Last Chance to Leave!
Joshua walked over to the large bouncer and handed him the slip that was given to him by the clerk. The bouncer eyed the slip and then looked at Joshua, only to look back at the slip, and then back at Joshua, then back at the slip again.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, with almost a hint of worry in his deep voice. "This is a dangerous tournament, with the strongest swordsmen from all over the world. I doubt someone like you would stand much of a chance."
"Just tell me where I need to go already." Joshua said. "There is no use in worrying about me. I will be fine."
"Oh, right, you did say you were the demon lord." The bouncer said. "I hope for your sake it wasn't a lie. You will need that kind of strength here.