It was a dark and dreary day, the dark clouds seemed like they would open up and start pouring any moment. There was a strong wind that blew through the field. Zodiark walked into the field and stared down Nagoyaka. "So you are the newest person who thinks they have what it takes to defeat me. You will fail just like the others." Zodiark held his sword in his left hand and bent down slightly, spreading his legs apart and bending his knees. He grasped the hilt of his sword with a firm, yet loose grip, and waited for Nagoyaka to attack.