He'd come out of the gambling bar (Corrected kicked out) the same as he had before, this time he lost his clothes damn it why could he never win at Pachikno! Yamato was feeling down on his luck, i mean why not look at him all he has left is the skin on his body and the sword on his waist. Enraged by this he picked up a stone and lobed it through the bars window, moments later he was found in the gutter beaten up by the police from the back.
Tss such a lousy life plus no money...he had been better off working for the emperor damn it..time to look for a real job! This times gonna be different i tell you!
That's what he kept saying to himself as he went to a bulletin board, he skimmed through all the job lists until he could find the highest price,....10 MILLION YEN! Yippe! He thought to himself the hardships over he'll go there win the tournament then bathe in sake eating some freshly sushi made in front of him oh the hard times are over time to go go go! He ran to the location of the tournament going as quick as he can, he also try ed speeding up to ignore the fact he barely had any clothes on but never mind 10 MILLION YEN IM HERE!
When he outside the entrance, he was slightly scared. The building was a rundown temple with barely the will to stand, you could tell that his building had been fire from undersiege a time ago, the building was probably older then Yamato himself...tsk..these problems.
As he started to take a step into the building, he could see faces inside it and not any pretty ones either Yokai....(Japanese term for demons) they were always in this tournament the greedy bastards, they looked the same height as him yet they had better physique tails claws you name it...damn he was at a disadvantage but no they can't beat a samurai not a samurai with this pride! Until they started to smirk at him, ...damn he had no clothes on did he....he just went int a dark corner himself and stayed quiet until the tournament had begun..Yokai weren't the only people in the temple, there was also some mean ass looking fellas scars long hair looked quiet like your local thugs or bandits...damn he just hoped he could get this tournament over and done with so he could go back to Pachikno.