Everyone glaring daggers at Tegne, the bun returned one in kind. Alright, what's the hold up here, huh? Wait, is it almost the fourteenth hour? Maybe it was. Should he get out of here? No, why leave in the middle of a battle like that? Come on, now, Siorc, have some common sense! Stares only getting stronger, the young adult cleared his throat. Out with it already, Clueless Hare!

"Hey! Why ya gotta call a time out for, huh?!" Wanta cried. "We're getting into it, ya know!"

"Get a clue! Someone's here!" Tegne shouted.

"Who, huh?!" Cyril cried, pounding his fists together. "Ya wanna piece of me?"

"Oh, I want a piece of you alright!" Tidebu exclaimed. "Listen here, you rejects, keep the noise down, got it?! I was in the middle of a nice nap, but you lot had to ruin it!"

"Then, go back to the heavens, and sleep there, why don't ya?! Can't ya see we're in the middle of something?!" Wanta cried.

Laser beam awarded to Wanta, the bun's eyes opened wide. Woah, this godun sure meant business. What if Tidebu was his last opponent in the Mystic Carrot Bowl? No, no, Siorc, why would the gods involve themselves in these sorts of things? Of course they wouldn't! What a silly thing to think! Boxer Hare huffing, the bun zippered the lip. He didn't say anything, don't look at him!

"Look at who we've got here!" Tidebu cried. "Unhappy Bunny!" He then pointed. "Listen here, don't think you've got this all in the bag!" He then flew back towards the entrance. "That's all. Buh, bye! I'm out of here, and for heaven's sake, fight quieter!"

Poof.

"Woah, where were we? Ah, right, we in the middle of your training!" Wanta cried. "Aight, let's wrap this up, shall we? Ya ready to take another beating?"

[I won't lose to you!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"En garde, then!" Fists were pumped together.

Cracking his knuckles, the young adult prepared himself for action. He's got this, he can do this. Right, of course he could! Rapid punches coming his way, the shield was out and ready to go. Ha! Did they think that'd be enough to take him out? They've got another thing coming if they think that's enough to do him in! Cracking his knuckles, he readied for the next few rounds.

Hours racing on by, the bun huffed as the bell chimed for the thirteenth hour. Where did time go? Maybe it's about time he puts an end to all this? Well, maybe. Stepping back, he cracked his knuckles. It's definitely time to part ways. Party of two stepping back, the dust settled on the score. Well, maybe.

"Kay, if ya had enough, you can leave our hole," Cyril shouted. "Ya better not lose now, ya hear?"

[I won't. I'll get that redo!] A crackling voice exclaimed through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Exiting the dungeon, the young adult cracked his knuckles. It's about time he gets this party started! Or, was it? Maybe it's still a little too early to go to the battlefield now. No, no, Siorc, the earlier the better, right! Returning to his temporary accommodations for a moment, his eyes wandered. Does he really have what it takes to win this thing? Maybe not.

Fixing himself up, the bun slapped his cheeks. The quarterfinals are about to go underway. Who would he be fighting this time? Whoever it was, he had to win. Right, he can't mess up now, no matter what. One wrong move, and it's guaranteed to be over this time. Leaving the hotel behind, two familiar faces soon waited for him.

"You ready to go?" Zhulong asked, hand extended. "Honestly, I'd be careful, if I were you. I'm sure the godbuns have a trick up their sleeve."

"I think so, too," Niquel said, arms crossed. "If you make it to the finals, you need to watch out for some tricks the godbuns might have up their sleeves. Let's get going, the quarterfinals are about to start."

Reaching the stadium rather quickly, the bun prepared himself. Who was he about to fight this time? Please, don't be another three versus one, he could hardly take another one of those. Godbuns floating towards him, he swore they had the biggest smirks on their faces. Here it comes, they're going to place their bets again, aren't they?

"Look who it is, it's Unhappy Bunny!" Excabu shouted. "I bet you'll lose this fight! If you do, you'll be getting triple the amount of work! Got it, plaything?"

"That's right, so you'd better prepare yourself!" Sapphbu shouted. "Go onto the battlefield right now!"

"And, the next fight is now upon us!" the announcer shouted. "Our first match in the quarterfinals will be between Justice Hare, Cheeky Hare and Unhappy Bunny!"

Running onto the battlefield, the young adult's jaw dropped wide. Excuse him, what? A two versus one? How was that fair? Please, can't the goduns think about this for a good long moment? As if they would. Pitch black haired LopVampa raising his fist into the air, the bun could feel it. Any second now, and they're going to give a ridiculous speech.

"You there!" Robin shouted. "Justice will be served to you, Unhappy Bunny!"

"Sorry, hon, no hard feelings, but we're going to win this," Raven said. "Don't worry, we won't completely humiliate you, promise."

Opponents looking like they meant business, the chimera prepared himself. Alright, here goes nothing. He's got this, he can win. No hard feelings if he defeats them, either. They'd better enjoy their last hurrah while they still can, because once he's done here, there won't be anything left! Alright, here goes nothing, he's going to reach the semi-finals.

[Sorry, it's going to be me who takes you two out. Prepare yourselves!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Oh, really, well, listen here, Justice will be served! Robin shouted. "Let's go!"

Whistle taking the stage, the vampa steeled himself. Here goes nothing. Cheeky Hare's loose cowlick on the top of his head moving up and down, the bun jumped back. This guy's definitely planning something, he needs to hurry and take charge! Huffing a breath, he prepared himself. Alright, they want a piece of him, do they? He'll give them a piece of him, alright!

"Supers shockwave three thousand!" Raven shouted.

Shockwave ready to take him out from the back, the young adult flapped upward. Is it just him, or had that attacked looked a little too directionless? Well, probably. Maybe he should bounce it back? Yes, that would do. Shield out and ready to go, the shockwave of many proportions was ready to bounce itself back towards its owner any second now. Finger snap coming his way, the bun did a double take. Did that really do that much damage? There's definitely no way that was the case here.

"Hon, I don't get it, how did that do so much damage?" Raven asked, huffing.

"Tch, I'll show you what real justice looks like!" Robin shouted, flapping upward. "Take this, Justice Hammer!"

Hammer coming his way, the young adult gulped. Hold on a second, why is that thing so big? Did he get transported into some comic book or something? No, of course not, get it together, Siorc. Taking the leap of faith, the bun let out a battle cry. Here goes nothing. Take this, Justice Hare! Earrings turned into a sword, the bun sliced and diced.

Justice Hare huffing up a storm, the bun's eyes wandered. There's no way that attack of his did that much damage. There has to be some sort of mistake. Did the judges miscalculate? Probably. What should he do? Should he say something? No, what good would that do? Forget this, he needs to keep the fight going for now. Here goes nothing.

"Well, hon, looks like we should probably tag team this, what do you say?" Raven asked. "Going to be honest with you, I think our options are limited here."

"Fine, hold my hand, we'll serve justice right here and now!" Robin shouted.

"Super Justice Hammer Three Thousand!" the duo shouted.

Hammer ready to do him in, the vampa flew up high towards the sky. He can do this, right. Of course he can. Duo's backsides his for the taking, the blade had been crunched into them before they could even see it coming. Party of two down on their knees, an announcement had soon took the stage for everyone in the audience to hear.

"Unhappy Bunny moves onto the semi-finals!" the announcer shouted.

"Okay, fine, maybe you got this!" Robin shouted. "You'd better win this whole thing!"

"I'm sure he has what it takes, hon," Raven said, finger on his chin.

Watching the rest of the fights, the bun blinked. Why do some of these opponents look so familiar? Honestly, he doesn't know. Maybe he's simply just imagining it? Probably. Or, maybe not? Who knows anymore. It was best to not think about such things for the time being. Fights looking awfully close, something flew through the vampa's mind.

The Mystic Carrot Bowl, could it have been rigged? He doesn't know, he was staring to think it might have been after all. What should he do if it was? Honestly, at this point, who cares anymore? It was way too late to say anything about it, wasn't it? Probably. Further sea of questions floating in, the world pivoted inward.

If the Godbuns were rigging this, why? What was the point in doing that? Wasn't this supposed to be a tournament to see who was the strongest? But, the bun shook his head. No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts! Maybe his competition just wasn't all that it was cracked up to be after all. That had to have been all it was, right. Why would it be rigged? He's thinking nonsense.

"The semi-finals will begin shortly!" the announcer shouted. "Let's see who's made it!"

Large seed bracket taking the stage, the bun placed his finger on his chin. That's strange, why are some of the pictures staticed out? He doesn't know, he bets some of the godbuns are here hiding amongst their people as opponents! No, no, now why would they do that? That's ridiculous! First round of the semi-finals underway, the young adult crossed his fingers. Don't let his next opponent be a five versus one, thanks.

First match going on for an awfully long time, the young adult rose an eyebrow. What did he watch just now? He doesn't know. Well, he guessed whoever won that will be his opponent. If he makes it to the end, that is. Maybe he won't. Getting out of the audience, the bun slapped his cheeks. It's his turn, time to get this going.

"Hey, there, remember me?" Dancer Lop asked. "I hope you're ready to lose! I have a date with the twenty godbuns in this ring! And I'm not going to let you take that from me, got it?"

"Our next match is between Dancer Lop and Unhappy Bunny!" the announcer shouted. "Is everyone ready for this?"

Crowd pumping it up, the bun prepared himself. It's time to get this over with. Dancer Lop hopping upward, the vampa jumped back. Oh, so they really want a piece of him, do they? In that case, they'll get what's coming to them, also! Are they ready for a dance? Jumping back, the young adult was ready for action ten times over.

"You think you're so tough, do you?" Dove asked, laughing. "Well, guess what! I'm going to crush every single one of those gods, and I'm not going to let you stop me! Take this, spiked pirouette!"

Dove's feet laced with sharp edges, the bun flew upward. She sure knew how to lace up her kicks! But, nice try, he's not falling for that one! Girl racing towards him with all her might, the young adult kept the defenses going. Nope, sorry, he just missed him! Hope she'll enjoy becoming one with the ground.

"Oh, no you don't, I'll get you yet!" Dove shouted.

Flying up further, the bun gazed at the upper battlefield. Strange, where did these pillars come from? Something is definitely fishy about these things. No, no, come on, Siorc, these were always here, weren't they? Right, he's not seeing anything out of the ordinary here! Why would he be? Dancer Lop becoming one with the pillar closest to her, she let out a screech.

"Agh! Where did these come from?!" Dove cried. "I'll beat you to the ground for this, you hear me?!"

One quarter of Dove's health bar zapped away, the bun looked every which way. Where should he strike? Maybe her backside would do. Flapping upward, the young adult's blade was ready. Take this, it's time for the cleaver! Backside his for the taking, the bun sliced and diced. Roar! He's still got what it takes!

"Of course you would do that, why does it not surprise me that's how this would all go down?" Dove asked laughing. "Alright, whatever, you got me." As she said such, she dropped down onto the ground. "Ugh."

Health bar trickling down to zero, the vampa closed his eyes. Did he really win that just now? Why did it feel like he accomplished nothing? Victory bell tolling, the bun's eyes wandered. Final match announced for tomorrow, the late evening soon rolled in before the bun could even blink. Dragging himself back to his accommodations for the time being, the farmer walked around in a circle.

The Mystic Carrot Bowl, why did it feel as though someone was handing him these wins out like they were candy? Maybe Zhulong and Niquel were right, this thing was rigged. What if he gets the weakest finalist ever? Maybe he should just forfeit. Reversing his elliptical, the thoughts kept playing themselves out one after another.

The godbuns, were they the ones pulling the strings? Why does it feel like tomorrow there might be a shake up for the ages? No, no, Siorc, come on, why would that happen? Unless, he might end up fighting the godbuns live in front of a crowd of barely anyone? No, come on, Siorc, get a grip here! That's not happening!

Letting out a yawn, the vampa crawled up underneath his covers. Forget about whether or not this might be rigged. Tomorrow is a new day! World of sleep ready to take him away at any given moment, one last sea of thoughts dragged themselves down with him into the dream world one inkling after another.

Even if the Mystic Carrot Bowl is rigged, he has to win tomorrow no matter what.

Right, he can't lose this.

No way.