The day of the Tournament had arrived, and with each passing moment, lament and sadness would begin to burn away from the world. A joyous occasion to be sure. Within the Kettle Barracks, sat a young looking man, with pure white hair, and deep blue eyes, void of pupils. They swirled intensely, never twisting the exact same way twice. A small smile laid across his face as he slowly re-laced his left boot, Making them nice and tight. He did the same with his right, only to stand to his feet and jump a few times, Making sure they stuck to his feet accordingly."Man...I can't wait... hurry up..." He said to himself, Grabbing two rolls of linen from his Black Trench Coat pocket, Setting them down on the bench.<br/><br/>He slowly began to go over past battles in his head, his hand slowly sliding down to his blade, thumbing it lightly as he went over the countless feuds, kin or otherwise. His smile turned to a grimace as he looked to his shoulder, his other hand sliding against it to his shoulder blade. He rubbed it for several seconds, his eyes closing as he winced ever so slightly."It's been months since I let you breath..." He pondered for several seconds the problem's he would face if he went with his new plan, only to sigh begrudgingly as he slowly slide off his trench coat, Mentally preparing himself for the imminent agony that awaited him. Under his trench coat was a normal black Tank top, holding back what seemed to be many feathers. As he slowly pulled the tank top off his body, The feathers fell and began to take the shape of Wings. His face was struck with seering agony as countless pops and snaps could be heard, as his wing span opened to 6 ft in both directions. A final snap was heard as they extended their full lengths, then flapped once to relieve the pain.<br/><br/>He slowly fell to his knee as the pain began to subside, him looking over to the linen bandages, grabbing one of them and pulling it till it fit in his hand. Then slowly began to cross it around his arms, to protect his wrists for the upcoming battle. Since he was unsure what he was facing, he was preparing for anything. As the first trumpet blew, he breathed out, grabbed the other Linen roll and headed out into the arena, where the fans cheered loudly. His eyes scanned over the entire place, taking in the traps, and other contestants. All versus all, with teams. He slowly stepped forward to the starting place, him still twisting the bandage around his arm, looking over the other contestants. A young boy, A majestic yellow bird, large and Armored, A Statue, and several others. As he finished tying the bandage off, He smiled and let his right hand rest against his blade, his wings pressing against his back, to keep them from catching the wind. His eyes went around several more times, Each time, staring long and hard at the statue. This was going to be fun.