@Weird Tales @NacNak @1Hawkeyes @Shazbot21"This wish business can be a very delicate matter, I personally wouldn't wish for anything that would have very far reaching effects. I think wishing your master back is fine, but we should also try to not get into the habit of relying on the dragon balls to solve every problem that comes our way, at school they taught me that every positive action can have a negative reaction as well. I will help with the search for these dragon balls, but we have to be careful, every villain that I have fought would commit genocides just for the chance to have a wish from the dragon"
"Most definitely, that much power could be very deadly if it were in the wrong hands. Most men could only ever dream about wishing for their own selfish ideas." Master Roshi agreed, as he finished his glass of water.
"What would you wish for, Master Roshi?" Kiro snickered, he was well aware of the master's perverted personality, and could only imagine what Roshi's heart would truly desire if he had the power to choose a single wish.
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Yes, if I had those balls, what would I wish for?' He questioned himself long and hard, as he thought of an answer for Kiro's question. "I would wish for..." He began to imagine himself surrounded by beautiful women, each one of them gladly willing to do whatever he wanted them to. Blood suddenly shot out from both of his nostrils, as he was thrown backwards, slamming his head against the wall. "Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, unknowingly out loud, as he slid along the wall, and onto the floor (with the chair he's still sitting in). He awkwardly stared back at everyone at the table, as he quickly stood up, straightening his glasses, and wiping his nose with a tissue from his pocket. He always carried a box of tissues in his jacket pocket for times like these. "Oh, yes, look at the time." He tried to change the subject, as he heard Shin's suggestion. "You guys don't want to be late, now do you?! You should hurry over to wherever your supposed to meet!" He exclaimed, as he proceeded to carefully dust off his nice dress pants, slightly stained with blood. "I'll try and go find a good place to watch your fights." He lied, as he gave one last nod to the group. "I wish you all good luck." With that, Master Roshi turned around, and began to walk out of the hall.
"Wait, I'll come with you. I'm not fighting in the tournament either, remember?" Ally reminded him, obviously teasing him, as she was already certain he was going off to change into his alter ego, Jackie Chun.
Dozens of beads of sweat poured down the turtle hermit's face, as he tried to think of another excuse to get away. "You know, that water really moved through the ol' digestive track. I'm going back to the restroom, I'll meet you in the stands." He lied once more, not even turning to face the woman. She'd see right through his lie if he did so! Roshi quickly sped off, hoping to leave before Ally could suggest herself waiting outside the men's bathroom. '
I'll just tell her I got lost in the crowd. Yes, that's perfect! You're a genius, Roshi!' He patted himself on the back, as he already began to decide what he'd say once he never showed up to meet Ally.
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Master Roshi's really powerful, but he sure is weird.' Kiro thought to himself, as he watched the man speed off. The boy looked up at the clock, all the talk about the dragon ball had swept his mind away from the tournament. Now that things were inching closer, fear seemed to swallow Kiro up, as he felt like his heart had stopped beating. All of his fights thus far had been easy, but as he saw with Ally, it was just because he got lucky. He could have easily fought someone like Jackie Chun, and lost in the first round of the preliminaries. If these fighters made it all the way to the quarter-finals, Kiro was sure that no matter who he fought, it was sure to be a tough battle. "M-Me and you, Akita! We'll wipe the floor with the rest of these guys!" He exclaimed, with a not-so-genuine laugh, as he made a silly face at both Gin and Shaz. They seemed like pretty nice people, but he had to stick with his training partner.
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(I'm going to skip to them all being in the room where Majin Eve already is. The temple behind the main stage. XD)
The announcer walked into the building, as he carefully counted the individuals standing and conversing in the room. "One, two.." He mumbled, as he pointed over to Eno and Samu. "Three, four, five, six..." The man continued, as he pointed to Kiro, Akita, Gin, and Shin. "Seven..." He pointed over to Majin Eve. "And eight." He sighed in relief, as Jackie Chun had just entered the room from the back entrance.
"Now, can I have your attention please?" The announcer yelled out for the groups, as he carefully held a clipboard under his shoulder. "I need you all here at the front!" He informed them, as everyone lined up in front of him.
Two people suddenly wheeled a whiteboard directly behind the referee, as an empty (as in no names had been written down on it yet) bracket had been drawn. He took a wooden pointer off the shelf of the board, as he pointed to the bracket. "You'll be drawing lots to determine your opponents, and the order of the fights. So come up when you're called." He explained, as he looked down at his clipboard. One of the men who wheeled over the whiteboard returned on the scene, now holding a wooden box, similar to the box they used to determine the preliminary fights. "Hmm, so your name is..." He looked down at the board, as he called out the first name. "Eno?"
Eno simply nodded his head, as he approached the man holding the box. He carefully dug his hand inside the box to reach for a slip of paper.
"Akita..." Kiro nudged her arm with his elbow. "Look at the symbol on his chest." He whispered, as he nodded his head off in Eno's direction. It read 'CRANE' in Japanese. The young man had to be a student of Master Roshi's rival! His training had to be just as difficult as theirs if Eno was able to make it all the way to the quarter-finals.
"It's an eight." Eno calmly informed, as he looked up at the referee for further instruction.
"Uh-.." The referee trailed off, as he got lost in Eno's uncomfortable gaze. He definitely didn't look like the type of guy he would want to fight. "Right! Let's see here," He turned his attention to the board, as he sat down his pointer, and picked up a marker laying on the shelf. "I guess that puts you in fight number four." He informed Eno, as he wrote the boy's name down under the eighth line.
"Now," He looked back to his clipboard. "Jackie Chun?" He called, as the old master approached to pull out his number. "Alright, you chose number six," he confirmed, looking at the man's paper, as he turned to write it down on the board. "That puts you in fight number three." He informed Chun, along with the rest of the group, as he wrote 'Jackie Chun' under the sixth line.
"Mr. Gin?" He called out for the hero.
