"Damn, look at those kids go!"
"They must've starved themselves for MONTHS!"
"How hungry were these guys??"
Such a commotion was raised by the reptilian people, as Tsukiya and Envy watched on to see the boys feasting like mad. A Massive buffet of food, from the stockpile of many meats and eggs, to the sauces mixed in with some soups and stews, gone in nearly an instant as they scarfed down whatever was available. The two descendants were just as quick at snagging some grub of their own, a turkey leg and a pork slab specifically, as the boys were making the audience's attention grabbed by their voracious appetite. Once the group properly slowed down, they would hear clashes of swords and small bursts of heat, coming down from below. When they were feasting, they never noticed that they had an actual show being put on from the different arena's that were on the bottom. Each ring made around the Dragon's head had its own unique stage, from a crashing ocean, to volcanic rock. Among each stage, the audience cheered in glee whenever a fighter was giving their very best. "Oh, you guys are fighting down there?" Harvard asked, whilst his body was quick on adapting the food into his system where he wouldn't lose his new physique.
"Damn right! The Nine Coliseums are our ultimate entertainment! Born and raised to be killing machines, we are! We wouldn't want such a defect to wimp out against a legendary brawl!" One of the chefs replied, as he was quick on making another batch.
"Mhm! The last time we had such a weakling, we booted them out of our hearty kingdom and left them next door. Such dredges! How could they NOT enjoy a worthwhile chance to punch someone to oblivion!" A guest added, as she was quick in stealing a massive chunk of meat and gorging at it while she watched. The boys were quick to learn that such people shared the same brutal, violent spirit that Harvard and Stolas shared, leading Solomon to give a mean side eye as he keeps watch over them, making sure they wouldn't pull a fast one.
"Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo can we get in-"
"NO!!" Solomon was quick to shut down on Harvard's question, nearly itching to sock him in the mouth, before the dreaded answer arrived.
"Actually! Yes, you can! We just need to put you through a small test, if you do not mind!" The Biblical Sorcerer's eyes twitch in fury upon hearing the people's answer, looking over to his side to see Harvard's smug, cat-like face.
"No one will miss you on your deathbed, Helsing."
"Nah, I have my parents for that."
"I-. . ." Zazel can't help but laugh a bit at seeing Solomon stumped, hitting his hand on the table as the people parted, bringing forth a small set of goblets. Ornate in design, the wingspan of the dragon circled around the cup, as one of the chefs poured down a small liquid.
"This... Is the Stomach of Orochi. An artifact that can measure one's energy output based on the power the liquid holds. A perfect measurement to see which head you shall be classed. Small bubbles indicate the first head, whilst a geyser that rips the bones in half means the 9th. If you wish to participate, all you have to do is put your hands on the goblet and apply your energy. As much as you can." The villager explained, letting the boys eye on the artifact with such curiosity.
"You're actually considering on letting a kid get into your death matches?" Envy would sneer, staring down at the people.
"Hey! Children have to start at something eventually!" Their lack of care and consideration would stun the living Tar, as Stolas and Zazel were the first to participate. A visible line made around their bodies, as Zazel would grip the goblet tight and channel its power. A small stream was made, violent at first, before settling down on its edges, flowing smoothly. Stolas, in the meantime, was having his own go mad, a massive spike jutting out, a heavy pillar of water, before spilling itself all over the table and floor. Such liquid was three times the size of the goblet, awes struck by the audience. "Rank 4 and Rank 7 Respectively. You shall be assigned as 'Wyvern', little demon, and 'Dragon' for the bird."
"There's ranks to this?" Harvard asked.
"Mhm! It goes in four stages. Egg, Wyvern, Dragon, and the special class depending on what the person is. Outsiders like you that reach Rank 9 achieve 'Hydra', while residents in ours get 'Fafnir.' We have a special role for certain individuals in that special class, but we'll keep that one a secret until-"
KRASHH!!!!
A massive explosion made as a cloud of black emerged from the banquet, a man coming out of it, coughing and hacking, swatting the clouds away. "Sorry, Sorry! Was I late?" The man asked, his wild hair and sharp, green eyes being the only indicator. Adel has finally arrived. "...Seems like it with all that cup stuff. Heck's going on here?" He'd ask, as he'd check behind and see his own impact left a big fire, prompting those around to put it out as fast as possible.
"Oh hey! Look at that! You're not the only lunatic that commits arson anymore." Solomon complained as he'd cast out his Red Sea Ark to snuff the flames, letting the people part as the ocean comes down and flows through the bones of Orochi, a majestic waterfall left behind.
"You seem a bit more negative than usual, Sol. You ok?" Harvard asked.
"YOU WANTED TO DRAFT YOURSELF IN AN ARENA DURING A WAR! WHY DO YOU THINK I'M NEGATIVE!?"
"I-. . . Ok y'now, fair point."
Solomon sighed as he'd grip the Card Magician's shoulder. "Just....Please don't kill yourself out there, man. With all that we've been through, the last thing I want is another death on my consciousness..."
Harvard merely smiled and pat his shoulder the same way. "I won't. I'll make sure of it."