Grinding Stone
The arena wasn't very anywhere near its full capacity. Usually, for an event like this, one might expect audience members from all across the Pedestal Plane to make their way here. However, what everyone was truly excited about was the Final Selection Tournament, this Wild Card Tournament was much less appealing to those who had traveled far and wide, leaving the arena at only about a quarter of its capacity.
Still, this was only because it was the first day of the Wild Card Tournament. On the final and third day, there would be no shortage of individuals who would make their way here. After all, of those who fought on the third day, a good portion of them would enter the final tournament.
There was a total of ten thousand participants. Ryu stood emotionlessly among them, the space around him practically completely cleared out as usual.
'How anti-social.' Ailsa teased, swinging her long slender legs about as she sat on Ryu's shoulder.