INFINITY FIGHTING

Chapter One: ¿A good start?

It was in a warm summer, the winds were blowing very hard to the west and coming out to the east, a leaf far from the finest oak, shaped like a star, flew on top an island called Area One; the small leaf traveled in every corner of the city, until reaching an orphanage, where he completed this journey to the front door of that building; children were heard playing and in each house next to the orphanage, olds men discussing their life stories, women's muttering and the breeze or that day felt cold and comfortable as a glow. In the orphanage was a ten-year-old boy, black pointed short hair, a jacket made of lemon yellow cloth and his shorts, he had his most valuable and bright necklace on, never took it off, when he watched every few hours the best moments of the most epic and exciting fights; annually in different regions, thousands of participants were inspired to fight, but only few compete the final test; there was no doubt that he wanted to be a famous fighter and every morning he practiced to be the best on his island. In each region there was always powerful fighter and recognized around the world, they participated in qualifiers and events very important, every year the great event of champions is expected, many enlisted want to participate; you had to be age-appropriate and have any criminal problems that can completely disqualify you. Area One possesses a natural beauty, in each place there were always people fighting with each other and practicing for the event that was inhabited in that month of June, some of the participants lacked natural powers and abilities, they called it Kit. This natural mode is based on seven spaces within your body, in each space contains a specific element, this will make the person have powers and have use of their abilities, but if the people are interrupted by another element to follow, it becomes a creature depending on their element, these monsters are called Kitbot.

As all the islands there was always a mayor, on this island, he was different from the others, he was a fat person with round face, short moustache, the elegant clothes did not serve him and his pants were fine; sweating because of the warmth of the well-decorated and illuminated square, a conference was to be witnessed towards the village, he said: 

-Area One! Soon we will start, we will discuss everything related to the tournament that will be starting this month, it is important that they are here for the registration of the participants and their coaches-

Every fighter had to have their coach, it was essential that he be present in every qualifier for the supervision of his safety out and in, each tournament had the presence of an armed force, for the welfare of any kind and situation or problems, the fights outside the coliseum were illegal, and anyone who argued or started one ended up at the nearest barracks. The ten-year-old was called Dark, funny, curious, active and eager to start enlisting in the tournament, every day he dreamed on his first day as a fighter and gained experience watching fights on television, there was no doubt of his desires, he would do whatever it was to enter the event, he was afraid to register, at his age it was impossible to qualify, accepted over twelve years of age and did not have the necessary requirements to enter. That day, all the children were on their way to the square to witness the conference, Dark decided to leave the orphanage, but there was the owner and Mrs. Josephine, she asks: 

-¿Dark, where do you think you go?—

In a hurry and eager to arrive, replies: 

-¡Josephine! I was going to the square, listening to what the mayor is going to say-

She respond: 

-"Fine, but bring me a cake from the cafeteria"-

He's curiously ask her: 

-¿Does the same as always?-

Answered with gestures; on the way out of the orphanage were two children eager to annoy Dark, started pushing him and impeding to walk forward, one of them tells him: