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It was 9:30. Everything was set. Martial-arts gowns were tedious to iron, however, and Genkai stayed up late once-again. She was used to it though.

"Petty demon fools. If I can't wipe them out, I'll have to gather some information. I want to know who is after my head,".

Common sense told Genkai that a price had been placed on her head. She cared little why, only who. And if she entered a grand tournament like this she would easily be able to connect some dots.

...

At the Tourney, the old-master spotted a wild-haired boy in a jump-suit pacing with a smug-look. He became slightly interested now that there was someone in sight.

"First to show up...? That's interesting. You remind me of a fiery pupil I once had,".

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