The Sea was calm again but the tension on the deck was anything but . The fighters moved in uneasy silence, cleaning thier weapons, patching wounds and stealing glances at one another. The memory of serpant lingered in every mind
Akihiko sat cross-legged near the railing, sharpening his blade. Elira stood beside him, arms crossed.
Akihiko I was just wondering Your brother name is a English name but your name isn't why ? Solemly asked
Oh ! Actually Kael is my uncle's son , my father lived in a city called Tremeda And in that city no one was having a English name so I got my name Akihiko Akihiko Answered
So how's your father doing Now Solemly Asked happily
He is no more ...My Mom and My father was murdered by someone when I was 2 year old and my uncle died on that same day o
KAEL was the only survivor, He knows who killed them but on that day kael was not able to kill him and that's why he joined The Forgotten Tournament for clues Akihiko Replied
I'm Sorry I wasn't knowing that
It's okay
What was your father profession
I don't know but he was a weapon Master He was Also known As "The First Weapon Master "
Wait ! What is your last name .?
I don't have last name not my father did
That means you are The Son Of HIROTSUGU
Yeah ! But how do you know my father's name
Bro ! He is a f****** legend .....wait this blade is related to your father right
Not related... Belongs to!
OMG That mea-- before Solemly cN finish ronan stopped him
"Solemly give him some rest " Ronan said
Ah yes you are right
Every head turned. In the distance, through thinning mist, the silhouette of an island rose from the sea. Jagged cliffs clawed at the sky, and dark forests loomed beyond. High above, half-ruined towers pierced the clouds like broken teeth.
"The island of the Forgotten Tournament," the captain said grimly.
A murmur spread among the fighters. Some whispered prayers, others gripped their weapons tighter.
One man—a thin archer with nervous eyes—shook his head. "This place… it feels cursed."
"It is cursed," Elira replied, her voice steady. "That's the point."
As the ship drew closer, drums thundered in the distance, echoing from the cliffs. Deep, slow, and ancient, the sound shook every heart on board.
Akihiko looked at the cliffs, his thoughts drifting to his brother. Kael… if you're here, I'll find you.
Solemly grin only widened as the drums grew louder. "The arena welcomes us. Let's see how many step back onto this ship when it leaves."
The vessel anchored just off the black shore. Ropes were lowered. One by one, the fighters disembarked, boots crunching against dark sand. The air was heavy, filled with salt, smoke, and the faint scent of blood.
A wide stone stairway carved into the cliffs led upward, shrouded in mist. At the top, faint torchlight flickered.
Elira whispered, "That must be the entrance."
Drums Stopped , The silence was deafening
Then, from the mist above, a voice spoke—deep, ancient, and merciless.
Welcome, challengers. Beyond this path lies the Forgotten Tournament.
Before we Start Let's clear something
People with golden marks are the participants people with grey mark are the spectators and people with purple mark are vvips They will be sitted in Observation chamber
And people with no marks have Two option participate or die .