The Ranch

Predecessors' Legacy (1)

In a conference room located in the place we refer to as the headquarters, a table full of members are frozen in silence.

The screen showing the live broadcast of the tournament had already ended a while ago. I finally manage to mumble," has...something like this every happened before?"

Listening to my words, someone moves to enter a few keywords into the system. Their eyes scan the holographic text," This...there's been reported cases of "dark horses" not entering the group matches and winning the individual, but none suggest that they won in such a way..."

"Sigh...really, who thinks to throw every single one of their opponents off the stage."

"For the rule to be used in this way...do we have to adjust the rules?"

"...No. The rule was made to help evenly matched opponents, to see if they can use the rule to their advantage." A conversation starts rolling.

"In any case, beside that monster, I doubt anyone would be able to replicate his strategy. You'd have to be able to be aware of your opponents weaknesses and find an opportunity to grab them. Not just that, but have the strength to throw them far enough to land out of bounds."

"To know all their weaknesses, for each opponent... would that mean knowing the weak points of all potential opponents. Meaning, he would need to learn the flaws of most if not all available combat classes?"

"I...don't actually believe that to be the case." One of the oldest men in the room speaks up.

"Eh?" Everyone in the room turns to wait for the continuation.

"I think he relied purely on instinct."

"But that's!-" someone exclaims.

"Yes, only a monster, no, a demon would be able to pull that off." The man's brows furrow together.

"So...what should we do? Should we send a report up the chain of commands?"

"Of course not. Such an insignificant thing." The man shakes his head.

Someone tries to argue," But I believe-" He's cut off.

"We'll do the same as always. Make a report, file it in the systems database. That's the job we were given, no more, no less."

"But..." The man hasn't given up.

"The job we were given is to make notes and compile data from this generation's Newcomer's tournament! Do you intend to overstep your bounds and!- ...fine, so as you see fit. If you wish to bother the higher-ups with a needless report, do not rope me into your involvement." The old man wisely states.

I look over to the member that tried to refute the wise old man. He shut his mouth. Seeing that everyone else is in agreement, we finish compiling all the necessary data and save it into the database, completing today's assignment.

As we get ready to pack up and leave, someone reminds the group," Remember, we are in charge of surveilling the Predecessors' Legacy tomorrow to make sure nothing goes wrong."

I exit the conference room while I think about tomorrow's job. Watching the restricted area shouldn't be too hard of a job, it's mainly for insurance, because sometimes the generation's winners are too prideful and in their frustration, try to damage the artifacts or their surrounding.

We'll only step in if they pose an actual threat, which isn't likely, considering everything in the environment at Predecessors' Legacy is made up of some kind of extremely hard and dense material. Even though the trees look like wood and the rocks look like stone, trying to hit anything in that area feels like hitting obsidian.