Minato Yamashita

It was almost night. The next rounds of the tournament would be held at 12:00 pm. The lords and the nobles who passed out woke up, confused. They left the Coliseum excited for the next day. Cross was by Mason"s side. Mason was lowering in pain. He had bandages all around his body. Cross changed his blood bandages. Mason had a terrible fever. Akashiri walked in. It was his turn to fight the next day. He would be up against a blind swordsman named Minato Yamashita. Akashiri knew he would have to prepare for a fight in his life. He opened the fridge pulling out a cold grilled cheese sandwich. He heated it up with his aura. He devoured it quickly. He wiped the oil from his lips, putting a smile on his face. He really enjoyed eating a delightful grilled cheese sandwich. He coughed a couple of times then hopped on his bed. He fell asleep. In his mind, he pictured bow Minato would look. He visioned a blind man with white eyes and a scar across his face. He had two blades. A regular katana and a smaller blade. He knew he would have a hard time, fighting an experienced fighter. He visioned he fought him in the night.