𝑆𝐿𝑌 || 𝗿𝗺𝗮

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ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃˡᵏ, ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ
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seoul tree—its fruit was the source of energy for civilisation. however, many were blinded by its ultimate power which led to never ending battles amongst all tribes

desperate to put an end to these catastrophic wars, the leaders of each tribe finally reached a peace agreement that resulted in a competition

one player from each tribe—equipped with special watches and shields—would compete against each other for a chance to win the material

the sacred truth of the soldiery and those brave who strives to succeed in each competition are known as the running man

standing at the gates of tree city is kumiho, one of the contestants to participate in the championship. despite the urge to leave and never return, she couldn't

she had a purpose, a purpose to prove herself as worthy and strong enough to defend a place she calls 'home'

her boots trudge against the grassy plains as she reached from her back pocket to retrieve a card

she noticed the card swipe at the front gates and swiped her id card

after a couple of minutes, the gates opened up with a slight creak to reveal a cliff

❝ welcome to the first challenge of the running man championship—only the representatives of the selective tribes may enter the gates ❞, the speaker announced

she looked over the edge and stepped back when a levitating pod appeared right by her feet. the second she stepped foot on the pod, she was blinded by a flash of light

❝ shit—couldn't you have given me a warning or something? ❞

❝ identity verified, kumiho of the kitsune clan ❞, the speaker says, causing her to look up

❝ impressive ❞, she breathed out, tracing her finger on the hologram and briefly reads through her dialogue. she noticed how little information they've got of her

the pod started to shake and she quickly gripped on the bottom of the pod

❝ we are now moving to starting point ❞

❝ docking completed, kumiho of the kitsune clan ❞

kumiho relaxed her body and stretched her body with a soft groan. apparently, she's the last person to arrive at the competition

she bent down to reach her toes when a grunt reached her ears. her eyes shifted to her right and finds herself staring at a barth clan

he was seated on his pod with his legs crossed and eyes closed. she started to analyse him from afar and glanced at his arms

❝ oh my..what a lovely sight ❞, she smirked, trailing her eyes up and down his physique

unfortunately, he must've sensed someone staring and he snapped his head to her direction

❝ you got a problem or something? ❞, he says, glaring at her

kumiho raised a brow in amusement and shakes her head, ❝ i don't know—do i? ❞

he glowered at her retort and looked away much to her disappointment. puckering her lips in boredom, her hand trailed down to her katana attached to her waist and mindlessly traced the handle