Arou stood in the middle of nothingness.
Everything around him was white. Thick fog covered the entire area, making it impossible to tell where the sky ended and the ground began. The silence was overwhelming—almost terrifying.
Suddenly, Zata appeared before him.
"It's been a long time, protagonist," Zata said with a faint smile.
Arou looked around in confusion.
"Where is this?"
Zata shrugged.
"As usual, when the previous game ends, the protagonist will remain in the Void Room before the next game begins."
Arou frowned.
"So… what is it about this time?"
Zata smiled coldly.
"This time, it is a 1 versus 1 game. There will be eleven rounds in total."
Arou narrowed his eyes uncertainly.
"You idiot… how are humans supposed to fight beings like you one-on-one?"
Zata laughed, his voice echoing throughout the endless void.
"Hahaha… you underestimate the strength of your comrades."
"The true meaning of this game is… having the courage to face something you believe is impossible."
Arou swallowed hard, slowly understanding the meaning behind Zata's words.
"Y-Yeah… I guess you're right…"
Zata raised his hand slightly.
"And now… shine, protagonist."
The Void Room began to glow.
Light slowly emerged from Arou's body, marking the beginning of an epic battle he could no longer avoid.
Arou suddenly regained consciousness.
Before him stretched a gigantic Colosseum. The stands were packed with spectators, flags waved wildly, and blazing torches alongside fireworks illuminated the arena.
The cheers of thousands shook the air, signaling that the first battle was about to begin.
At the center of the arena stood two figures facing one another, preparing for combat.
Commentator:
"Welcome, magnificent spectators! Today, we are about to witness the very first duel in this grand Colosseum arena!"
"On the left side, Feeth Sasoriyu—the master assassin from a distant land, famous for his incredible speed and adaptability against opponents!"
"On the right side, Samurai-X—the legendary swordsman from another world, a warrior whose name has already become folklore itself!"
"Who will emerge victorious in this opening duel?"
"This battle promises tension from the very first second until the very last!"
"Feeth appears calm, but every movement of his is calculated with precision."
"Meanwhile, Samurai-X stands firm, his shining blade ready to counter any attack!"
"Spectators, prepare yourselves! This is no ordinary duel!"
"Every step… every strike… could become the turning point of the battle!"
"Speed, precision, strategy… all of it will be tested within this arena!"
"Who will dominate? Feeth, the swift and cunning assassin? Or Samurai-X, with his composure and legendary swordsmanship?"
"This duel may end with a shocking twist at the final moment!"
"Do not blink… because the decisive moment is about to begin!"
A loud bell echoed across the arena.
Dust rose as Feeth moved swiftly, measuring the distance between himself and his opponent.
Samurai-X remained calm, his blade gleaming beneath the sunlight. Everything still felt mysterious—the audience had yet to witness the true strength of either fighter.
For a brief moment, silence filled the arena before the crowd erupted once again, signaling the true beginning of the first duel.
The bell rang again, shaking the entire Colosseum.
Dust scattered through the air as the wind followed Feeth's agile movements. He searched for even the smallest opening to attack.
Samurai-X stood firmly, his sword glowing beneath the sunlight. The two fighters remained motionless for a moment, studying each other before the first clash finally erupted.
Commentator:
"And the duel begins! Look at Feeth's incredible agility! Samurai-X remains calm, waiting for the perfect moment to strike!"
"Spectators, don't blink! Every movement could become a lethal attack!"
"This is only the first duel of the day, yet the tension is already overwhelming!"
"Who will make the first move? Who will exploit the first weakness? This battle will keep us on edge until the very last second!"
Feeth dashed forward with incredible speed, his strike cutting through the air with precision.
Samurai-X blocked the attack with his shining sword, creating sparks that scattered into the air.
The audience roared loudly.
Commentator:
"Incredible! Feeth's speed is astonishing!"
"But Samurai-X… calm and precise, every movement carefully calculated!"
"This is not simply a duel—it is a battle of strategy and instinct!"
"Who will gain the upper hand in this first round? It's still far too early to tell!"
Feeth stepped back briefly, analyzing Samurai-X's movements.
Samurai-X remained silent, his blade poised and ready for any counterattack.
Dust and sunlight blended together within the arena, making every movement appear sharper and more dramatic.
Commentator:
"The duel has only just begun, but the tension has already reached its peak! Spectators, prepare yourselves… because the decisive moment could happen at any second!"
The crowd's cheers thundered throughout the arena.
Arou watched intensely from the stands, realizing that this was far more than an ordinary duel.
This was the beginning of a series of battles that would test the speed, strategy, and determination of every warrior.
Dust still danced in the air from their movements.
Feeth stepped forward swiftly, his agile body moving like a shadow while his sharp eyes analyzed Samurai-X carefully. Every footstep echoed softly through the arena.
Samurai-X stood calmly, his glowing blade reflecting the sunlight. A calm yet deadly aura surrounded him.
Samurai-X:
"Hm… are you truly confident you can face me? I've seen many who claimed to be strong like you."
Feeth:
"Don't judge too quickly. I'm not like them."
Commentator:
"And the duel intensifies! Look at Feeth's incredible agility! Samurai-X continues waiting patiently for the perfect chance to strike!"
"Their movements are unbelievably fast! Spectators, don't blink—every second matters!"
Feeth lunged forward, his attack slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Samurai-X blocked the strike with a smooth movement of his sword, causing sparks of light to burst through the arena.
The audience held their breath.
Commentator:
"Amazing! Feeth's speed is truly extraordinary!"
"But Samurai-X remains calm and precise, deflecting every attack!"
"This is more than a battle of speed—it's a clash of strategies!"
Feeth retreated slightly, studying Samurai-X's patterns.
Samurai-X stepped forward, applying pressure.
Samurai-X:
"Your movements are too predictable. You'll need to be faster if you want to survive."
Feeth smirked.
"You'll soon see who's truly faster!"
Feeth attacked again, spinning as he moved, his strikes twisting through the air like shadows.
Samurai-X blocked the attacks, but Feeth managed to slip a small strike through his defenses. A burst of light pierced through the dust.
Commentator:
"Look at that! Feeth managed to break through Samurai-X's defense!"
"But the duel is only getting started—it's still too early to predict the winner!"
Samurai-X stepped back slightly and smiled faintly.
"Interesting. You have speed… but that alone is not enough."
Feeth steadied his breathing and attacked once more.
Every time Samurai-X blocked, Feeth twisted his body and attacked from another angle. Sparks and dust exploded with every collision, the battle resembling a deadly dance in slow motion.
Commentator:
"Incredible! Their movements resemble a dance of death!"
"Every strike could become fatal!"
"Spectators, who will prevail? The assassin representing the Warriors, or the legendary swordsman fighting for the Invaders?"
Feeth began combining rapid footwork with spinning attacks, gradually pressuring Samurai-X.
This isn't just a duel… this is life and death, Feeth thought.
Samurai-X smirked faintly, calmly blocking every attack.
"Fast… but still too easy to read," he said coldly.
Feeth leaped into the air and launched a spinning thrust filled with power.
Samurai-X merely shifted his blade slightly, redirecting the attack with flawless defensive technique.
Dust and sparks scattered everywhere, causing the entire audience to hold their breath.
Commentator:
"Look at that! Feeth's spinning attack collides against Samurai-X's blade!"
"This duel is getting hotter and hotter!"
"Spectators, this isn't even the climax yet, but the tension has already exploded!"
Feeth landed but refused to stop.
He jumped again, attacking from the right side while spinning his body and using his momentum to increase his speed.
Samurai-X swung his sword and blocked the strike with unbelievable precision.
They exchanged attacks several times within mere seconds.
Commentator:
"Wow! Their speed is almost impossible for ordinary eyes to follow!"
"Every collision creates brilliant flashes of light!"
Several minutes passed as the duel continued relentlessly.
Both fighters attacked, retreated, and countered repeatedly.
The audience cheered louder and louder, every eye fixed upon the arena.
Dust danced through the air with every movement.
Feeth spun once again, his attacks twisting like shadows around the battlefield.
Samurai-X blocked calmly, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Samurai-X:
"Hm… you're brave enough. But this fight will soon end."
Feeth:
"I won't lose so easily!"
Feeth attacked from another angle, his strikes quick and slippery.
Samurai-X blocked once more, but Feeth managed to slash toward Samurai-X's shoulder.
Samurai-X flinched slightly as dust exploded around them.
The crowd roared hysterically.
Commentator:
"Look at that! Feeth pierced through Samurai-X's defenses!"
"But don't forget—the legendary swordsman is still waiting for the perfect moment to strike back!"
Samurai-X stared sharply at Feeth, analyzing every movement carefully.
"Alright… it's time to finish this," Samurai-X said calmly.
He swung his sword with full power.
Feeth attempted to dodge—
but Samurai-X's blade was far too fast.
The strike landed directly across Feeth's chest.
Feeth was launched high into the air, creating a massive storm of dust.
Commentator:
"This is it… the decisive moment!"
"A lethal strike from Samurai-X!"
"Feeth has been thrown into the air… is this the end for the assassin?!"
Feeth crashed onto the arena floor.
His body slowly became fragile.
Gradually, his skin and flesh turned into dust, scattering into the wind throughout the Colosseum.
The audience fell silent for a moment—
before exploding into deafening cheers once more.
Commentator:
"Feeth… has fallen!"
"The assassin representing the Warriors… has turned to dust within the Colosseum arena!"
"The first duel ends dramatically!"
"But the battles are far from over!"
"Who will win the next duel? Can the Warriors strike back… or will the Invaders continue their domination?!"
Samurai-X stood calmly at the center of the arena, his shining sword still raised while Feeth's dust drifted around him.
The cheers of the spectators thundered once more, yet a strange feeling of anticipation lingered in the air.
The first duel had ended.
And one thing was now clear—
the games of the Colosseum had only just begun.