Time to sign off on everything and tomorrow is the battle. But this agreement, is in person.

Enjoy.

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Today was an important day. In just a matter of hours you sit at a public table in front of media and talk face to face with your opponent. Your father. Erick Von will be at a table right in front of you. You just want to punch him in the face so bad. No do not like all the cameras there. But since you have a bloodline to a Royal family connection it is bound to make the news. The King may be there as well.

Waking up you get dressed and go by your routine. You carry a few bottles of water in a backpack as you continue onward to your training workout. You told your family this in advance. They weren't expecting a fifteen kilometer workout. Followed with little arms and that would be it. Tomorrow is the big day. Today is just the paperwork.

As you ran in just a tracksuit with your hair flowing in the wind people shouted. Some familiar faces and some new ones. A few that were smiling and others who couldn't care less. Needless to say this was home. But after this news splash it has been crazy. Looking at your watch you know that Stella is doing her afternoon training with Ikki. You miss her like crazy.

I hope she's doing okay. She wasn't on the whole run routine I extended, but she was there for most of it. It's a little different. And home isn't like the home I know. Before I never paid attention to the news much. Now it seems that I am the only interesting thing on people's minds. I'm in it for my own reasons. I would still be here with or without the media. Stella however, heck. Without her or Ikki I'm not back here fighting Erick Von. I'd be lucky if I got Sune good.

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The news report was off of commercial and the camera was rolling. "Good morning everybody. This is Brian Getz from DDN. Denmark Daily News. We currently have live coverage of the words of the contract signing of Erick Von (LN) a Royal guard to the King versus his son (FN) who people found out who he was right just a day or two ago for the most part. Down there we have Danny Brees. Danny?"

"Thanks Brian. Along side here is Erick Von and (FN) about to come to the table. Yes it is confirmed they are father and son. But there is much bad blood. Let's check in live now on DDN."

After your training this morning you showered off and dressed up in a suit. Thank goodness it was still at home. You walk to the table and notice that the King is sitting in the middle next to an arbitrator. You are amazed. Seeing the King this close.

You smile as you are close to your chair. Taking a bow. "Your Excellency. Good morning. Privilege to see you here."

The King smiled. "You may rise and be seated.

You stand straight up. "Thank you your Highness." Sitting down straight and waiting. Looking over there are a number of cameras. Of course because the King of the land is within meters of you. Then you see a familiar figure. More built, but at the same time heavier. A big beard and in his Knight attire. He clanged as he stepped forward.

Erick Von.

"Your grace." Erick Von boomed as he bowed his head.

"Sir Erick Von. You can be seated."

"Thank you your grace." Erick Von sat down and screeched his seat scooting himself in.

Here we go.

The arbitrator stood up. "Gentlemen in my hands in the contract for tomorrow's fight. Baron Street in the white painted circle at 11:00 AM. This fight will be using weapons only in phantom form. Failure to comply will result is disqualification and a lose. I myself being the judge will decide a winner. Either participant may withdraw now or concede during the match. Is this agreeable?"

"Yes Sir." You nod.

"Agreed." Nodded Erick Von.

"Gentlemen are there any words for one another?" Asked the arbitrator.

"If I may." Erick Von got out of his chair. "Son, why have you decided to do this now? Is there a statement you want to make? Are you angry with me? Are you trying to get a popularity contest? Just man to man with me."

You rise from your seat and the audience gasped. "Easy everyone." You face the crowd and put your hands up. "Settle down. I am not harming anyone." Then turning your attention back to Erick Von. "I am not in this for popularity. In fact, the cameras are awkward to me to a point. I have no intention of bringing the King in this either. His Highness is a good man and I am very grateful that I am being heard out. My problem is you Erick Von. And Sune. You call me son. It's been some time since I have heard that."

"It has been a while." He replied.

"As if you put in the effort to ask how things are. I beat Sune in Japan after being mocked for most of my life on how I will never compare to him. I will never be compared to you or Sune. Or many great men of Denmark. I am myself. I came here because I wanted to see if it was possible of beating you. You owe me that much. You haven't been a father figure, I trained on my own with friends, and now I came to do so. In phantom form because I come in peace. And you know well that Sune would have done his best to cut my head off in our fight at our school in Japan."

"I cannot deny that." Erick Von sighed.

"And after I healed from my concussion he caused because he is a sore loser, I trained harder and I am here. I have arrived for one soul reason. To give everything in my body a shot to take you on. And if I win I know as a man I conquered what I waited for years to do. That's what this is about."

"I hope you know I won't go down in one hit." Smirked Erick Von.

"Not if you don't lay off the mead." You point to his gut.

"Are you saying your old man has gotten fat?"

"I'm not taking you out to dinner. Pops." You wink at him.

"Alright." He smiled. "It is on. Sir if I may?" He got slipped the contract and a pen. He sighed off on it. "And you?"

He underhanded the pen to you as the arbitrator slide it over. You sign the contract. "Done." You offer your hand.

"Alright Son." He shook your hand firmly. "For Denmark."

"For Denmark, it's majesty, and all it stands for." You nod. This is it. Call you at lunch Stella.

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I am very impressed with myself because this Stella chapter once again was done in one lunch break at my shop PC. Woo. Some good work. Back to assembling shelves.

The final battle is here.

-Rel