Toshihiro Takeda's Story

Toshihiro was working on making a knife and nails for a new construction project in the cove. He had very few customers today due to the new athletes arival just the day before. He wasn't sure why, but more athletes seemed to be brought in than anyone else, but he had also never been to the games held at the coliseum before. He was sure there must have been some sort of fight to the death because some that did come out were wounded heavily and looked like they had been stabbed or slashed.

"Mr. Takeda!" A fimilar voice shouted as a young Welsh boy came stumbling through the front door. "Clam down, now what is it Tomos?" Toshihiro inquired. The boy was now panting from his run but got out his message after a minute. "Mr. Takeda, there are two men about to fight in the street, and I know how much you like a good fight." It was true, he did like a good fight every now and then, as long as there was an acceptable reason behind it. "Okay," he said as a smile began on his face, "let me put these nails in the slack tub and you can take me to this fight." Toshihiro had a special place in his heart for the boy because he accidently ended up in Titania along with is mother and father who were great doctors of their time. The boy had no clue what was really going on since he was only about 10 and had no idea what had really happened. Tomos' face lit up as he saw the steam rise off the water, "Come on," he said in a raised tone, "we're going to miss it!" As he finished his words the door4 opened, which he had been leaning on, and another fimilar face looked in, emotionless. "You better come quick Toshihiro, you client is fighting a guy twice his size for some land." The smile ran away from his face just as quickly as it had arrived. He walked over to a nail in the wall and hung up his apron up for the day. "Well I better go see if this idiot gets himself killed this time." He had lost all joy in the fight. On one hand it was going to be a good fight, but on another, if his client dies he will lose his payment for the nails. "Okay, let's go." He said as he walked out the door, forgetting his sword in the back room.

As he arrived on the battle ground he saw the the description was about right. His Imperial client was indeed half the size of the man he was fighting. Toshihiro was very annoyed that his client was doing this, he had picked fights before but never with such odds stacked against him. "I hope this is over quick, because if not this is going to be a very painful fight." He himself had faced such odds before but he was fighting in armed combat against a inferior opponent. He glanced down to see the boy wide-eyed and excited to see the fight.