Re-Edited: 22/09/2023
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Today... was the day that you've all been waiting for.
Today... was the opening day of the 40th Vytal Festival!
You stand in the middle of Amity Colosseum alongside your team and other students of Beacon Academy who were to take part in the tournament. Your heart pumps, your blood rushes, as you eye the thousands of people watching from the stands.
Even if you were tuned off by constant talks of the Vytal Festival the past month, that didn't mean that you weren't nervous. You were just as excited as everybody else.
Soon, Professor Port's voice could be heard over the intercom.
Port: Hello, and welcome to the opening day of the 40th Vytal Festival Tournament! My name is Peter Port, and alongside me is-
Oobleck: Bartholomew Oobleck, at your service! We will be your announcers throughout the entirety of this tournament!
Port: If this is your first time watching the Vytal Festival Tournament, allow us to explain!
Oobleck: The Tournament will span over a week, consisting of skirmishes from huntsmen-in-training all over the world! Every biannual year, the Vytal Festival will be held in different regions. For example: This Vytal Festival marks the 40th and is held at Vale, while the 38th Vytal Festival was held at Vacuo.
Port: That's right Barty, the Vytal Festival was also made as a peace treaty for the 4 regions after the Great War. The peace treaty of the 4 kings was held at Vytal Island, which is still standing high and mighty to this day.
Oobleck whispers into Port's ear.
Oobleck: We aren't here to discuss history, you buffoon!
Port retorts.
Port: Says the history teacher.
He coughs to clear his throat.
Port: Now that introductions are out of the way, let us commence the opening ceremony of the Vytal Festival Tournament!
Torches blared around the arena as the platform of Amity Colosseum rose from the ground.
Alongside you and your team, 31 other teams from Atlas, Shade, Haven, and Beacon Academy stood in a formation. They all stood straight and tall, showing their respects as the anthem of the Vytal Festival was played through the intercom.
Glancing around, you spot Heath and his team standing a few feet away from yours. He glances over and smiles upon seeing you, flashing you a thumbs up.
Turning to your left, you spot Grace in the midst of her fellow Atlesian students. They were all saluting to show their respects. Further ahead, you could barely spot Mirage with his fellow Vacuo students, the Dice representative of Vacuo taking note of his surroundings.
Eventually, the anthem of the Vytal Festival ends. Deafening cheers and claps erupt amongst the stands, the general public showing their respects.
Suddenly, the middle of the Colosseum opens up and a platform rises from beneath. Stood there was Professor Ozpin, his hands crossed behind his back as he stood before a microphone.
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