24 Warrior Tournament

Upon entering the tavern, Ayla got some stares, which all turned to the man who decided to walk up to Ayla, unguarded as he considered her a weak woman.

'Another dumbass, but as long as he doesn't try anything, then I'll let him go with either a few broken bones or a hundred. It's all up to him.' Ayla thought as she changed the direction she was walking, ignoring the lustful man.

Ayla found an open table, and sat at it, as the lustful man followed, placing his hand against and leaned on the table, seeming to be drunk. "Beauty, how about you come to my table, and we can play together?"

'Restrain yourself…' Ayla thought, as she really wanted to kill him and said, "No thanks. I'm fine where I am."

He leaned in closer, showing his crooked teeth. "I asked you nicely, so come over and sit with us strong samurai."

"Let me repeat myself; no thanks!!" Ayla said, swatting at him to go away.

He slammed his hand on the table, gaining the attention of the samurai, who went back to their own business. "You bitch, I asked you nicely, but since you are not taking my kindness, I'll do it forcefully."

He extended his hand to grab Ayla's arm in the same manner that the young master of the Uchida Clan did, slow and steady in the eyes of Ayla, not putting Ayla in his eyes.

Ayla moved her hand a bit, so that it was facing the man, and flicked her at the man, creating air currents that sent the man flying back into the wall.

*Bang! He hit the wall less than a second after Ayla's flick, as the path to the place where she now lay embedded in the wall was cleared.

"Next time, don't be so arrogant, especially when you don't know their strength. But that only implies that you have a next time." Ayla stated, coldly.

The thought that was running through the minds of the shocked samurai within the tavern was, 'I'm glad that I wasn't the one who went after her, otherwise I would be in the same position'.

The men who were with the arrogant drunk man walked over to his unconscious body and pulled him out of the wall, before leaving the tavern, as they had already felt ashamed of him losing to a woman.

A waiter walked over to Ayla, trembling slightly with fear in his eyes, as he didn't want to end up like the man that was embedded in the wall and said, "What do you want to order?"

"I'll get something that's heavy and I'll pay extra for the damage I caused." Ayla said with a slight smile.

"Alright, it'll be done in a few minutes." The waiter left to go pour her drink.

With the samurai sitting back going back to their conversations with some fear still in their eyes, Ayla began to eavesdrop.

Ayla directed her attention toward one table next to her where two men drinking mugs of alcohol sat, listening to, "Do you know how many women I fucked?"

Immediately after hearing the question, Ayla thought 'disgusting.' and redirected her attention to another table with three samurai sitting at it.

"That black-haired woman sitting over there is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, but her strength is unfathomable." The man said, shaking his head in dissatisfaction, as he would rather have Ayla as a weak woman, so he could do whatever he wanted.

'A man who admires my beauty, but all he can think about is dirty things.' Ayla thought, once again redirecting her attention to a table with four samurai sitting at it.

"There's supposed to be a tournament tomorrow, but I hear that Minamoto no Yoritomo, the patriarch of the Minamoto Clan, is going to be spectating the tournament." The man said with a confident grin, signifying that he had complete confidence in winning.

After hearing the name of her target, Ayla's interest was slightly piqued as a grin emerged on her face. 'I can enjoy fighting in the tournament and use the tournament to kill my target, making it a win-win situation. Well, at least for me.'