"…"
With silence reigning in the martial arts temple, everyone held their hands in prayer, and inside their minds, they each recited the sacred oath of the old martial gods.
"We, the children of the martial gods, have gathered here to crown the strongest children of the current generation."
The temple priest said and drew an ancient cross on his chest in ash to signify the beginning of the final round.
Only two dojos remain.
The temple's gates were firmly shut—the two defeated dojos of yesterday weren't allowed to enter these grounds for the rest of the year.
They had their third-place fight earlier this morning, and Ghoul Dojo came victorious.
Silent and cold-looking, the students of Wraith Dojo stared down their opponents with a lack of joy in their eyes.
Returning the gaze, Yokai Dojo looked at them with several different kinds of expressions—nervousness, fear, and expectation.
