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Katsunaki Clan
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We’re starting when everyone is making their way towards the Katsunaki castle, Where they will be staying during he tournament. It is around evening time and everyone is supposed to meet in the dining hall of the castle for a feast.
Nato was walking, The castle just came into view from the small dirt road he was taking. He was very excited, Too excited. He made himself lighter and started running, It looked a lot faster then a regular person running.
Tora was sitting in a big chair, Alligned with an elegant dinner table. She had her arms crossed, “Why do I have to meet them, Father?” She asked in a rude manner. “You must meet your competition!” He said to her.
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Releasing a breath of air he didn't know he was holding, he looked around some more. Oh boy he thought to himself as he walked inside, dreading the thought of possibly fighting against Grandar.
Nato walked up the stairs, he was wheezing. He overdid it. He finally made it to the top and was able to catch his breath. “I’m never going to live in a big castle” he murmured.
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"Hey there little man," Grandar said, interrupting Garoka's thoughts. Garoka felt a drop of sweat trickle down his forehead. The man offered him a herb before smiling. "Uh...thanks..." Garoka mumbled as the man walked away. He sighed and looked around at the table, looking for a seat.
Tora didn’t shift her gaze, she was taken aback by the smile. Nobody has ever done that to her before, most just looked away or ran. Every now and then she would mysteriously twitch, it was a small twitch that would affect different limbs, sometimes affecting her movements. She took her eyes off Garoka and looked towards Grandar once more, the large man was intriguing.
Garoka's face turned a bright red as his stomach growled out of hunger. "****," he mumbled, slouching over as if it would help lower the volume of the incessant grumbling. Food, food, food, food, food, the thoughts reverberated throughout his mind. After a moment, he rested his head on his hand, elbow propped on the table, bored. He eagerly awaited to see what glorious meal would be prepared for competitors.