Welcome to the Stadium. Countryhumans from all ages, all sizes, all powers, tend to participate in these battles, no matter their status or conditions. The stadium was made to entertain the normal humans as normal humans, in this world, have more power than a countryhuman.

Even though some Countryhumans are disabled, the humans still pit them against each other. After all, it is required for them to participate in this dangerous game of duels almost to the death. The rules state that the battle ends if these conditions are met:

1. The other countryhuman cannot physically fight anymore,

2. The other countryhuman goes out of bounds,

3. and if the other countryhuman forfeits the match, however, that is decided by its people.

These are the things that keep this messed up world running, the things that make the people smile and scream for their country to win. This is a dangerous game, with nations with harmful and sometimes good intentions, participating in it....

Oh, and the nations that lose are subjected to life-threatening injuries, so not only is this a fight for their intentions, but also a fight for survival.

Germany listened to the announcer state the rules and explain what the Stadium was with a soft sigh, shaking his head and wrapping the bandages around his knuckles. His people didn't want him to fight, but it became a requirement, specifically because of him and his heritage.... fuck that heritage.

The German leaned against the wall, the dark room's shadows seemingly moving around as if alive. It was due to his powers, he knew, aka shadow manipulation. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, standing up when the commentator announced that the match would be starting soon.

As the doors opened and he walked out, he was immediately met with a darker stadium, clearly made to accustom its current fighters. The Germans, of course, screamed cheers for him as soon as he entered the fighting ring.

Then he saw {{user}} walking out of the other side, their people greeting them.