(Edit: For part 2, please check my MMO badge)

What makes someone a true warrior? I ask myself that question all the time. Is it strength? Skill? Or even bravery?
Some questions can not be answered by thought alone, and this was one of them.
My name is Vincent White. My mother is no longer alive, murdered by pillagers 12 years back. My father, who will ultimately will die by my hand, abandoned my mother 6 months before I was born. I have heard from my mother that my father was the best swordsman in our village, and that I have aquired by skills from him. I myself am a very skilled swordsman and I have never been defeated before. I accomplished the rank of number one at the age of 8, defeating every single person capable of wielding a sword in my town. After that and the death of my mother, i have long since left my village, honing my skills but also looking for my father. A few days ago, I had heard word of a tournament in a city called Perion that will bring the finest swordsman in all the land. The reward for winning this tournament, was 10,000,000 mesos. I decided to enter it and would wait to see if my father would be lured by it, being the swordsman that he was. And if he didn’t show, i would use the money to heighten the speed and distance of my search for him.

(In Perion)

“What would you like sir?” the receptionist asked me at the colesium gate.
“I would like to sign up for the tournament” I answered.
“I am sorry sir,” she said “but you have to qualify in the preliminaries to be able to enter.”
“Yea, and hurry up runt!”
I turned around to see a big man with Gladius and a smug look on his face.
“I don’t even bother to see why you would enter this tournement anyway.” he chortled.
In a heartbeat I unsheathed by sword and held it at his neck.
“It would be a shame to see someone actually die BEFORE the matches themselves.” I said to his surprised face.
“Why you little runt!” said the man angrily as he swung his sword at me vertically. I easily evaded it to the left, sheathed my sword, and struck him in the side with the handle, all in less than a second. He gasped in pain as he fell to the ground, dropping his sword. I said to him, “If you were my normal opponent, your neck would have been slit by now, but your blood isn’t worth the steel of my sword.” Saying this I turned back to the receptionist, who by now, had a very startled look on her face. “What was that about preliminaries again?”
“I’ll sign you up right away sir.”
“Good, that’s what I thought you said.”

End of part one.

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