The competition finally had its winner for the first time and last time. Yes, there will not be any more competition quite like this, as if this competition was just a little game to amuse someone.

Lyon was told by the judge to take his prize, the red-blood sword, inside a little tent behind the market. In there the judge and the committee were waiting for his arrival. Lyon decided to get inside the tent alone and let the other to go to Riku's house instead.

As Lyon stepped inside the tent, he saw his prize hanging upside down inside a glass cube. Unlike his previous weapon, a curved-sword, this sword was a double-edged one and it was slightly thinner. The sword occasionally emitted an ominous feeling to the people who observed it.

At the edge of its hilt was a red-scarlet gem and there was a moving dot of white light inside it while the hilt itself was actually covered in an unknown material like a black-silk.

The main part of the sword, which was the blade, had a deep-red color even thicker than a normal blood. So, how many people, how many beings would it have to kill to have a color like that? Nobody knew the answer.

*tap

A footstep came from behind the glass cube, it was Lyon's previous opponent. however,

(Are you really that poor!) thought Lyon as his face covered in black lines.

Apparently, his opponent wore the same broken mask but now covered with band-aids which barely holding it together. The judge and the committee had no comments on this, in fact, they didn't dare to voice it out.

*sigh

Lyon retracted his own mask, which was exactly like the one the opponent used, and tug it to its hand. At first, the opponent didn't understand until Lyon explained it, then the opponent quickly turned around and change its mask. (I cannot believe I had to explain that gesture!).

*ehem

"Mr, Lyon, first of all, congratulations for being the winner of this match. We can give you the prize, but you have to get it yourself," said the committee.

"What do you mean," said Lyon with a displeased look.

"Grrrr!" Meanwhile, Fenrir suddenly glared at the committee too, sensing his master displeasure.

*gulp

The committee didn't dare to act like a higher person in front of Lyon, because he also got the KIng's Order. Imagine what he would do in person, painful dead that's what.

"C-calm down, Mr.Lyon, It's not that we can't hand you over the prize, it's just that we can't even touch it," said the committee nervously.

However, Lyon still glared at him like he was a prey in a jungle combined with Fenrir who deliberately showing his drool.

*tap

Lyon tapped the committee shoulder while laughing, "Hahaha I'm just joking with you, look at you, telling someone to calm down while you yourself are nervous."

"Ah, you got me there Mr. Lyon," chuckled the committee with his cold sweat (Yeah right, after seeing what you did, it would be weird not to get nervous).

"Back to the topic, why can't you just hand me over the sword? It's right there," said Lyon as he pointed at the glass cube.

*sigh

"Mr. Lyon, do you feel the ominous feeling emitted from the sword?"

"Yes, what of it,"

"Well, the truth is, your opponent over there was the one that found it years ago. But your opponent couldn't wield it!"

(But what does it had to do with the ominous feeling?) thought Lyon before saying, "But he or she is stronger than me,"

However, Lyon's opponent shook its head hearing his response.

"The sword chose its own master," said the committee after taking a deep breath.

"Really?" said Lyon in a surprising manner, (Nope, I already guess this was the case, by the way, what's wrong with the ominous feeling! You deliberately doing this aren't you!).

"Nobody knows the requirement set by the sword itself but your opponent had tried offering it to its friends and the result was the same, they got rejected,"

"Thus the beginning of the competition," cut Lyon.

Everyone inside the tent except Lyon himself was surprised.

"W-wow, you are truly a genius Mr. Lyon, I had the feeling that this sword definitely belongs to you." said the committee.

(THIS IS JUST BASIC DEDUCTION, YOU IDIOTS!) thought Lyon while saying, "Oh no need for such praise." (That's because it sounded more like a sarcasm!).

*Klik

The committee opened the glass cube from the front and gestured to Lyon.

"So I just need to grab the hilt?"

"That is correct," said the committee.

*grab

The people inside the tent was waiting with anticipation, they won't even blink at all.

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However, after waiting for half an hour, there was nothing going on. Even Fenrir went back to sleep. "Hey, are you playing with me?"

"Absolutely not Mr. Lyon, usually about now there is something happening,"

"Then why is - Ngh!" suddenly Lyon gripped even tighter and his eyes became serious.

Everyone else's eyes started to brighten up. (Finally) was what on their mind.

(Oh, no I wanted to fart!) thought Lyon as he began sweating. As he was about to confess he notice everyone was looking at him with anticipation.

(Think fast! What to do!).

Then a not-so-bright idea came inside Lyon's brain like a current.

"Haaah!" Lyon began to scream gradually.

Everyone's hands were gripped tightly in anticipation, like a researcher waiting for its experiment.

"HaaaahH!" Lyon began to scream even louder, catching the attention of people walking outside the tent.

"Hmm what was that scream?" said a young girl.

"Hey is from over that tent let's check it out!" said her friend.

In the blink of an eye, the tent packed with a bunch of people witnessing Lyon gripping the infamous red-blood sword.

(Shit! Why is it more crowded!) thought Lyon, (Ah forget it! Here goes nothing!)

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *fart AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Lyon screamed at the top of his lounge and manage to rile up the crowd too.

(Nobody notice? Mission success!) thought Lyon as he was catching his breath and accidentally touch the scarlet gem with his thumb.

*zing