"What's a kid like you doing here? Surely you're not entering the tournament, scrub!" an adult ridiculed the young child. The Iron Fist Tournament was approaching, and many people had gathered to partake for fame, glory, or promised rewards for winning. Jun had come to this festival for many reasons. He wanted to explore the world, and see what life had to offer outside of his home. He wanted to see his family, one of whom was running the tournament this year. And he wanted to see if he could meet some interesting people, maybe even make some friends. "No, I'm just here to watch and have fun," he replied with an innocent smile. He then turned and continued walking amongst the filled crowds, his staff accidentally smacking the guy as he turned. While the guy yelped in pain, Jun's own face was distorted into one of embarrassment and worry. He hadn't meant to hit the guy. "SORRY MISTER! It was an accident!" was all he could say. The man grunted and left.
And so Jun was alone in a vast city. He wondered what he should do now.
And so Jun was alone in a vast city. He wondered what he should do now.