The Western Tour was a grand arena, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. The arena was surrounded by trees. They casted some shadows across the sandy floor. Excitement filled the air as a diverse crowd gathered, eagerly anticipating the battles that were about to unfold.

  The audience was a colorful variety of races. Some Magical creatures that were deemed harmless, humans and even some meical beings had e to withe spectacle. Banners and fgs of different colors and designs fluttered in the breeze from the crowd.

  A raised ptform served as the stage for the tour announcer who stood within the middle of the arena. She was a woman with her dark, smoky eyes framed by kohl-lined lids. Her jet-bck hair cascaded down to her shoulders, trasting with crimson streaks that ran through it. She wore a leather jacket, studded with silver ats.

  When the spotlights hit her, the announcer didn’t hesitate to make her grarance. She struck a pose with one hand on her hip, and her eyes locked onto the audieh a smile pced on her face.

  After a few moments of basking in the spotlight, she leaoward the microphone. With a anding tone, she spoke loudly, “Ladies alemen, misfits and rebels, wele to the Wild West’s most thrilling spectacle—the Western Practice Tour!”

  Her words were met with a roar of excitement from the crowd. The announcer tinued, “Prepare yourselves for an day packed with jaw-dropping battles, fierce rivalries, and moments that’ll leave you breathless. hters are geared up to dazzle and amaze, and I’ll be right here to guide you through every electrifying sed of the a.”

  The crowd’s rea was electric. A wave of cheers and appuse swept through the arena, growing louder with each passing sed.”

  The announcer boomed, “Alright, folks, let’s y down the w—or should I say, the ck thereof! This here’s the Wild West, where we don’t fuss over a heap utions. But there’s one rule we hold dear: no killin’.”

  She paused for a moment, letting the crowd soak in her words, theone grew more serious. “We might let a bit h and tumble slide, but remember, hters are here to show off their grit and prowess. We want this to be a good ol’ challenge, not a deadly showdown to the death!”

  The crowd erupted into cheers, ready to witness fierbat without crossing the lio bloodshed. It was a testament to the nature of the Western Practice Tour, where strength, strategy, and skill were celebrated without the darkness of death looming over.

  Just then, a massive figure stepped onto the se, casting a long shadow over the battered city. He towered over most of the other people. He wore an e uniform with an emblem ad it in the shape of a barrier marking his affiliation.

  “And now, to keep everything in line, we’ve got the Elite of the Western School of Barriers, the one and only Mr. Str!”

  Mr. Str nodded and spoke with authority. “Thank you, dies alemen. While we don’t have many rules, I’m here to make sure this tour is ducted fairly and that the barriers are respected. We have a dedicated medical team on standby for the fighters, and they’ll be able to step in if things get too out of hand.”

  The crowd could see the genuine in Mr. Str’s eyes, reassuring them that safety riority even in the midst of intetles.

  With a final sweep of the cheering crowd, the announcer raised said, “Well, there you have it, folks! The Western Practice Tour kicks off with no holds barred but uhe watchful gaze of our fine overseer. Buckle up for a rip-roarin’ day, dies as. hters are rarin’ to show you just what they’re made of!”

  The annouepped to the ter of the arena. The spotlights verged on her, casting her in a dramatic glow as music began pying in the background.

  “Let’s give a big, hearty wele to our brave testants!” she hollered with her arm sweeping wide. “They’ve journeyed from all ers of the city to show their mettle in the Wild West’s most prestigious tour!”

  One by ohe testants made their entrao the stage. Among them were Roselle, looking fident, Risebelle with a cold gaze foward, and Runebelle with the gloom etched on her face.

  They stood before 27 other testants, each with their distinct presence, some familiar from past enters, others entirely unknown to the audiehe diversity of skills and personalities on dispy promised an exhirating tour.

  The announcer tinued, “Now, our fate rests in the hands of destiny itself. It’s time to unveil who’ll be squaring off in the first round of this grand showdown!”

  With a dramatic flourish, the eleic board nearby flickered to life, dispying the pairings for the first round of battles. The crowd’s roars filled the arena as they eagerly awaited to see which matchups would set the stage.

  The announcer boomed through the arena as she unveiled the matchups for the first round of the tour:

  “Alright, folks, buckle up a ready! In our opening bout, we’re ki’ things off with a family feud that’ll set this p fire! It’s a csh of the sisters, a showdown of epic proportions! Step right up and witness Roselle takin’ on Risebelle! This is gonna be one for the ages—don’t blink or you might miss the a!”

  The crowd erupted with cheers as the two sisters prepared to face each other. There was an air of excitement and curiosity about this family feud.

  The announcer tinued, “ up, we’ve got a csh of powers that’ll have you on the edge of your seats! Runebelle is about to face off against Muiler G, ae Guard from the Maizen Kingdom! This one’s gonna be a fshy showdown, so don’t blink!”

  The audience fell into a hush.

  “And for our third bout,” the announcer tinued, “it’s Chal, the fierce warrioio-head with Banito, the challenger who’s ready to make a name for himself! This fight promises to be a battle of grit and tenacity!”

  The crowd’s energy surged, knowing they were in for a treat.

  “Brace yourselves for a csh of champions! Cha, the reigning champ of the Eastern Annual Tour, will be up against the dynamic Vu! This is bound to be a match of epic proportions—don’t miss a moment!”

  The arena buzzed with anticipation for the Eastern champion versus the fierce challenger.

  “And now,” the annouook on a dramatie, “Prince Vuldo, the Elite Guard from the Maizen Kingdom, will face the mysterious Rawna! Expect sparks to fly as the powerful priakes on Rawna, known for her destructive prowess!”

  Tension gripped the air upon hearing the powerful duel announced.“For the remaining bouts, get ready for more a-packed thrills! In the sixth match, we’ve got Alder squaring off against Faen! Then it’s Myra taking on Toren! And ing up the first round, Sis will go head-to-head with Kael!”

  The crowd roared with excitement. “Ladies alemen, the first match of the tour is about to ence! Roselle and Risebelle, please take your positions in the arena a ready to dazzle us with your skills!”

  With the other testaing the arena, the spotlight shone on Roselle and Risebelle, who stood across from each other, ready to face off.

  Meanwhile, Kintovar and her b partner, Haras, arrived iands with pop in hand. They settled into their seats. Kintovar watched with a sense of pride and , knowing that her creations were about to engage in a challenging battle.

  Haras piped up. “Oh, this is going to be so iing! It’s such bad luck that Roselle and Risebelle have to fight each ht from the start.”

  Kintovar raised one finger. “Sometimes, challenges like this push them to discover rengths and abilities. Let’s see how they ha.”

  Juliana Kintovar approached the stands. Her youthful appearance was always surprising, given her apparent age. Many people knew her as one of the top 10 criminals in Jancito, and they kept their distance, despite her ret release, thanks to Dr. Kintovar’s intervention.

  She took her seat o Kintovar and Haras and gave a nont salute to the group.

  “It’s time to see how far your teology has e, Kintovar,” Juliana remarked.

  Roselle and Risebelle, stood on opposite ends of the arena, ready to face each other in the first round of the tour. Their shared history and the challehey had overe together hung in the air.

  Roselle took a deep breath and thought to herself, ‘Fag Risebelle right off the bat, huh? I had a feeling we would be drawn to fight against each ain in some way...’

  Her internal system buzzed, dispying a message: Current strength is higher than Risebelle’s. It was a reassuring thought but not one she could rely oirely. ‘Strength alone won’t win this battle,’ she mused, ‘I’ll rategy, and to uand her moves, just like iv’e tried to before.’

  Roselle looked over at Risebelle, who barely seemed to aowledge her. The seriousness in her sister’s eyes was noticeable. Roselle’s resolve hardened. ‘This is more than just a match; it’s a test of everything iv’e learned from her and all of the abilities that iv’e picked up. I o approach this with all the skill I have.’

  Roselle locked onto Risebelle’s stern fad shouted across the arena, “Risebelle! Don’t hold back! I want you to hit me with everything you’ve got!”

  Risebelle flickered with a hint of surprise before settling to a gre. She replied, “You’ve gottey bold with your words these days, Roselle.”

  Roselle grinned. “Yeah, I guess I do like being bold!”

  Mr. Str, the imposing figure from the Western School of Barriers raised his hands and cast a powerful barrier that enclosed around the battlefield. With the barrier firmly in pce, he decred, “Let the battle begin.”

  The moment Mr. Str’s and echoed through the arena, Roselle wasted no time. She lunged forward and attacked her older sister head-on. Risebelle was taken by surprise to see Roselle being the oo initiate close bat.

  Roselle threund Risebelle instinctively raised her leg to kick. Their attacks collided, and the impact sent a spark through the arena. The two sisters exged blow for blow with their fists and legs meeting in a fierce struggle.

  Risebelle’s eyes narrowed with focus. She raised her hands, and water began to swirl around her fists, coalesg into powerful, fluid appendages. She unched her water-enhanced fists toward Roselle with each blow ing faster and with greater impact.

  Roselle grimace. The water fists ected with her, sending shockwaves of force through her body. The strikes were more damaging thaicipated. Reag quickly, Roselle activated her yellow lightning. A surge of electriergy crackled around her boosting her speed and agility. She began to weave and dart around the arena, narrowly evading Risebelle’s onsught of water-irikes.

  Risebelle unleashed a barrage of water bullets from her hands. The fast-moving projectiles shot towards Roselle with deadly precision but Roselle deftly dodged the water bullets with impressive agility.

  “Trying out some hings, huh?” Roselle called out. “I never saw that move from you before, Risebelle!”

  Risebelle’s gaze remained unyielding. “You’re not the only one evolving, Roselle. If you want to keep up, you’ll o push harder!”

  Roselle gritted her teeth and said to herself, ‘Push harder’ igniting a spark within. She g her fists and focused on tapping into somethiaking a deep breath, she dashed forward with renewed iy.

  Risebelle, anticipating Roselle’s approach prepared to strike but Roselle slid gracefully beh Risebelle’s outstretched fist, slipping behind her. Reag swiftly, Roselle surrounded her foot with yellow lightning a a crag surge of electricity into the ground.

  The electricity coiled around Risebelle’s legs, binding her and causio vulse with the shock. The advantage was now Roselle’s who pressed her attack. She bombarded Risebelle with a series of rapid blows. Each hit nded, and the lightnied around her fists added a small jolt behirikes.

  Risebelle grimaced. After taking several hits, she focused her energy outwards and unleashed a massive blue aura around herself. With a gre, she seized Roselle’s hand and stopped her assault. Roselle gave her a look of disbelief.

  Risebelle unleashed a powerful burst of water from her hands. The torrent surged toward Roselle, sending her flying through the air in a cascade. The force of the water bst crashed Roselle to the ground.

  Risebelle stood her ground, holding her chest with a fierce growl. Meanwhile, Roselle struggled to her feet, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. Her eyes locked onto Risebelle’s with unwavering focus.

  As Roselle prepared for the phase of the battle, a system message flickered briefly in view, dispying her current status:

  [[System message]]

  Lifeforce: 186%

  A moment of realization passed between both sisters. At the same time, they summoheir ons. Roselle’s assive in size, towered over her. Risebelle’s on, though more moderately sized, still radiated power.