<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://a-static.besthdwallpaper.com/final-fantasy-original-character-oc-tapetti-22266_L.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Nozomi Ono (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15852139#msg15852139)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Samurai<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ming Ming's Shop &amp; Smithy =&gt; Audience<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ming Ming<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shiloh, NPC's</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As Ming Ming arrived and made her compliment for cute fighters, Nozomi smiles as he made the request and handed over the katana for inspection. He noticed the brief face she made and he cannot blame her, the katana had been worn for ages and likely had been cheap to get for Old Man. A cheap replica or knock-off product inspired by the real thing. He hopes the katana gets a new owner, with perhaps in hands of a student who is learning the arts wield the sword. Instead, the sword getting scrapped entirely but then again there is no dishonor for a sword made into scrap and reforged into a new and better weapon.<br/><br/>As Ming Ming offered for him to test the coral sword he bows to her and moves to the shelf and takes the coral blade out from the stand. He feels for its balance in her hands, placing one finger test where the balance point of the blade was. Seeing it was in ideal, albeit blade felt more heavier than his old one as it was after all made from a sharpened stone than from steel. But it was a beautifully made blade and as Ming Ming said it fits on the red robes he wore already. But he wanted a full test of the blade, so he took a scabbard which was built for the blade and he moves to a spot in a shop where no one was near him. He took a stance after hoisting the scabbard into his belt, after brief stillness he drew the blade out and made a test swing, cutting arch, with its in front of him. The blade swing felt heavier, but also good and solid grip helped keep control of the blade and besides heavier swing, the balance was perfect and fitting for it. After slashing motion he used one shop receipt, a thin paper, test the sharpness of the blade, and see it cut as freshly sharpened. Nodding he sheaths blade, secures his belt more, and hands the gil to Ming Ming and bowing to her he says to her; "Thank you for doing business with you, I hope to bring honor to your shop and maker of this blade winning at least couple of matches." As he departs the store, he caresses the blade handle and mentally communes to the blade; <em>"I shall name you <strong>Crimson Lily</strong>."</em></span><br/><br/><hr/><em><strong>At audience stand during the duel between onion knight sir Ingus and general Ralot</strong></em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After departing the weapon store, Nozomi head to the audience stands to watch the remaining performance by Nisime, he watched the announcer rally the crowd. Even he felt blood bumping but he refused to display it outward, the clapping and thundering noises made by the crowd, the displayed open bloodthirst, disgusted him and it disgusted him he fell for its allure as well. Old man had said falling to sins, things beyond virtue, was natural and should not kick yourself too much about. So long you do not act upon those urges and instincts. Resisting those urges are tests to sharpen your resolve and character. The blade would break if it was not punished a lot in the forge by the smith, make steel ingot scream and burn bright white in agony to be hammered again and again. So long he is able to react and respond to such barbarism his blade, inner blade, is not tough and sharp enough.<br/><br/>But he grew curious on the spectacle provided by onion knight, sir Ingus. A peacock sort knight but Nozomi thinks he saw an actual strength, perhaps see sheer confidence born from actual real power, a hint behind jester's mask that sir Ingus despite peacock outfit and attitude is actually dangerous. Compared to general Ralot who hid none of his strength but gave respect to the onion knight. The gesture of respect was further proof to Nozomi's analysis that onion knight will likely bring some surprises, definitely surprises he did. The combat skills with both were fairly equal, which was surprising considering what he had heard about general Ralot and about Caedurjans who ate the fruit gaining superior powers.<br/><br/>But in a contest of magic, it also came apparent the sir Ingus was clever, in using cape as distraction albeit not caught off guard by general Ralot. Then seems sir Ingus ran patience to carry out the battle and proceed to try one shot kill general Ralot! However the brief belief foe was defeated caught him off guard, blinded, drained from strength, and then finished off with a powerful meteor. In end, sir Ingus had some potent powerful spells but general Ralot had more spells and also a more tactical mind, keeping his cool where sir Ingus faltered and fell into the deception.<br/><br/><em>"I am far below his league, if I face general Ralot is best to try stick-on physical combat as I do not have any magic which would protect or likely affect him. Besides that one technique."</em><br/><br/>But as he heard sudden cries, curses and turns look that some competitors tried to run away, he felt disgusted on competitors' lack of grace and valor. It's understandable to be afraid, fearful, against such spectacle. More so seeing dragons eagerly dived to find scraps but finding none, indicating fighting in the tournament is a  likely death sentence. More so from Caerdujan's crowd cheering, he comes realization; perhaps the entire tournament is nothing more than a meat grinder to provide bloody carnage to bloodthirsty Caedurjan's, there is nothing fair in this tournament.<br/><br/>But then again, there is no fairness in life. He hopes if he happens to lose it's against a non-Caedurjan opponent or at least one with grace not let him become dragon food. he is not opposed to losing, as you learn as much from your losses as from tough victories. But the lack of virtue from fellow competition angered him. But he inhaled, exhaled, and calmed down. He should stop keep people up to standards and warrior code he was raised in, if everyone would follow such code it would not have turned Obodori elite warriors legends as they are still known in today (much to Caedurjan's dislike for their former nemesis haunting and taunting them in tales from tavern).<br/><br/>He heard announcers' words, they are not going to let competitors walk out easy. But they gave the option to leave the games but only through the registration office. But it made him to wonder; why they would arrange escorts to quitters at night time?<br/><br/>He is pulled from his thoughts as the announcer tells of the next game starting, so Nozomi observes now this new match which is perhaps more closer to realism what is expected from most of the tournament in performance-wise.</span><br/><hr/><strong><em>Archer vs Chemist</em></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nozomi watches the chemist as he arrives at the arena, carrying with full Caedurjan arrogance with his swagger. Even display disrespect to his foe by refusing to face them and showing his back?! As he watches the archer appear, he recalls her; in the shop, she had talked with a tall muscular guy and from many quivers, she was an archer. Seeing her bone bow it created an eery albeit beautiful image on her more so with her pale appearance. But she carried herself gracefully, introducing her combat profession and where she is from.<br/><br/><em>"Oliarin? I recall old man saying something about them...they were elderly city for sure but before that, they were warriors first most, scary warriors."</em><br/><br/>Before he can recall further, the archer acted and fired a shot! She caught the chemist off guard for sure, but the chemist was not down and he quickly mixed something and threw at it archer...poison...drugs...disgusting tactics, underhanded. Nozomi frowns, those are not honorable techniques of warriors! But all is fair in war as they say, but definitely, that lacks grace in using dirty measures to win a fight. He is curious what the effect was and how archer deals with it.</span>