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This is a cinematic thread, Arc 3: Canon 5 - Beginning Strawberry (2). People from all around have received invitations to some kind of exquisite party gathering in one of the rooms in a fancy five star hotel. Everyone is simply at this gathering now, waiting to find out why they're there, who invited them, and exactly what this invitation is.
This will be posted when Canons 1-4 are completed.
The event initially took place within a single multi-purpose room in a five star hotel, designed specifically with the purpose of holding conventions or similar. In this case, the room had red carpets, and the walls were white and covered in dozens and dozens of what appeared to be paintings. However, they weren't actually paintings. They had golden portraits, but they were all facial shots. All of these facial shots also had numbers above them. If one took a solid look, they'd see them. Numbers. These were...bounties? However, the faces visible on the bounties were all faces that didn't appear in this tournament. Could it be that...this tournament had happened before?! All of the faces had varying bounties. Some of these had bounties under 10,000, and others had bounties over 100,000. In reality, it was a very shocking development. Old faces could be recognized. Some of it dated all the way past the 33rd Captain Commander, and even to the 31st, over 2000 years ago. It was stunning.
Furthermore, of those gathered, more than half that had been invited were missing. Many Arrancar and Captains were noticeably missing. However, it was also clear that some strong and prominent figures were there nonetheless. The halls had fancy white cloth tables with expensive wines and noble foods all over. Guests in whatever clothing they felt like were all around. "My my...what a lovely festivity..." a voice murmured. This one belonged to Guujin Karai, one of those attending the party. He was grinning while his eyes were focused like a snake's on a glass of wine. And, meanwhile, others had arrived too. Over near a giant wooden stage with red curtains on it, the person who was most concerned was there too. "This is crazy..." Arashi Manako said. "There are so many ridiculously strong people here..."
His strength had suffered quite a bit. And yes, indeed, there were many strong people all around. Zouma Santeku, Vizard Leader, was there. However, also there, casually drinking wine, a noble looking man with burning, passionate yellow eyes, and gelled back hair. His attire was fancy as well. This one was already known to many. He didn't care about people discovering his identity in the tournament. He was strong enough to stop anyone. Armand, the greatest living swordsman. Sitting there, it was clear that he was probably actually the strongest contestant in the tournament. And, nearby him, also drinking wine, was a man in a black cloth cloak that covered him from head to toe. Only the lower half of his face could be seen. Actually, if one looked, there were quite a few people like this. Twleve in total. This indicated that they were the Ashi. Of varying heights and sizes, they were all ridiculously strong participants too.
And then, the curtains unveiled, revealing a man with brown hair spiked at the top, pointing towards the sky. He wore a suit, and black tinted sunglasses.
"ATTENTION DUELISTS!" That was his loud, booming voice.
"WELCOME TO THE TOURNAMENT! HERE, AT THE DEVIL'S VENDETTA TOURNAMENT, YOU WILL FIGHT EACH OTHER TO SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE. WHEN WE SEND YOU AN OPPONENT, YOU WILL ARRIVE AT THE PROPER ARENA TO FIGHT THAT OPPONENT. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES AFTER THE DETERMINED TIME, OR YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED ON ACCOUNT OF TARDY. YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED THREE DAYS PRIOR TO BATTLE THE TITLE OF YOUR OPPONENT. IF IN THAT TIME YOU CAN TRACK DOWN YOUR OPPONENT'S TRUE IDENTITY, IF IT IS NOT ALREADY KNOWN, YOU MAY AMBUSH AND ASSASSINATE YOUR ADVERSARY TO CLAIM VICTORY! Any questions...."
OOC: Sorry, got lazy. This cinematic's boring to write.