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Fresh from her first win, Vyse's first mate is ready and able to take down any foe that stands in her way. And hey, just her luck that her opponent this week is the weakest of God's Ten Wisemen, the obsessively loud Shigeo. With her mastery over green magic, plus her ever-handy long-range boomerang, Shigeo will be hard pressed to take down the speedy young woman. He shouldn't be ashamed though. After all, if Drachma couldn't slap some sense into her with his ten ton hand, what could? |
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A GREAT BATTLE IS TO BE FOUGHT. ONCE AGAIN, WISE MAN SHIGEO ENTERS THE ARENA LOOKING FOR A SOUL TO TORTURE. HIS TARGET IS AIKA, HANDLEBAR-HAIRED MISTRESS OF FOOLS. HIS DEADLY ATTACKS WILL CRUSH HER, AND HER USELESS BODY WILL BURN IN THE FIRES OF INFRINGEMENT. EVEN IF THAT DOESN’T WORK, SHIGEO CAN ALWAYS YELL IN HER EAR AND FRIGHTEN HER TO DEATH! |
Dhyerwolf Zidane sat in a hole in the wall bar, drinking away his miseries with Quina. “It’s not, hic, fair,” Zidane said drunkenly. “My one chance in, and I have to fight that worthless loser…uh…Shigeo. Now everyone is laughin’ at me.” “Quina not care! Quina want food! Give Quina food or Quina eat YOU!” “Quina, you’re so funny. Trying to use humor to ease my pain.” Suddenly, a comely young female walked into the tavern. Being an extreme lecher, Zidane whipped his head around. His target was none other than Shigeo’s next opponent Aika. Zidane stumbled over to where she was sitting. “Oh, hi Zidane. Tee hee. Sorry about your loss to Shigeo. I’ll back sure to take him down for you, hee.” Zidane sat next to her, and leaned in as closely as possible. “Would you like to go on an airship…I mean, you know Shigeo is immune to status, right?” Shock lit up Aika’s face. “That’s okay, because, see, I got a plan. And let’s just say if it works, you and me can go out sometime…” The Day of the Duel “Are you sure this will work, Tee Hee?” “Trust me sweetcheeks, this plan is full proof. And you’re actually in the ring and we’re not technically helping you. Now, you, me, and Quina have to get dressed if we’re going to pull this off.” In the Ring HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME WAIT! I AM SHIGEO, MASTER OF YELLING AND CREATION OF PASTRY DESSERTS!! I AM LIKE A GOD!!! Behind him, a mysterious figure climbed into the arena in a rather awkward fashion. “Jibril not care! Give Jibril food! Jibril is hungry!” “JIBRIL! WHY ARE YOU HERE? AND WHY ARE YOU MOVING SO ODDLY! AND YOUR VOICE IS DIFFERENT? AND YOUR EYES ARE THE WRONG COLOR!” “Uh…Shigeo imagining things...Yes. Is same Jibril as always! Jibril hungry! Shigeo must get Jibril delicious Frogs!” “BUT…THE MATCH…AND FROGS?” “Puny Girl not show up! Shigeo win by default! Now, step outside of ring, and get Jibril food!” With that, Shigeo started to fly out of the ring. However, his aim was rather bad, and he hit a pole instead. His jet pack malfunctioned, and the Wiseman started flailing around the arena. “This wasn’t in the plan Zidane,” Aika said from inside the robe. “Don’t worry sweetcheecks, he’ll fly out eventually. I told you impersonating Jibril would work. Shigeo is such a loser.” "Quina is hungry. Hopes Wiseman come back with delicious frogs. Why is screaming noise getting stronger?" “JIBRIL, HELP ME! I’M COMING CLOSER! GET OUT OF THE WAY!” The trio stood dumbfounded as a hapless Shigeo collided into “Jibril,” sending the imposters outside the arena and out of the fake Wiseman robe. As Aika, Zidane, and Quina lay on the ground, Zidane could only think of how he failed again, and how much worse the mocking would get. Aika: 17 |
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