The tournament sounded like great place to see how strong he's gotten.... Until he heard about the magic rule. W-well, it wasn't like Emizel still didn't know how to fight, and he had learned a bit just from watching others, it still shouldn't be that bad. It's supposed to be just a game with foam bats for crying out loud.

Once ready he stepped up, though Moxie seemed to have wanted to desperately go with him. Good thing stage was just tall enough for him not to climb over otherwise it's no surprise he would try. Once Moxie was settled, Emizel was a little more shocked at his opponent.

"Y-you again?" he didn't exactly remember her name. But he did at least remember that it was the person that helped him. What were the odds of that?