The Wolves Inside

The RumbleDome

The Old Man stood Foxy up and took him towards a polished brown door with a golden handle. He pushed Foxy toward it.

"Go on, open it." said the old man.

Foxy looked at him with distrust but something about the Old Man's figure told him he could be trusted. Foxy opened the door. The door shimmered with light as Foxy pulled it open. It opened to a sunny, beautiful, old garden. The sky was different too. It was restored to how it had been before the dust storms. The sky was a bright baby blue with little white clouds sprouted here and there. The flowers were bright pink and red. They formed a large circle around a large cherry blossom tree. Foxy stood in awe.

"Where are we..?" Foxy asked.

The Old Man smiled.

"We're far across the world. There's more to the world than this place Foxy... I have a feeling you knew that from the start." he smirked.

Foxy reminisced about his dreams of far off places. He dreamt about the people he'd meet. The challenges that would come his way. He returned to his conversation with the old man and nodded.

"Well Foxy, we don't have much time till the rumbledome. If you want to leave this place, you need to win. Winning that tournament will give you more glory than money can buy." he said as he winked.

Foxy didn't know what to make of that statement but agreed that time, was indeed, running out. Foxy smirked.

"Okay Old Man, let's start."

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Days past as the RumbleDome drew closer. Days left soon turned into hours. Foxy had waken up everyday since his encounter with the old man to train for hours on end. Foxy walked out of the old man's house for the last night. Tomorrow was the Rumbledome. Foxy usually didn't like walking out at night but after his training with the old man he found a new sense of confidence. Foxy returned to his old dusty warehouse to get his well needed rest. He laid against the cold metal wall once again. Tired but yet he could not sleep. His adrenaline was too high. He had never been more excited and scared at the same time. He couldn't help but wonder what had convinced the old man of helping him all this time. He would have to wait to have that question answered. He began to hear a large swirling outside of the warehouse. He perked his head up to the little hole right next to him to try and make out what was happening. He saw a large dust storm bellowing toward him but something was different about it. It seemed bigger, darker and as if he could make a face out of it. It grinned and made Foxy uneasy. It continued to barrel toward him until he heard yelling from the edge of town.

It was the old man.

Foxy's eyes grew.

"What-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GO HOME!" Foxy screamed.

The Old man just smiled with his katana in hand. He walked in front of Foxy's warehouse; facing the storm head on. The stormed seemed to open its mouth as it grew upon the old man but right as it seemed all hope was lost he slammed his katana forcefully into the ground and a large blast of light turned night right into day. The dust storm creature let of a screech as it was blown to bits. Foxy stepped outside as the light faded and night returned. Foxy stared as the old man stood. The old man then fell to the ground. Foxy rushed over and fell to his knees as he laid the man's head on his knees.

"No, no, no." Foxy mumbled.

The Old Man spat up blood.

He chuckled with his raspy voice. Foxy began to cry.

"No... please. Wipe those tears young one. Save your tears. You will have more to mourn for. I was here to set you on your journey. Just a teacher... I haven't performed one of those spells in ages. It seems my old age is catching up to me. That demon got to me a little bit too it may seem." The Old man says as he checks the side of his body to see only stained blood from the ripping current of the storm.

"Why would you do this. I could've just died. I'm nothing to this world." Foxy stated as tears fell.

"Don't morn me Foxy, You don't even know my name. But I know yours. Soon the whole world will too. There is so much more to you, you just don't know it yet. But trust me, it is my time." The old man stammered. 

"Your name... what's your name?" Foxy asked.

The Old man smiled.

"Seikatsu" he replied.

"I will never forget you Seikatsu." Foxy stammered.

Seikatsu rolled over to Foxy and placed his katana in his hand.

"Take this Foxy. You'll need it for far bigger quests then just this rumbledome." he said.

"Just a reminder my pupil. The power isn't in the sword. It channels YOUR power. It is an instrument to show your power." he remarked.

Foxy held the sword in his hand and looked down at Seikatsu.

"Thank you... Sensei." Foxy said with respect.

Seikatsu smiled and as his heartbeat stopped so did the wind and the sun began to rise. It was time for the RumbleDome.

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Foxy walked up to the arena to check in. He was in line behind several large demons but as long as he didn't make eye contact with them he'd be fine. He waited his turn and eventually reached the window.

"Name?" Growled the demon.

"Foxy." Foxy said proudly.

The demon snickered. He eyed Foxy in a sarcastic manner.

"Good Luck." He laughed.

Foxy walked into the cell he was to be held in before his matches. As he stressed out and got anxious he felt the katana begin to vibrate and shimmer. He saw as it carved a name into its side.

S  E  I  K  A  T  S  U

Foxy smiled down at it and just as he did it he was called to fight his first fight. He wasn't too worried about the first few rounds because since he was "different" we was paired with the weaker monsters. Foxy swiftly moved through the first few rounds. His new katana moved perfectly in sync with his motions. He wouldn't kill any monster he deemed "good". He could tell the difference between the monsters forced to fight and the blood thirsty demons just looking to kill. Soon Foxy was in the Elite 8. So far his monsters had all been "good" or not much of a threat. However... Foxy now looked at the tournament line up on the big screen above the arena and viewed the images of each opponent that was left.

They were all blood thirsty demons.

"Time to get to work." Foxy smirked.