CH. 02

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"What kind of autograph is this?" Claris asked to herself, cringing at the doodle-like autograph she just received from a prominent combatant in Heaven's Arena

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"What kind of autograph is this?" Claris asked to herself, cringing at the doodle-like autograph she just received from a prominent combatant in Heaven's Arena.

She didn't even intend on taking an autograph from him or any of the other combatants that she came across in this arena, but she has to find a way to shake off some men that had been tailing her for quite some time now and prevent any kind of event that may lead to her failure in her own mission or spark danger, even if one of her options includes pretending to be a country-side girl visiting Heaven's Arena for the first time and meeting some of he's and her "little cousin's" idols.

It was an exhausting day of running away and socializing.

Sitting down at a bench near a vending machine, she let out a heavy sigh as she threw the whole pad of paper and pen into the trash can beside her. Claris would seriously take a very relaxing vacation to a remote beach once all of these are finished.

If someone were to tell her that she will come and visit Heaven's Arena someday, she wouldn't have believed it even if she bets all of her fortune on it. But alas, here she is, roaming each floors of the Heaven's Arena for almost a week now.

She's not in here because she likes watching people fight to death for so called "fame and honor" that the Heaven's Arena offers, she doesn't even like the concept of fighting as an entertainment. But rather, Claris came here to with a mission to get in touch with the executives of this arena, and interogate them about the fund that were mysteriously transferred to them under her father's name before her father was involved in an accident.

It was odd because as far as she knew, neither her father nor their corporation has ever been involved with Heaven's Arena or any of their executives.

Other than that, she knew two of her relatives that are very interested in fighting career.

One of them would be a distant reltive named Marcus Anatolia-Smith, and the other would be her older cousin, Kian Anatolia.

She knew the two of them are aspiring combatants in the world of martial arts, and often going out to win countless of competitions from around the world. They are known to be the iron fist of both the Begerossé Union, and the Anatolia family.

Even if Kian is closely related to her than Marcus do, she pretty much doesn't know anything about him other than the fact that he was—and always will be—a huge asshole to her from when she first came to Anatolia family.

From the few family members that Claris is in good terms with, Marcus was one of those who are close to her. During their teens, she and Marcus used to train advanced form of Nen under a Nen Master whom Marcus got close to. Ever since a child, that young boy has been a great enthusiast of martial arts because of how his father, a renowned world boxing champion, had inspired him. That boy would often come to her asking if she would be in the mood to spar with him, or if she would be interested in training their Nen along with each other.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 14, 2021 ⏰

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