133 Chapter 133: The Tournament part 7 (1/2)

Hearing the booing crowds, Caesar could only smile wryly in response. Two of his four matches had ended in the same manner, which was bound to raise some suspicion. This was naturally not Caesar's intention, however, things didn't seem to always play out the way Caesar predicted. If things did happen to go as planned, then he would've had four thrilling matches which garnered the attention and support of the crowd.

Thinking to here, he swept his gaze past the many citizens, warriors, and other spectators, only to see their disappointed expressions. This caused Caesar to sigh in a self-deprecating manner whilst sitting down at the edge of the arena.

As Caesar sat down, he couldn't help but notice the clan heads who were sitting next to Musashi abruptly stand up. They took off their fancy looking garbs and adorned clothes more fit for fighting; presumably for the upcoming matches. Following the next round, the clan heads would be participating in the tournament after all.

Caesar closely examined each clan head, their statures and appearance varied greatly from each other, naturally, their power levels would as well. Each clan head represented a different faction, for example, Leo led the hunters and was in charge of gathering food.

Caesar wasn't aware what each and every clan head represented, as he didn't think it held much importance, however, he knew that Faust was in charge of discipline and Khan was in charge of guarding the front gates.

While Caesar was in the midst of contemplation, his eyes radiated a crimson hue. He inspected each of the thirteen clan heads as to vaguely gauge their power. Although the number of weaknesses and injuries couldn't accurately estimate their strength, it still gave Caesar a general idea.

He soon ranked each clan head with Faust having the least visible problems with his body, the others were generally equal with only Leo being a tad bit weaker than the rest. Caesar assumed his young age was the reason for that. Although the older you are, the more your body deteriorates, Caesar's eyes didn't only see weaknesses in the physique but also flaws within a fighting stance.

At first, Caesar's eyes could only vaguely see a few red dots or lines which varied in color, depending on how severe the weakness or injury was. But now, flaws within movements, stances, and even footwork were all visible before his eyes.

Once Caesar got the information he wanted, he simply adverted his gaze and looked elsewhere. The target of his attention was the handsome man with closed eyes, who also happened to be looking in Caesar's direction.

Seeing that the man was looking at him, Caesar stood up and dusted off his buttocks whilst walking towards him. He was quite curious as to who this mysterious man was, although Caesar had a good idea, he didn't want to make any incorrect assumptions.

Caesar leisurely walked past the many ongoing fights and approached the man who still retained his closed eyes, which made Caesar wonder if he was blind or merely handicapping himself.

While in the midst of these thoughts, Caesar was soon only a few feet away from the man, who was standing in the middle of his ring. His clothes fluttering in the air along with his raven black hair, creating an almost breathtaking image. His looks were capable of making others awestruck, however, he still fell short when compared to Caesar's natural beauty and grace.

”It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” Caesar said courteously whilst putting his right hand out in greeting.

After Caesar's words were carried by the breeze, the man didn't respond and an awkward silence ensued. Caesar's right hand was left motionless in the air and stuck out like a sore thumb.

”Ebisu” the man replied back curtly, without bothering to raise his hand.

Caesar took back his hand and a wide-smile formed at his lips, he didn't mind Ebisu's rude behavior in the least, in fact, he thought it was cute and childish. As a man who at heart, was over sixty years old in age, he expected such behavior from children such as the one in front of him.

”I presume you are related to that lass… Akari” Caesar asked curiously, not hiding the amusement in his tone.