Ranking Examination:: Jisenki v. Sora

[Jisenki]

Jisenki casually strolled into the Colosseum with his favorite weapon, the Shift Blade, in hand. He spun it slowly, using only his fingers to rotate the six foot sword in smooth half circles that seemed to be in timing with his own footsteps. A cape that Jisenki wore on occasion was cast over his shoulders. Usually, this blue cape would only be worn when Jisenki was going into a serious battle, but who's to say that this isn't a serious battle? This was a fight that Jisenki would participate in as though it were any fight. His opponent was a Yellow ranked warrior that appeared to be very confident. A yellow ranked warrior!?, some might ask. Wouldn't that be unfair to have a warrior of the lowest ranking fight against the highest ranked warrior? The true answer was that there was no such thing as 'fair' when it came to the battlefield. Any warrior could be placed against any other warrior of any other ranking at any time in their life. Its up to those warriors to decide what the best course of action would be. Besides, it wasn't like Jisenki had planned to kill his opponent. It was a competitive match that would allow Jisenki to determine the level of Sora's skills and decide whether or not he should move up the ranks and by how much he should move up the ranks. He stopped. Looked around. Thought for a moment. Wow. Just now I felt as though I were a fifteen year old student here again. I'm starting to remember all of the great battles that I used to have here. This place...a true monument of nostalgia if there ever were one. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Realizing that his opponent hadn't shown yet, he decided to do some stretching before the match to keep himself loose. I think a warm-up will do me some good. It wouldn't be too great if I hurt myself fighting and Sora managed to defeat me too easily. After stopping, he continued to twirl his sword as he had been doing before, simply waiting. Nothing more. Nothing less. No thoughts going through his head. No strategies stuck on his mind for the battle. Just the simple act of waiting.