Koma Inu Tournament — Round 2: White Swordsman and Gunslinger

It's a bright sunny day, weather that one can enjoy. The clouds were clear and everything was fine; the wind creates a nice breeze that swayed through the thick greenery. Yes, one could say that it is the perfect day.... for combat that is. Why, one may ask? Well, today was the day for a "special tournament" — one that's held by a guild that's been recently founded, Koma Inu. It was a guild that's known not only for their power, but their high moral ethic and friendliness. You can say that it similar relations to two other well-known guilds known throughout Ishgar. Over the years since its conception, they've been through many tribulations, accomplished many miraculous feats, and made a name for themselves by amassing various members from all walks of life. However, it was finally time to finally decide one thing that's been on everyone's mind: "Who's the best of them all?"

Yes, the entire point of this tournament was to decide who gets the illustrious position of Guild Ace, representing their guild as the best of the best, the cream of the crop, etc. Out of all those in the guild, only sixteen have entered; on this day, many battles will be taking place — various skills honed throughout their time pitted against one another, and by the end of it all, there shall be one victor!

May the best mage win....

White Swordsman and the Gunslinger
This tournament that decide the fate of the future guild ace took place in the vast greenery in the back of the guild's main building; it's considered to be fair ground, as no one person had the advantage. This was taken into consideration by the current guild master Samarra Inari — a highly-respected woman known for serene personality, yet honed combat skills unlike any other. There were many arena located ahead of time, each one that's filled with competition between fellow guildmates.

In one of them, laying in the dead center, was a mysterious white-haired boy wearing an oni mask — one with a tragic past, something that warped his entirety; its known that he's infamous throughout the underworld for his elimination of all he deems to be a target, striking fear into the hearts of criminals and various evil-doers. It's strange for him to join a guild whose ideals are counteractive to his own, but that may be the reason why; he feels that he can find solace in this guild, looking for the happiness he long sought. It's said that because he respected Samarra so much, he's willing to do anything and everything she tells him; in fact, the entire reason he's participating in this little tournament of hers instead of hunting for the head of evildoers is because on her command, seeing it as a way he can finally make some friends instead of isolating himself like he usually does, much to his behest. Her intentions are pure and just, something Devin Westbrook was aware of.

He was in meditation — his sword laying in front of him; he was clearing all thoughts he found distracting while communicating with the various spirits lying within his blade. This is seen as the incorporeal beings floated around him, deriving from all time periods and walks of life. Why is he doing this before an important battle, one may ask? Well, it's because he's trying to get his powers under control while "entertaining" the people he can truly be friends with. A lot has happened over the years, and he gained so much power in order to sate his desires for vengeance and the head of his enemies at his feet; it was the only way he could find inner peace.

As he sensed his opponent approaching the arena, he only said one thing. "It's time... I guess I should get this over with." With that, he stopped all that he was doing and commanded his spirits to retreat into the blade. As with any good mercenary, Devin had a clear mind and a sharp focus; despite this being a friendly tournament, he was taking this seriously — any less being disrespectful to his opponent. With that in toe, he stood up and prepared himself; his blade was hung at his side, angled in the similar fashion of the famed iaido — something he specialized in. He was waiting for the moment for his opponent to enter, greeting them with proper respect and later.... beginning the fight that would decide it all.