Continued from Chapter 8
After Seihu accepted the offer, the “Toa” he met secretly trained and sparred with him for about almost a year for twice a week, before one of the events.
One night, a conversation between Sterok and Burosa took place.
“Why are we training him?” asked the Sterok.
“We need him for our assignment” said Burosa. “Besides we are getting paid generously for this.”
The next day, Seihu and the two mischievous figures went to an underground fighting arena in a shady part of Ta-Metru. In there were so many fighters from all over the Matoran universe who had one goal: To beat whoever is there, and be the best.
Just when the sweltering heat of the great furnace was not enough, the heat of battle and the burning passion of the fights were enough to compete with the furnace.
Seihu watched as many fighters were training and polishing their weapons.
“These guys are really going at it, I could learn something from them” said Seihu.
“Oh don’t worry about them, it’s your time to shine, Hero” said Burosa.
“How about a new mask for you, huh?” asked Burosa.
Seihu responded, “But my mask is just fine.”
“Nonsense, the new mask is to show off the powerful yet heroic essence you project now” said Burosa.
“Well…” pondered Seihu looking up with his hand on his chin.
“Sterok! Get the mask!” commanded Burosa
Sterok got a mask that was red and black, almost rectangular, with hornlike eyebrows, and an imposing appearance.
“Try it on, champion” said Burosa.
“Well, okay,” decided Seihu looking left to right in thought. He took off his white Miru and put on the new mask.
“This feels pretty good” smiled Seihu.
Burosa nodded with a mischievous grin.
“Excuse me for a minute; I need to talk with a few ‘Toa’ friends.” Burosa said before he walked away.
Just then Burosa met up with a Skakdi and the Skakdi growled, “I hope you supplied the entertainment for the fight.”
“Don’t worry about that, we got a foolish and odd Matoran to come here.” smirked Burosa. “He’s perfect, once he dies, he won’t be around to warn anyone.”
The tradition in these fights was that for entertainment before a fight, the best fighter in the ring has to torture either a naïve or unwilling Matoran until it dies, in order to warm up a crowd.
The fight started and the announcer spoke, “Greetings all you Matoran Universe beings, welcome to the Underground fighting exhibit.” We would like to start this event with some entertainment. Get ready to laugh.” In this corner, from Karzahni, here is the reigning champion, Kraezukor!” Just then a big bulky dark gunmetal gray, black, orange and lime figure came out and said “Bring it on, I love this game”,
“Get ready, because in the next corner, the sacrifice, a Matoran from Metru Nui!” yelled the Announcer. The crowd went wild and cheered.
“Listen to the crowd cheer for you” said Burosa to Seihu as he was getting ready.
“Wow, people like me already” said Seihu.
“Yes, now go out and make me happy…I mean…make yourself a Toa” said Burosa trying to hold back a laugh.
“You know it!” Seihu exclaimed.
The moment Seihu eagerly ran and left, Burosa and Sterok laughed maniacally and loudly until they fell over.
Seihu had no idea that he was going to be set up for a life or death game…