The Softshine Saga:Claudia The Ambitious(Canceled Until Further Notice)

Arc 1.6

Soul and Oris

Soul, Oris, and the jolly red Slime Employee made their way through the fairly empty hallway leading to the Storage.As they did so, the two Angelic Beings spoke about their reasons for entering the Tournament.

"...Thou shouldst not feel gulit for thy motivations,"

Oris states with a sympathetic smile toward Soul's direction.

"This Tournament, at its heart, is a joyous Beast spawned from celebration and merriment, not life and death."

"You're right,"

Soul relented with an optimistic expression on their face,

"I believe you and my Father are both correct; I should not feel that my reasoning is too simple to be acceptable.Your reasoning is also simplistic- you merely wish to use the monetary awards to help those in need.Though yours is quite selfless in comparison to mines."

Oris smiled gently and lightly touched Soul's shoulder, which have now been completely relievated of its injuries( as have the rest of their body.)

"I am relieved that thou hast not drowned in the terrible sea of gulit."

The half-naked Monster smiled back, though it was not nearly as jovial as the Star Cherub's.

"I still feel guilty about unintentionally tormenting Kion, but I not longer will feel as though I am unworthy of being an Participant of this Tourney."

Oris covered his exposed, chiseled chest with his skinny arms, his smile turning sour.The Star Cherub is a lanky, sharp-nosed lad clad in a golden, star-studded necklace,blue and gold gauntlets,brilliant golden bracelets on his wrists and near the ankles,a pair of sky blue shorts, a pair of triped dark gold sandals, and a beautiful metallic belt that resembles a form of skirt-esque battle armor.He doesn't possess much muscle definition but his physical strength is not to be taken lightly, as he can easily destroy small buildings with a single bare-knuckled blow.

"He was cruel to thee.If I was in thy place, I would feel no pity, for he hath surrendered himself to the dark jaws of fear.Thou meant no harm."

"My Father commonly states to me that even unintended harm should not be overlooked.I'll be sure to conceal my enjoyment in future Matches."

Oris appeared appalled by Soul's declaration, but his response was left unheard as the gelatinous Slime promptly interrupted with a loud, wet call,

"We're here, boys!"

The Storage Room door was a gray, drab lump of square steel almost as wide as the hallway itself.A small, round device clung to the center of the door.The Employee slid its bulbous body in front of the device, which aimed its singluar camera len at it in a display of recognization.

"Haji of Crimso,"

the Device stated in a feminine voice.

"You are here to give aid to Combatant 010 'Soul Craftsman', correct?"

"Yup",

Haji explained, using a tendril to point toward Soul.

"He got most of his clothes burned off in a Match.I'm gonna need you to let us in for a while until he finds the clothes he needs."