studiobondurri 581. Ceremonies I
581. Ceremonies I
581. Ceremonies I
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“Damn,” Adam whispered. He was glad he hadn’t bet on Stone Sword, especially not after almost dying to the Noskan. The Noskan seemed relatively unhurt even after facing one of the top four warriors of the greatest segment.
The audience understood Stone Sword was no slouch, they had watched every fight, some of which he had struggled, but that was only expected since they were all within the final stage. However, Fisher Black, who was native to East Port, had the same showing as the rest of the great warriors against the monster known as Raging Bull.
Thankfully, Kitool and Adam had warmed them up to such great upsets, and the crowd went wild for the ridiculousness which was shown even during the last day of the tournament.
With the tournament over, the winners of the various segments were announced constantly throughout the day. Adam and the others relaxed at the guild. The tournament had burnt Adam out, but there was something greater burning in his pockets.
The farmers and the porters spent time in their rooms, trying to understand what was happening. They had, at first, bet thirty gold on each of the fights. Then they increased the bets, before they finally bet three hundred on Adam’s fight against Vasera. They hadn’t lost a bet thanks to them never betting against Adam’s intuition. If they, who were betting conservatively, had managed to earn a thousand gold, then what about the likes of the Iyrmen? Or, more scarily, Adam?
‘I should buy new clothes,’ Adam thought, staring up at the ceiling within his own room. ‘My trousers will rip if I carry all this gold around with me.’
The Iyrmen gathered together in a private room to eat and drink. The teens remained together at one half of the room, holding their own conversation.
“You should have fought too,” Amokan said, pouring his cousin some wine. “You would placed in the top ten of your segment.”
“The gifts given to me are not to be used lightly,” Ilyakan replied, taking a sip of her wine. “There was no need for me to fight in the tournament with so many of we Iyrmen already participating. You and Naqokan have brought much glory to our family.”
Amokan didn’t press her. Ilyakan followed the pair near silently, and though he did not like the fact that his cousin didn’t seem to want to espouse her own opinions, he was glad she assisted them in whatever ridiculous nonsense they wanted to partake in.
Jaygak and Kitool shared drinks and food together. “Katool is going to be so happy. Second place in your first tournament, and you would have beat Jurot if you had used Tigerstaff.”
“That is not certain,” Kitool replied.
“Nothing is certain with Adam,” Jaygak agreed, but she brought up a cup to Kitool’s lips, “except that you would have won.”Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com
“Why did you sacrifice it?” Timojin asked, in their tongue.
“I had no need for it,” Kitool replied. “If I did beat Jurot with Seekerstaff, then my story would have been greater.”
“Did you hold back during the fight?”
“No.”
Timojin just replied with a bow of his head, continuing to drink and pick at the fruit.
The top ten of each segment and range were brought up, starting from the youngest range, before moving along to the older ranges.
“Sponsored by Sir Landon,” and “of Fate’s Golden,” was said so often that one would have thought Adam had spent thousands of gold for the marketing.
‘Nice.’
Nobby, Uwajin, Naqokan, Nirot, Faool, Laygak, Bavin, had taken the top seven spots of the top ten rankings. During the statements, the Iyrmen responded about as expected. They thanked the Iyr and their families, as well as Fate’s Golden.
“Thank you, mister bosses,” Nobby said, before falling silent.
Moments passed.
The crowd cheered for their statements, including the brief, almost forgettable statement by Nobby.
“I’d like to thank Sir Landon for giving me the opportunity to partake in this great tournament,” Adam began. “I will never forget the grace the good sir has shown me. To see Fate’s Golden, a group formed by my brother and I and our best friends reach such a height, it fills me with great pride.”
Adam glanced across the thousands of people watching him. “I want to thank the business, United Kindom, for providing the magical weapons which have assisted the members of Fate’s Golden. As an Executive of the business, I hope that you all have seen the quality of the magical items provided, and will keep the name United Kindom in mind if you have need of magical items. Thank you.”
As Adam stepped out into the back, he was swarmed by his companions.
“Are you okay, Adam?” Jaygak asked, grabbing his head to see if his head was hot.
“What?”
“You didn’t say anything cringe!” Jaygak stated. “You didn’t mention your sister or your children!”
Adam turned up his nose at her words. “Showing off for coming in third place? The next time I fight in a tournament, I’m going to come first place, and then I’ll be sure to embarrass the kids properly.”
The Iyrmen, however, were far more eager to show off their placing, mentioning their families by name during their speeches.
The crowd continued to whisper about how it was rather ridiculous that one group dominated the tournament so handily. Fate’s Golden placed high, and so had almost every Iyrman. Save for Jaygak, who had dropped out, everyone else had managed to dominate the top ten spots.
Adam noted Sir Karra and Sir Roseia glaring at him from nearby as he waited with all the others who placed high from the bottom two ranges. He waited for Jurot and the others. Apparently they needed to wait in order for some of the nobles to want to meet with them once the ceremony was over.
‘At least they know how to have fun,’ Adam thought, noting all the magic between the ceremonies. He mostly ignored it all, instead kicking it with the Golden Savages and Fate’s Golden.
Adam didn't mention his children in his speech?