(Before we start the tournament, let us hear a few words from our beloved ruler, the noble King Radcliffe of the Fluer Kingdom.)
All the crowd stood up and clapped their hands as the king's name was called, as a sign of respect. I looked up at the highest floor of the colosseum and saw a quiet, cachectic middle aged man with a white beard, fully adorned in royal attire. He looked like a standard king from movies, except he was not as healthy looking as others.
Behind him, many nobles were seated, each with their own flags on the wall behind them.
King Radcliffe raised his hand, and the crowd stopped clapping and fell silent.
"Cough. Ehem. First of all, I want to give my utmost gratitude to all who have spent sweat and effort in preparing this grand event. Without them, this event would not have happened today."
