Carina headed to the restroom when she spotted a familiar Izarian walk out of the waiting room to powder her nose. Well look what the space cat dragged in... her feline eyes locked on the alien farm girl, never thought I see you around here. Carina thought as she saw Stella enter in one of the stalls. The Cat's Eye spy followed her into restroom, closing the door as it slowly creaked itself shut.

Stella entered the stall and locked it before lowering her yellow mini skirt along with her black tights to sit on the toilet while Carina looked in the mirror to put on her lipstick. After putting on the lipstick she thought of a harmless prank, Carina pulled out a rouge lipstick and wrote something on the mirror before setting the lipstick laser to activate via voice command and changed the password to activate the laser and took out some chewed bubblegum that she found from under the sink and glued the bottom of the lipstick laser next to the stall where Stella was. Carrina bolted out of the women's restroom when Stella grabbed the toilet paper. After wiping off her biological waste, the used toilet paper was thrown into the trash bin full of used toilet paper and rolled up menstrual pads. Stella hiked up her yellow mini skirt and black tights before unlocking the stall to read what was written on the mirror with rouge lipstick. A star doodled above that quote. "You'll burn out like a star." Then she saw a red light coming out behind her from her reflection before she ducked as the light from the laser hit the doodled star and reflected to where her head would've been if she hadn't dodged in time. The laser burned a hole in the stall where Stella was. The Izarian looked at the damage, then the laser and when she found the lipstick laser glued next to the stall with chewed gum. She rolled the lipstick as the laser reduced in width until it got deactivated. As she held the miniature weapon she looked at the writing on the mirror, it had a similar signature to Carina's.

No... no! I won't obsess about Carina. Not today! She thought while she glared at the mirror before walking out of the women's restroom.

Yin arrived to the waiting room along with June, they were a couple of feet away from the arena. "Here we are." Yin said, June looked around the room before she spotted the arena. Hundreds if not thousands of people were on their seats, waiting for the tournament to commence.

"Thank you, sir." June thanked him.

"No problem, young lady. You can call me Yin." He gave a curt bow that is how the Japanese introduce each other.

"June." She introduced herself as she gave a curt bow. Faim scratched his head, trying to find someone to talk to. When the blonde fighter saw a blonde girl erect her back after exchanging introductions he spotted an elderly man with a samurai hat and a long white beard, he could tell from a distance that Yin was a dojo Master, a sensei, meaning that he could learn new fighting techniques.

Faim's brown eyes beamed with enthusiasm as he dashed to meet the Yamitzu master.

"Hello, my name is Faim. I'm one of the competitors, are you here to compete as well?“ Faim introduced himself and gave a bow to the yamitzu master. To this Yin smiled.

"Hajimemashite, faimu. Watashinonamaeha masutā indesu. Sōdesu, watashi mo tōnamento ni sanka shite imasu." (Nice to meet you, Faim. My name is Master Yin, and yes, I'm also competing in the tournament.)

While Yin and Faim were communicating in Japanese, June looked around and spotted a teenage boy about her age, next to him was a little girl with long shaggy brown hair. Assuming that the impoverished looking girl was his little sister. Seeing that little girl wrap her little arms around him, reminded June of her little sister. She wanted to comfort the little girl and brush her hair like she used to do with her little sister, but she kept her distance. This was why she signed up for the tournament, to win in order to get her sister back from the underground crime organization. That was the task they gave her.

Scale thought wisely about choosing who to talk to. He didn't feel comfrotable talking to the dominative raptors or Hwa Hae Ji, who seemed nervously suspicious. Almost as if she had alternative motives for being there.

So, when Scale's eyes locked on someone who had a similar fear and nervousness to their eyes. He just witnessed her say goodbye to her companion, leaving her standing alone in the centre of the coliseum.

Scale takes a deep breath in before approaching Annabell and introducing himself.

"H-hello, my name is Scale. This is my first time fighting in the tournament. How about you?" Scale started, Annabell turned around to see the reptilian have a nervous smile.

"Hi, my name is Annabell, it's also my first time fighting here." The human looked at Scale in the eyes, he also had yellow eyes, eyes of a serpent though he seemed docile.

Meanwhile, Blade and Melon continue to lovingly embrace. Blade notices the variety of species, with some a look of excitement for the glory of battle while some have a look of fear and anxiety, afraid for their friends and what the importance of this tournament means to them.

Grim was used to glares and usually he wouldn't mind, but the fact a distasteful furball of a beast would judge his actions.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a keychain where a cashmere, cat made piece of fur hanged into his hand.

Grim waved it in front of Jinx as he menacingly whispered, "I need a new chain."

Jinx hissed. Maggie held her cat while Jinx showed her claws. "Calm down, Jinx. He's not worth it." Maggie tried to soothe her cat before glaring at Grim and stood. She carried Jinx over her shoulder before Jinx meowed something along the lines of "don't talk to me or my human ever again" then hissed like a feral cat while Maggie moved to find a new seat. Grim ellicited a sinister laugh.

He loved bringing out the worst in people, or in this case, a black talking furball. He ate the buttery treat before another woman came up to him. Must be one of the receptionisy since he saw her uniform.

"Would you like a free beverage?" Vilma asked him. FREE? Nothing in this world or in any other dimension gives anything away for free. Though he accepted the free soda anyway, he would've stolen another beverage regardless.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"I wanna see the fighters kill each other." Grim responded, before Vilma leaned in and whispered.

"So do I." This piqued his interest, he looked at the receptionist and saw that she had hazel eyes, dark brown hair in a typical bob, an average human, with a lot of malice. The malice is what caught his attention. "Meet me at the reception if you're interested." She walked a step before adding, "I'll pay for the drink that you just stole." As she walked away from the spectators, Grim slurped on the straw. Now this got entertaining.

Hexice pranced up the hall into a crowd of people as he searched for Breloq. When he was drawing the crowd's attention, he stopped in his tracks, took his clover-patterned skirt and flipped it inside out to wear it as a black cloak. He was not embarrassed nor frightened by the stares. If anything, he was actually overjoyed. Every eye that he met, gave him jolts of ecstasy. Every person was a mystery. The lives of everyone were from places he didn't even know existed. His diamond eye was slowly opening. He had to hurry. If his eye opened any further, he would get paralyzed with excitement. He had to avoid any more contact if he wanted to find Breloq in time before the actual fight began. He shuffled through the crowd quickly.

Breloq appears around the corner and walks up to Ryan.

"There you are. Where were you?" Ryan asked, looking up at the 10ft deity. Breloq opened the zipper to respond.

"A little exploring." He pauses. "Who was she?"

"She? Oh, you mean Haeji." Ryan responded.

"Is she taking part of the fight?" Breloq queried as he observed at the Daoitu thief sttuter something.

"Yeah."

"Any reason?" Breloq shifted his gaze at Ryan.

"I believe she said money for her brother."

Breloq rubs his chin... "That makes sense."

"Why would you care? Just go see the place and leave us alone." Felin retorted, glaring at Breloq.

"No need to argue here." Ryan said to Felin. Turning to Breloq, he spoke. "Did you hear anything?"

Breloq zips his lips and gives a shrug.

"Of course you'd do that." Felin sneered.

"H-hey, s-sorry if I took so long heh." Hae Ji saw Breloq come out. "WHAT THE SH-" , and took out her scythe.

Breloq unzipped his lips, letting his jaw hang, "Hey little miss. Save that for the fight." He eyed the weapon. "Lovely knife you have, though I'd have to say, that blade will only make a scratch on me. But feel free to slice him or," he waves his thumb at Felin, "that little runt."

"Hmph, don't call me that." Hae Ji glared at the 10ft deity.

Faim enjoyed talking to the Yamitzu master. "There are four forms?" Faim asked.

"Yes, there are four forms in the arts of Yamitzu. The first form is Shien; it focuses on repetitive swift and aggresive attacks, commonly used to overwhelm the opponent and shoot gut blows in hopes of triggering yamitzu strikes. The second form is Junu..." June perked her ears, she thought that someone called her before realizing that ghey were talking about martial arts. "It focuses on the addition of brute force to ordinary attacks, in order to amplify bone crushing blows there by making them far too powerful. The third form is Sianoi, it focuses on when and where yamitzu forces occur and applying them in combat. This form is the most difficult to master because it requires paper thin precision." When Yin was about to tell Faim about the last form of yamitzu, Mewmi called out to Faim until he found him.

"Faim! There you are!" Mewmi went up to him and grabbed him by the arm.

"What are you doing?" Faim asked.

"C'mon, we need one more fighter to sign up and I recommended you." Mewmi said before she held a strong grip on Faim's arm and dragged him out of the waiting room with her hidden strength.

"Where are you taking me?" Faim asked as he was pulled away from Master Yin. Faim's voice got farther away from the yamitzu master's hearing.

"To the Gladatorium Tryouts!" Mewmi pulled Faim out at breakneck speed.

"I was about to know what the last form of Yamitzu was." Faim managed to keep up with her speed.

"It can wait!" Mewmi told him.

Astrid took a nervous step back, shying away from the dinos and glanced around for more friendly seeming contestants that won't possibly bite off her hands. She checked her Hologlyphic watch for any new messages, and jumped as a very angry sounding voicemail echoed through the hall: "AY, PIPSQUEAK, WHERE ARE YOU HIDING!? I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF ALEXANDER'S PACING! I'M SO CLOSE TO KILLING HIM." Another voice then spoke. "Tr, chill. Hey Astrid!! We're trynna find out what part of this labyrinth we ended up in, so we might take a while." Astrid smiled and chuckled at Ash's comment, before closing her voicemail.

"Not now Mewmi, I wanna know who will be my opponent." Faim said to the Femme Feline.

"C'mon, Faim. It'll be quick, just sign your name! Consider this tryout as a substitute until the real match starts." Mewmi coaxed him. Faim sighed in defeat before accepting.

"Fine." Faim signed his name on the form.

Astrid watched who she now knows as Faim and Mewmi after the blonde fighter handed over the form to a bald man before leaving the booth. I should probably follow them. Should I follow them? I mean, that Faim guy mentioned something about an opponent, and I should be fighting in the match. She drew her own conclusions in her head before straightening her purple beanie.

Follow the duo it is.

Astrid's plan to follow Faim and Mewmi didn't last long. Mewmi headed upstairs to reach the 2nd floor to take her seat while Faim walked back to the waiting room where Mewmi dragged him out, so Astrid had no choice but to pick who she was going to follow, since Faim was also competing in the tournament, it made perfect sense for Astrid to follow him.

Meanwhile, Adrian brought the forms towards his office to save the information that he collected from his competitors: Saki Chong Soo, a mute, 18 year old, tan skinned female that resorts to rune magic to help raise her defenses with an introverted personality. Felix, a 24 year old male that carries a musket loaded with mana bullets that can be reloaded at any given time with a sadistic smile gracing his features with great intellect about his prey. Hong Yuhua, a woman with Chinese ethnicity that wears a pink uniform with metallic gloves with spiked tips that can be shot with attached wires which can be ignited. Chris, a 250 year old Venusian with a preference to wearing blue suits, his golden mane, clean skin and his sky blue eyes can attract females within a 50 mile radius along magical abilities that can be used to heal or summon weapons. Maori Knaiver, a curly brunette with hazel eyes, a young female thief who teases anyone she meets, a glaive wielder with a capacity to shoot fireballs accompanied by Rax, her sidekick, a baby blue dragon that controls water and serves as a moral compass. Maggie Mazzi, an Italian raven haired magician girl with a bob cut and amber eyes, sporting a typical magician attire and a top hat and wand, magic abilities to summon circus animals and use magic cards as shurikens, deadly darts and knife throwing. Accompanied by her pet cat named Jinx, a black cat with matching amber eyes which can cause bad luck to adversaries. Mewmi, a female gijinko than can shapeshift from human to cat, in her human form she has golden blonde hair and blue eyes, in her cat form she has blonde fur, in her gijinko form she has long golden blonde hair and fur, and red eyes, in her hellcat form she grows a lion's mane, crimson eyes, sharp claws that can cut through steel and can run 85 MPH. Faim, a 23 year old martial artist, a brown-eyed blonde with messy hair with a braided rat tail, sporting a sleeveless orange gi and brown tabe boots. No magic abilities whatsoever. He saved the data that he typed, then headed up to the 5th floor.

Faim returned to the waiting room, the young martial artist was happy to see that the Yamitzu master was still there. "Sorry about that, Mewmi can be really stubborn. Once she wants something, there is no force that could stop her. Speaking of force, what was the last form of Yamitzu that you were about to tell me?" Faim recalled.

"The fourth form of Yamitzu is called Horiani, it focuses on using your opponents movements to generate your own yamitzu force and it is best used as a defensive form." 

Astrid entered as she saw the other competitors, Faim took a defensive stance in order to practice this technique, however Yin advised the blonde martial artist to wait for the right moment to practice.

Scale and Annabell walked out of the arena, in the waiting room, he saw a blonde teenage girl sitting on the couch while he saw a teenager with dark bangs talking to a tall creature with beady eyes and spiked legs while Hwa Hae Ji was talking to a little girl with shaggy brown hair. "Scale, are you okay? It seemed that you zoned out for a second." Annabell waved a hand between his eyes.

"What? Oh, I was checking, I can hear the tall man with the top hat or the little girl talking but I can't sense them." Scale explianed.

"So you have like infrared vision, like an actual snake?" Annabell smiled. 

"Yeah, you can say that." Scale's eyes locked on someone on Hwa Hae Ji and then at June. Then Annabell got in the way and asked. 

"What do you see when you look at me?" In his natural reptilian sight he saw her body have shades of red, pink, orange and yellow. He blinked twice and saw that Annabell had wavy brown hair, slightly tanned skin, her brown eyes, and her purple cloak. 

"Warm colors." Scale gave a thin smile.

Maggie sat next to a wizard that had silvery white hair and yellow eyes. He had a similar eye color to her and Jinx. Her black cat laid on her lap while Maggie petted her with a gloved hand. Eros saw the black cat while keeping a stiff posture. So the black cat wasn't part of Annabell's imagination. Jinx purred while Maggie caressed her back. Micah stood from her seat to go to the restroom. Ximo headed to the restroom as well after digesting the protein shakes. 

Patricia stomped angrily at the hall, thinking what Hexice said to her. You are nothing more than a puppet waiting to be thrown out. Whether by random or by choice, your ending is the same. 

He's nothing more than a charlatan. His cards won't determine my fate. Patricia thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face while her green eyes flared with concealed rage. Just when the thought that it was the last time she saw the deity in the halls he took over an empty booth for his card readings. Great, just her luck.