atmosphere. Tiles covered the tournament floor while outside lay a fresh patch of grass. Brick walls surrounded the arena and seats were made for the crowd to enjoy the fights. Though the Namekians were peaceful, they still enjoyed a good match. Ritzusen walked over towards the dressing room and looked inside at the other Namekians. So far he counted ten and himself.

"Six more competitors."

The Saiyan walked over to the bench and sat down with his fists closed together. His head was down causing a shadow to move over his face. He wanted no one to see who he was. The assassin awaited the other six competitors to come from the sign-up desk and enter the room. They would probably be tough competitors but Ritzusen was ready for the match.

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Two men entered the room with cocky smiles on their faces. They appeared to be human's for they both had a gi on and had scars on their faces. Their hair was somewhat curly and did not have any spike to it. Just smooth, curly, long hair that went down to their belt lines on their outfits. They waved their hair black hair around trying to show off. They were men and had many years of experience in martial arts. They wore the crane symbol for they had trained in that school and learned deadly techniques like the Dodonpa. This attack could pierce through anyone and cause them to hit the ground in pain and possibly die if they had regeneration. The two sat beside Ritzusen, still waving their hair.

"Damn narcissists," The Saiyan spoke under his breath.

The fighters watched as another competitor came in. He was a young man with blond hair in which was spiky and covered by a headband. Piercings were on his eyes, his bottom lip, and near his temple. He walked in with a casual swagger and had a marking on his right shoulder. I was familiar to Ritzusen in a weird way. But then he realized what the insignia was.

"He's a Templar."

The Saiyan kept his calm and allowed the other contestants to come in. He then kept staring at the young man to see his every movement. Templars were enemies to his kind and pretended to be of the Christian religion. They always wore crosses even when they were so wicked. The assassin though it over a bit before striking. It was a part of the creed after all. He had planned to wait till the Templar was either defeated, or facing him in battle to lash out and attack them. Ritzusen assured himself of this as he began to stretch his legs. Soon an announcer came onto the microphone which had its better days.

"Ladies and gentlemen from around the galaxy," He spoke, "Tonight, the battle is going to be a free-for-all! Competitors will all get into the ring and fight until there is one last man standing. Let the action BEGIN!"

The crowd shouted in a violent cry as the warriors began bounding towards the ring and piling up on each other. This was going to be a fight for Ritzusen and his fellow fighters as they scrambled out into the free-for-all.

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aproved.

Nice, well done.