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Iwamoto entered the arena with the thought that all of this was quite strange. Everyone for themselves? A strange fight. However, he believed that what followed would be more interesting: duels with the best fighters, one on one. The samurai wasn't entirely confident in his abilities, but he considered participating in the tournament a great opportunity and honor for himself.
He waited for a suitable moment, asked for help from Shameimaru, and attacked when the moment presented itself. The opponent turned out to be exceptionally lucky, and Iwamoto didn't expect to receive a bleeding wound, but he noted to himself that in a combat tournament, one should be prepared for any, however dangerous, turn of events.
He waited for healing (or healed himself if it was allowed), closed his eyes for the poor Assyrian (to die from an enemy's tail... not a very good death!), took the trophies, thanked Shameimaru, thanked his lifeless but still present opponents... In general, the procedure wasn't too quick. After that, he left the arena.