The Clock Tower
KOV Tournament Round Two, the Stage. It is a stone clock tower stated to be located at the corner of a quiet temple outside the edge of an unnamed town. The stage is placed on the top tier, with the glass clock and the inside mechanism serving as background. It is said The Ghost of the Man who designed the clock visits this place ever since it was constructed since it's the only place which reminds him of the passage of time, having lost his sense of time over the course of his eternal suffering as a ghost. The legend behind the hunted clock tower dictates that the designer died in a freak accident during the construction of his masterpiece, meaning he never truly was able to see his great work finished. Well… Not with his earthly eyes at any rate. Something it seems is so important to a person’s very existence that even in death the cosmos finds a way to endure. The clock tower itself is in a location of at the very least mild interest as well. Towards the middle of a nameless town, stands this architectural masterwork of motorized cogs and gears, designed for the soul purpose of measuring temporal science, the concepts of time as it pertains to all mortal things.A central focal point for the entire community of this nameless town as it looms over everything else, reaching up high towards the heavens above.
The Samurai
Stoically sitting under the minute hand of the clock towers face Mack readies himself for his next opponent.He is disappointed greatly that his last one never made an appearance at all, he simply waited fearlessly prepared for whomever would dare challenge him in combat, but it never happened. A wretched scowl works its way onto the warriors face as he makes memory of the last round. A beautiful place to fight a battle the likes of which would not soon be forgotten is all he had hoped for. His hopes were denied.
“Damn.” Mack mumbles *in Japanese* under his breath a curse from the frustration of waiting… Of not knowing if he would be let down yet again. He was also wondering if anyone would give him a proper challenge.The Street Samurai is what Mack is called by reputation, fighting epic gang wars on the streets of Japan for many years saw to that.Years of constant battle, fight after fight, endless bloodshed, turned Mack into a very hard man. Mack is hard in many ways; he is hard in spirit, in body, in mind, in drink, and in conversation. Mack is a man of few words to say the least he doesn’t like to jar on about nonsense, he is a man of action. He believes that actions speak louder than words, and that anyone with a warrior’s spirit understands the seriousness of silence.
Mack is dressed in a custom tailor made three piece suit.The suit is black, the vest is black, the shoes are black, and his dress shirt is white. He is not wearing any tie because he finds them horribly uncomfortable. The top button of his shirt is undone, and so are all three of his jackets buttons.The former Yakuza 4th of the Tojo Clan sits in true fashion of any Samurai. He is knelt down on both knees in order to meditate comfortably. Building his inner Qi for the battle ahead as he always does, knowing that if he didn’t he wouldn’t be showing his opponents proper respect. Mack always wants to be at his very best, physically, mentally, and spiritually before every battle.
Muichimonji
All that Mack carries with him into any battle is his legendary Katana Muichimonji. This sword was crafted in ancient times by a legendary maker of Samurai swords, the material used to create this blade was taken from a chunk of a meteorite that crash landed on Earth thousands of years ago. It is made from an alien alloy that is stronger than any steel and can cut cleanly through almost anything; the blade also gives off a high pitched resonance, the likes of which you would get from a dog whistle.The harder the blade is struck the louder the chime.Humans can hear the chime when the blade is just simply unsheathed however, when the blade is at rest it makes a slight harmonic hum that can be heard by human ears. It also glows bright blue with Qi energy, the more that Mack mediates the more powerful Muchimonji’s attacks will become.
The man also likes to drink
Okay when I said that Mack only carries his sword I may have been forgetting the fact that he is also master of drunken style martial science and he always has a few drinking gourds on hand, full of Saki or Soju. He loves plum wine and will drink a decent amount of booze before every conflict he wages in. Mack believes that he gains power from the fermented grains, barley, and or sweet-potato wine as the case may be. Sweet-potato being his favorite. Mack is at the present time however wondering if he maybe had a little too much to drink, due to the fact that he thinks he sees the ghost of a man from olden times watching him from the top of a nearby rafter. He shakes his head in disbelief, thinking it must surely be the booze.
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