September 20 of the year of judgment, according to the Galamian calendar.
The 13-PjanrayStadion and its surroundings were adorned with stalls, banners, and flags as the annual festival began.
The atmosphere was electrifying as the annual festival kicked off, marking September 20 in the Galamian calendar. The stadium and its surroundings were transformed into a vibrant spectacle of colors and festivities, adorned with stalls, banners, and flags that fluttered in the breeze.
Gray:Good morning!!! As high prelate of Galam it is my pleasure to announce the advent of the 350th annual Galam festival!!!
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Gray, the high prelate of Galam, announced the commencement of the 350th annual Galam festival. His voice carried over the excited chatter, commanding the attention of everyone present.
Gray:This year too, Galam is home to everyone...Homeland of culture...of science...and progress.
The crowd fell silent, captivated by Gray's powerful words. His proclamation resonated deeply with the people, instilling a sense of pride and unity among the citizens of Galam.
Gray: This year too, we had the honor and pleasure of welcoming participants... not only from Galam... but from all of Garmud... We at Galam consider ourselves very proud...of having welcomed into our prestigious guild school... new students... new students with a desire to do... a desire to learn... a desire to demonstrate their skills... on the pitch.
The crowd cheered once again, their enthusiasm echoing Gray's sentiments. The participants from various parts of Garmud, eager to showcase their talents, felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. The spirit of competition and camaraderie filled the air as students from different regions gathered in Galam to demonstrate their magical prowess on the festival grounds.
Gray:In this festival... the goal is not only to attract visitors... but rather to guarantee... a solid... and harmonious union... in the minds and spirit... of our citizens and our young people!
The crowd listened intently, hanging onto Gray's every word, understanding the deeper significance of the festival beyond mere entertainment. His words resonated with them, reinforcing the festival's role as a symbol of unity, not only among the citizens of Galam but also among the diverse participants from various parts of Garmud.
Gray:Without further ado... I declare the Galam school festival open!
With Gray's declaration, the festival grounds erupted into a symphony of excitement and celebration. The air was filled with the scent of delicious food from the stalls, the vibrant colors of costumes and decorations, and the sounds of laughter and chatter from the attendees.
Yuki:In this festival we organized a fighting tournament! The rules are simple!
The synthetic grass field of the stadium gives way to a stone ring the size of the entire field.
Yuki:The fights will take place 1v1, the winner is whoever beats the opponent by KO, submission or by knocking him out of the field. The use of bladed weapons, magic and one's own hands is permitted. The use of poisons or low blows is strictly prohibited. The tournament will take place via direct elimination, the winner will get great privileges.
The crowd listened attentively to Yuki's instructions, their anticipation growing for the upcoming fighting tournament. The stone ring, vast and imposing, became the stage for the battles that were about to unfold.
The participants, both students and spectators, absorbed Yuki's instructions with intensity, understanding the significance of the tournament and the privileges at stake. The air was charged with excitement and tension as competitors prepared themselves for the battles ahead.
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Galam's Chronicles
FantasyThere was a time when humans and demons were perpetually at war, but there was a time of lies and exploitation, where legendary men didn't know who the real enemy was.
