Tournament of Old ch.03: Yi'Nata vs Orlok
Orlok runs his hand over his bald head and throwing off the sweat drops as he exits the tree line to a beach to see the woman standing atop a rock pillar overlooking the sea like a statue, with her long black hair blowing in the breeze along with her white kimono, her hand brushing the top of her katana's hilt she speaks without turning, "According to Chaykononashi you are the bandit king of Hell."
She turns her gaze downwards back towards Orlok and gives him a disapproving glare, "What an unworthy title for a prince."
Orlok unsheathes his scimitar and points it at her, "I am no prince, bitch, I am Orlok the Bandit KING."
The woman turns back to the sea, "You have her blood, I can sense it, although you are her son, I can sense you are also very young. Is this your first form young prince?"
Orlok glares at her, "I said,"
"Thought so," says the woman cutting him off, "Tell me, why are you in this tournament young prince of the Empress, what sort of Hell