Chapitre 21: Tower of Battle (322 Words)
"Where the hell am I ?"Asks a young man in simple black shirt and trousers with military boots on his feet as he opens his eyes and takes a look around him.
He stands in a big hall out of clean stone and some pillars with a lonely statue in the middle.
He walks before the statue and let his eyes wander over it, it is a statue of a simple looking plate armor with a plain sword in its hands.
Walking around it to take a look from every side, he soon stands once again before it and asks a different question.
"What do you want from me?" To this question a small rectangle appears before him in which following stands
,,You are chosen as one of the participant of the [Tower of Battle] and have the qualification to achieve true mastery of an Art,,
The hell dose that mean? On one moment I stand in the middle of a waiting line and the next you say that I am in a tower of battle and can achieve a mastery of an Art? What is this Art even?
But all his rambling got cut short as the stone statue begins to move with cracking sounds.
Reacting fast he takes his distance from the living statue and observes as it takes a oblivious fighting stance, ready to charge at him every moment.
Calmly analyzing his surrounding in search for a possible weapon to defend him self against the statue, his eyes catch sight of a wall that appeared behind him without his notice. On this wall there are all sorts of different weapons and armor, above it hovers a number ,,5,,.
"Looks like the meaning of ,,Art,, is a Weapon a Art and now I have to chose." He mumbles under his breath.
Looking over the wall with a thoughtful expression till his eyes locked on a pair of plain gray gauntlets.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone