The participants looked around to see who was going to stand up and they saw only one boy making his way to the arena. Seeing only one participant everyone could only wonder where the other was.
'Are they absent?' Aizen wondered and few of the others thought so.
For the first few seconds the Colossuem was thrown into a pool of whispers.
Why register, but refuse to participate? But then again something like this was not unusual, in fact it was safe to say it was common.
They speculated the other participant judged his or her skills and decided he or she couldn't win despite not even trying. These circumstances were normal. Aizen decided that he just had to wait for the first three to five minutes as per so the rules say.
But little did they know that all their suspicions were far off course, as for the second participant wasn't scared, nor did he flee, or was late. The other participant simply didn't know how to read his number.
As the first minute and a half passed numerous displeasures were heard as they didn't want to wait idly. Soon some people spoke up louder than before so their opinions could be heard and hopefully acted on. Many of the lower-class participants started rechecking their cards and even went as far as asking their friends to confirm just in case they had an eye problem.
Zaril'n sat unaware of what was happening, all he understood was that the other participant needed to be on stage, Zaril'n really wanted to see what gift they might display. Like everyone else Zaril'n pulled out his card from his pocket just to look at it and idle.
A boy who sat in the other row behind Zaril'n caught sight of the number '2', he shifted his body a bit and realized that the boy before him had the number that was being called.
The boy face palmed, tilted his head back and exhaled as if he had just shove a boulder up a mountain with only an arm and a leg.
Carefully moving the boy went next to .Zaril'n, but not too close.
"You're participant 275," he said keeping his voice low.
Zaril'n looked at the boy and then his card, he did not move. If there's anything Zaril'n had learnt was that not all humans were kind.
Somewhere among the royals seating someone secretly muttered and waved their white gloved hand.
"Wow!" exclaimed many of the participants awe struck.
All attention was caught by the number 275 that was formed above head for all to see; for the moment all had forgotten about the late participant. It appeared someone with a cloud or smoke gift used theirs to write the numbers on display. It was more than apparent that the person responsible was either the royals or the judges.
The numbers on display were perfectly lined and formed.
Zaril'n was hesitant to listen to the boy, but then he too saw the display of someone's gift being used, he found it amazing at first, but then he realized he had seen those exact numbers and order before. He quickly looked to his card.
The boy seeing that his message was finally understood took his seat again.
'That's me,' Zaril'n thought.
He quickly stood his feet and made his way to the arena, during that moment only three minutes had passed and Aizen was about to take the opportunity to skip onto the next match.
Zaril'n with haste descended the stairs passing the many rows of participants. As he passed the whispers started and quickly evolved into an ocean of low tide filled with words before it started roaring. For some reason Zaril'n felt his heart going faster, but he paid no mind to it and kept moving.
Zaril'n handed in his card and took to the stage. Many were still frustrated with the boy as he had been sitting for three minutes.
Before notice Aizen's facial muscles had hardened before going soft again. He gave Zaril'n minor praise for mustering the courage to take front stage. Zaril'n
The crowd's jeers were easily extinguished as Aizen lifted a hand gracefully, with gestures of his hand going downwards they obliged.
Zaril'n looked the human he was to fight up and down. He wasn't thrilled about fighting a human, even more thought he didn't want to fight one. But he needed to get in the Academy and he needed a way to get his Mister back.
Whether he knew this human or not, Zaril'n liked human. He'd never really thought about hurting one. Even so he needed to do something.
"Keep it clean boys, state your names and then take your position," Aizen instructed.
"My name is Zaril- Zaris Mayiz of God," he introduced quickly catching his tongue between his teeth.
Now, being out in the open Zaril'n found the sun very hot, even more so than when he was sitting. He had been so excited the entire time that he had forgotten about the sun, and now that it was higher up and he was directly under it he could feel its rays.
A few sniffled laughter was heard as they couldn't help the thought of Zaris being an orphan. Though the Colosseum was extremely huge with thousands of seats from the ground up, everyone heard. Not because Zaril'n had the power of a powerful voice, it was simply because special rocks that echoed sounds were placed throughoutly.
"The names James Bond," the other boy introduced.
Next, when instructed both boys then took a weapon of their liking.
There were bow and arrows, spears, swords, flat disk, shields, axes, sai, maul, scythe, mace, ring sword, chain, sickles, daggers, none that Zaril'n knew. He was familiar with the look of a scythe, sword, spear and sword, the simple plain looking ones. But the others not so much.
Zaril'n took a sword, his Mister used one too and so did Xavier, the two humans he was familiar with used swords so he was going to use one too.
'I guess humans like swords,'
Next he and his opponent stepped back to the arena and then it began.
It didn't take long as the match commenced and they both started to fight. James immediately chanted a prayer rising rocks from their surface standing as a result.
In result to this Zaril'n could only depend on his physical abilities and the few lessons Xavier taught while their journey, but only half minute in one of the judges called for the match to be on hold. In fact, all the judges thought the fight was odd.
From higher up a man stood tall with a clean cut beard, he also wore a fine suit with markings along his clean vest.
"Boy, do you have a Divine gift?" the man asked serious.
Xavier returned to the church as he barely rested while journeying back. Even taking a shortcut despite the danger. When he arrived at the church the children were just as he left them. He counted them all and saw that they were all safe.
He fed Los and got back within his daily routine. He had got a demon off holy grounds and things would go back to normal, but only if it could be so easy. The children worked and tried harder as they had liked up to Zaril'n like family.
Xavier couldn't help the thought, but to wonder if Zaril'n had gotten a grip on his Divine Gift.
But was that even possible, Zaril'n was a demon, and Divine Gift were gifts from gods.
'But whatever, why should I care?'
Zaril'n looked up at the judge who spoke with the sword still within his palm.
The wind blew his well coloured noir hair as if to add suspense. Because of the sweat his hair stuck to his forehead before taking flight once more.
"I don't have one," Zaril'n admitted honestly.