Nameless King

Wain enjoyed a fatty piece of meat while washing it down with strong alcohol. Like anyone, he needed to recover from a hard fight as a distraction from his thoughts to something else.

"Damn... That's really hard..." Wain muttered while looking at the third piece of steak that was left on his plate, "Ern would have no trouble devouring ten of these, but it's definitely not easy..."

Squeak.

Suddenly someone walked over to Wain's table, pushed back a wooden chair as the creaking sounded, and sat down across from Wain.

"Hi. That was a great fight, wasn't it?" The man with thick black hair said with a benevolent smile on his face.

"Hmm? What are you doing here?" Wain frowned while chewing on a piece of meat.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Let me introduce myself, my name is Fosko Armando." He ran his hand through his hair as cat ears appeared on his head and the pupils of his amber eyes became vertical.

"Are you a Beastfolk?" Wain asked while in confusion.

"Yeah. Does something surprise you?" Fosko smirked as two fangs emerged from his mouth.

"I met Beastfolk Cats once before, but they looked very different, they were more like..."

"Animals, right?" Fosko muttered while holding his head with his hand.

"Yes... Their bodies were covered with wool." Wain nodded.

"Well, my appearance is natural for all Beastfolks that reached the Fourth Chronicle." Fosko shrugged as though he was stating the obvious.

"Is there something you want from me?" Wain asked while cutting off another piece of meat.

"No. I just wanted to talk, you don't mind my company, right?" Fosko smiled.

Wain was silent, he just shoved a piece of meat into his mouth while staring intently at Fosko.

"I realize you won't tell me your name, but I was wondering where you're from?" Fosko asked as he ran his finger across the wooden table that left lines on the table like from a sharp blade.

"What do you mean? Do you want to know what city I'm from? Do you really think I'm stupid enough to tell you? That way, you could easily find out my race and possibly my identity." Wain uttered in a serious voice as his aura intensified.

"Race? Huh, you gave me a little clue." Fosko smirked in a sly manner, "Looks like you're one of the ones who've been distant from the world for the last six months, right? That's not surprising, considering I've never heard of you, though your abilities are amazing."

"Well, so what? I don't think my personal business has anything to do with you." Wain muttered. With a menacing look.

"That means you don't know about Dermin." Fosko said while looking Wain in the eye.

"Dermin?" Wain was puzzled.

"This is a city that is near the center of the continent. For your information, the World of Destiny does not stand still. The Pillars have already marked their territories and formed alliances, but several free cities have sprung up that were founded by powerful people. All races are welcome there, and the largest such city is Dermin." Fosko said as he shook his hand in a careless manner.

'Dermin... The great city... That's what I need now. All the races are there, which means there's the most competition, so I can find the right smith there.' Wain inwardly muttered.

"Huh, judging by your look, you're interested. Though it's not surprising, we all need to remove ourselves from the world sometimes, but when we come back, we want to feel as quickly as possible all the changes that have taken place in our absence." Fosko said in a slow voice as he smirked.

"So... What do you want from me? I don't believe you just came to talk. Before my fight, I saw you, and you're definitely not a simple person." Wain spoke in a serious manner.

"Hey, do you even know how to relax? Do you think everyone around you wants to hurt you?" Fosko uttered in such a voice as if he was offended.

"Huh, saying that after what happened in the last fight..." Wain smirked while shaking his head, "You don't think that's ironic?"

"I agree." Fosko shrugged, "Okay, let's cut to the chase. You don't want to work with me?"

"No." Wain replied sharply as he waved his hand.

"You won't even listen to my offer?" Fosko asked with a surprised look.

"Why? What can you offer me? Money? I don't need it. Just leave me alone and let me finish my meal." Wain uttered in a disgruntled voice.

"Ahahahahaha, money? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Fosko laughed suddenly, "Oh yeah... I forgot you're new to Colloseum, look at your fight card. Just think about it."

'What's he talking about?' Wain inwardly muttered as he raised an eyebrow but decided to do so.

[Name: ??? (Nameless)

Chronicle: Fourth

Rating: 277

Money: 10.7 M]

"That last line... Is that really..." Wain muttered while in disbelief.

"Yeah... That's millions." Fosko smiled as he licked his lips.

,m "But... Where from?"

"Huh, did you think that everyone fights in the Colosseum just because of belligerent spirit or because of the table in the Rating? Sure, it's all very important, but money has always been a good incentive. Each fighter gets a % of the total amount that was bet on him. All fighters get their money for sure because a caretaker like Vincenz personally monitors it. Fosko explained with a mocking smile as though it was obvious.

"Well... If not money, what do you want to offer me? Since you approached me, your request is rather complicated, isn't it?" Wain muttered as he put the last piece of meat on his fork.

Fosko was silent, he watched with a thoughtful look as Wain infused the meat with the sauce that remained on the plate.

"The last piece is the tastiest, right?" Fosko smiled.

Wain swallowed the meat.

"You don't need money, so what I'm willing to offer you for your help is..." Fosko approached Wain, "Friendship!"