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The energy in the stadium was purely electric as spectator after spectator flooded into the stands in a mad rush to observe the semi final battle. Heavy metal music was pumped in through massive speakers, acting as a catalyst to the already ecstatic peoples gathered within the massive arena walls.

Now decorated with all sorts of flags and glitter, the stadium had never looked more impressive since its original construction – the appearance matched that of even visits from the monarchy. Certainly, this was one highly anticipated fight – and it was not even the final!

Auron found himself in the tunnel once more, facing the harsh pre-battle anticipation. Little could disturb this fighter, not even the roaring music or supercharged crowd. The whole stadium shook with anticipation – it seemed this fight was certainly a spectacle to be observed.

Standing, Auron scooped up his weapon which was a little different in design to the blade which he had carried to previous battles, since his other had been scuffed and damaged from his encounters with Deidara and Priscilla. The weapon was somewhat strangely designed, with a pincer-like point at the tip. The handle was longer than that on most swords, even outclassing most two-handed weapons. It allowed for excellent grip and also allowed his stance to give him both offensive and defensive advantages.

“Ladies and gentleman…” the announcer began. This time, it was a different man calling out the names of the combatants. His voice was deeper, and altogether more showbiz. Auron walked to the mouth of the tunnel, expressionless as he stared out at the sun-drenched arena floor.

“Please welcome to the arena… Auron!”

The crowd erupted with volcanic energy, cheering at the top of their lungs in admiration of the warrior monk. He walked out, his usual battle attire billowing behind him in the wind. Nothing could have matched the anticipation he now felt, as the energy from the crowd rushed into his own heart.

Auron let out a long, hard breath as he stood in the middle of the white tiled floor, taking up a battle stance in preparation for his as yet unannounced opponent.