Clearing The Table (2)

Ed and the rest felt the eyes of the fighters pierce through them, as though trying to find who the rankless one was.

"Observator? What kind of card is this?" the curator raised a brow at Nti Anem.

"Slot it in and find out." Nti Anem answered and the curator did as said.

"Who do you wish to fight?" he asked.

"Let the tower decide." Nti Anem answered.

When he did, Nti Anem's name remained blank on the board, not paired with any other.

"Have you fought before? I have never seen this kind of situation." the curator frowned.

"There are no fights for me to fight means just that. Move on." Nti Anem said and the curator paused. But he was right. The tower had decided.

"Observator. Does this mean you are only going to just watch the games till the top level?" Ku Jian asked and Nti Anem nodded.

"Impossible! Don't make up stuff!" before the curator could rebuke Nti Anem, one of the fighters had opened his mouth.

"And if I do?" Nti Anem asked.