In the most miniature corner of the world , a young man was about to change every thing and his name was Alhan .
The sound of leaves getting blown across the lawn was what Alhan woke up to on the 8th Of August 8007 .
Today was Alhan's birthday , he had just turned eighteen which was the legal age to join the annual tournament in town . The prize money boasted Ten Thousand Rangos .That would be enough to buy five ships and a large mansion , there was also a surprise prize the winner got if they finish in a time of under five minutes in the finals .
Alhan wasn't worried about losing because he was a natural prodigy , gifted with incredible skill in combat . At the age of eight he could rival grown men in a brawl .
He had deep chocolate brown eyes , medium length brown hair and a scar under his mouth on the left side . He wore a brown jacket and white slacks .
As he woke up and left the tavern in which he lived he then headed down to the village of Nosonia , the biggest village in the valley of Yisike and it was practically in the centre of the valley .
Alhan was only at the bottom of his hill and he could already hear how busy it was in town , it was manic with people setting up the stadium in which the tournament would be held .
Alhan went to the check in office and bought his pass for the tournament .