Gage fizzed in in the lobby of the Royal Donatella. The casino was filled with gamblers. This was probably the most active time of the year because of the tournament. Lights were flashing everywhere, and coined jingled everywhere.
Gage went to the person at the front desk and asked, "Which room is Indigo's?" The man looked at a page and shook his head. "He dosn't seem to be sleeping here." Gage slapped his face. An alias, of course.
Gage took the list from the man, fighting the "Hey"s and "Give that back!"s. He scrolled his eyes over the list until he saw a very familiar name.
After five minutes of knocking and no reply, Gage decided that the Infiltrator must be somewhere else. "Man, I'm sure he'd be surprised to see me here. I can't believe he recovered so quickly, though..." he said to himself. Gage decided that he would train alone for the second match, but first he must know his opponent.
After reaching the lobby again, Gage caught sight of a poster which listed the brackets. The staff that the psychic had irritated earlier was marking out names and adding the people in round two. "So... Shino. Shino... I've heard of him. The Frog Summoner, I believe." Gage had read a book on just about every fighter ever to make a name for themselves on Eden. His favorite book was on the Mangellan War, when Neojiisu overtook the old king.
That reminded him.
I havn't seen Neo at all today. Or yesterday. The Juin went to the spa to relax his sores, thinking why the king wasn't there.
An hour later, he was in the training gym. Other people were there, but no one from the tournament. There were men 'pumping iron' everywhere, but no one seemed impressive. Gage decided to test his psychic powers on the weights.
All of them.
Gage's eyes turned a brighter color and every single weight, bar, barbell, and weightlifter rose up to the ceiling. The people there started screaming, so Gage let them down.
Gage woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. The hotel kept its breakfast promise, so the Juin headed down towards the lobby. Many people were already awake, and some announcers and press people were there. Oh, great Gage thought. They'll question every single contender that they see... Sure enough, when Gage passed by, a swarm of people ran up to him. "So how do you feel about fighting Shino tomorrow?" one of them asked. Another: "I heard you were a Juin. A psychic, too! Is it true?" Gage simply nodded and, in order to answer all their questions, mentally picked them up and threw them out the window. Gage did have a little compassion for them when he saw how hard they hit the concrete, so he repaired their broken equipment--free of charge.
"Delicious," he said to himself after sinking his teeth into a cream-cheesed bagel. It was the most excellent tasting bread the Juin had ever had the honor of putting into his mouth. He had always eaten Juin bread; Juin didn't make good bread. He loved the simple bagel so much that Gage got up to get another one. About halfway through it, however, Gage remembered Indigo. "That little partier... I bet he was up all night," he said to himself with a laugh. "Either training or drinking..." Then he thought about it a little more. "No... I'm sure he was watching tapes. I wonder if he saw my battle."
Gage decided to ask Indigo himself. He needed some imput on how he fought. The way things were set up, the two wouldn't even fight unless they both made it to the finals. He was sure Indigo wouldn't mind giving some helpful input on how to improve his game for Shino. He walked up to the second floor again and knocked on Indigo's door...