Topic:You come from a small village on a secluded remote island. Your people are thirsty and due to a sudden shortage of food, they are hungry and dying by the day. You enter the annual World Martial Arts Tournament in the hopes of winning the prize-- one hundred million zeni, in order to feed your family and people back home. There are many who surpass you in strength, but you are strategic and tricky. How do you outsmart your competitors and win the prize?

Soul is a 17 year old with no skills that are related to fighting although he posses chiseled, lean muscles from all the hard labor inside the village; he also had to work excessively, from carrying boulders to cutting trees he gained strength that rivals martial artists. His body was quite ready for the tournament though his mind wasn't, he was eaten by his own thoughts, nervousness and the fear of failing his quest and his village.


As he makes his way through the gates he would look around; analyzing the fighters before him. Most of the fighters were peasants such as himself; weak and fragile. His eyes then lock on a special individual, an overweight obese male wearing a small spider man suit that didn't really fit him, It was tattered and greasy; atrocious rather. Soul wandered through his thoughts as he sat there, not knowing what he could expect from the fighters, would it be an easy win, or would it be impossible... that was the question.


As the tournament rounds begin he would make his way through the matches one by one, slowly but surely he outwitted his foes. Soul would reach the semi-finals with ease, he was quite exhausted not physically but mentally due to the tactics that he had to think of; he was out of ideas this time, what stood before him was quite shocking, the obese spider man was standing right there being all greasy and ready for battle. Soul wasn't quite sure what he would use against him, not even sure how he reached this far he would quickly position his legs carefully as he raises his arms up, moving one backwards as he positions the other forward; an odd fighting stance but It was quite useful to him before in his previous rounds. Silence fills the arena as Soul awaits his opponent to make a move, he was quite cautious, he wasn't sure what to expect from the obese fighter. Moments pass as he waited and waited, his opponent's patience ran out as he engages in combat, charging forward as he shoves his arm inside his belly, pulling out a wooden club; apparently his foe appeared to be a rubbery demon with unique abilities of materialization that was astounding, It shook Soul as he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do It would be too late as his opponent slams his wooden club onto Soul's head. causing his head to spin for a few moments before regaining his footing hardly, soul realized that if he took one or more hits he would be gone, so he waited with patience as he holds his defensive stance, ready to counter attack at the right moment; dashing forward towards Soul with his club spinning around his fingers playfully he would swing stop on his tracks and swing the club to the right with every bit of force he had left, It was his final decision, wanting to end the fight by breaking Soul's body, though Soul's sheer will and determination wouldn't let him be defeated by an obese spider man suit wearing demon, he held his ground, raised his left arm while being slightly bent he would block the attack, pushing away his opponent, with it he saw his chance as he grits his teeth in pain at his now dislocated shoulder and broken arm he was yearning his village and his family; It was like a flashback for a few moments as he remembers his loved ones suffering and pain throughout the years. A loud battle cry could be heard as Soul takes his chance right away, switching his footing as he grabs his opponent's arm with his right arm, pulling him forward as he lifts up the obese demon up in the air, with what he had left he would jump and spin only to send a devastating roundhouse kick to the obese demon's head, sending him to the ground, defeated.


The next day was quite different... Snow rained down heavily as cold storm's breeze would start to get dangerous by the second; Soul was not expecting it..  As the time passed and the arrangements were made, both fighters would walk on each side of the arena, not knowing what they would expect from each other due to the system that was placed; no fighters would watch the tournament's placements nor the fights. As Soul reaches the arena he would face this unknown challenge, he appeared to be a human just like himself but he looked quite dark for a regular human, his body was full of tribal tattoos that made him look dangerous. As the announcer announces "Let the final round begin!" with some enthusiasm as Soul enters a defensive stance he would circle around his opponent, he didn't seem to be moving, his arms were crossed.. he appeared to be calm; Soul would take that chance to strike, dashing around the arena with amazing foot work although that did him no good as he slips due to the icy floor, shouting "YEET!" before falling to the ground. His opponent knew what he was doing, he was an assassin with experience that Soul didn't posses; taking that chance the man would slide through the ice by bending one knee whilst extending the other forward, his leg would meet with Soul's ribs in a heavy kick, sending him sliding on top of the icy arena; now that Soul's ribs are broken his foe would have the advantage over him. Laying on the ground with his ribs broken Soul would place his hand on his ribs, coughing up blood as he stands up, body shivering from the cold, cold weather.. Eyes almost closing as if he's fainting but he stood up, he stood up strong with his fist facing forward, blood spewing out of his mouth, It wasn't going to stop now... He had to make a move quickly or he WILL lose without a doubt. His opponent wasn't gonna wait as well, he charges forward in a second he would appear before Soul, It was like teleportation except he was actually fast, all Soul saw was an unseen silhouette and a leg coming straight at him; Soul would bend his knees backwards as he dodges the kick, extending his arm forward he would be able to grasp his opponent's shin grabbing it with all his might as he grits his bloody teeth he would tighten his grip, shattering his foe's leg before slamming him onto the ground as a last resort he would yell at the top of his lungs, "Yeet!" before slamming his fist onto his foe's stomach, shattering his internal organs with one punch, breaking the arena's floor as it crumbles and falls apart. Soul would be victorious, raising his fist up in the air as he slowly falls to the ground with a smile.