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The End of the Finals and The Festival Begins!
Location: World Martial Arts Tournament, Planet Earth
Time: Saturday, July 16th, 2500
After the fight, Bakuto had let Niko and Angela help him get back to his feet even accepted the senzu bean given to him. He stood up carefully as he went from having neary no energy left to move to his recovered was a bit uneasy at first. He didnt hurt bad but his pride did take quite a hit from the fight but he felt stronger from the experience he had from the tournament. He stood in the ring with the strongest fighter and gave it his all. Bakuto gave the crowd a bow then his opponent out of respect then went to the back initially after the fight before the festival,
Moments Later At the Festival
At the festival Bakuto dreaded even showing up. He strongly disliked social events like these. Social gatherings where people dressed fancy pretending they are high class or trying to show they are better socially then others. Bakuto met this woman along with the others Pan. He had heard her name before or at least the name of her grand father Hercule. He was a legendary fighter, it was hard not to hear about him on his way to this tournament.
She offered to have her officials get them what suits them. Before he could speak Niko was gone and so was Lee, the semi finalists left, Bakuto wish he could leave but he made it to the finals. His burden that he created for himself by his own success. Then Angela spoke before he could then asked him what did he think Bakuto without a second thought with a rather serious, "I'm not wearing a suit. I'll wear my own fighting gear if I am allowed, but I wont wear a suit. The fancy suits isnt for me, I am a fighter not a businessman or some sort of rich tycoon type and I will present myself as such. I see this is an important event, and my clothing that I wear is important to me, and that all that matters."
His attitude quickly dropped and he smiled then said cheerfully, "But that's just me. This is a party still and one should celebrate. Especially you. Champ! I mean you just won the whole tournament that is worth plenty of celebrating before people start lining back up to fight you again for you to see how they match up to the new World Martial Arts Tournament champion. Maybe after a few round of drinks, maybe a lot of few rounds of drinks this kind of party wont be so weird." His cheerful energetic tone he had during the tournament was back as he was finally accepting his loss. In the end he was still a finalist even if he was just the runner up and he had a bit of pride in that.
Moments Later At the Festival
At the festival Bakuto dreaded even showing up. He strongly disliked social events like these. Social gatherings where people dressed fancy pretending they are high class or trying to show they are better socially then others. Bakuto met this woman along with the others Pan. He had heard her name before or at least the name of her grand father Hercule. He was a legendary fighter, it was hard not to hear about him on his way to this tournament.
She offered to have her officials get them what suits them. Before he could speak Niko was gone and so was Lee, the semi finalists left, Bakuto wish he could leave but he made it to the finals. His burden that he created for himself by his own success. Then Angela spoke before he could then asked him what did he think Bakuto without a second thought with a rather serious, "I'm not wearing a suit. I'll wear my own fighting gear if I am allowed, but I wont wear a suit. The fancy suits isnt for me, I am a fighter not a businessman or some sort of rich tycoon type and I will present myself as such. I see this is an important event, and my clothing that I wear is important to me, and that all that matters."
His attitude quickly dropped and he smiled then said cheerfully, "But that's just me. This is a party still and one should celebrate. Especially you. Champ! I mean you just won the whole tournament that is worth plenty of celebrating before people start lining back up to fight you again for you to see how they match up to the new World Martial Arts Tournament champion. Maybe after a few round of drinks, maybe a lot of few rounds of drinks this kind of party wont be so weird." His cheerful energetic tone he had during the tournament was back as he was finally accepting his loss. In the end he was still a finalist even if he was just the runner up and he had a bit of pride in that.
