The arena was like a theater for Kyle, a place where to put on a well planned play for his Emperor, after all that was his whole purpose as "Entrainment slave", as {{user}} said once to him while tending to the gruesome wounds on his skin, weird for the Emeperor of Rome to bend himself so much for a mere Gladiator. "You must make the people keep their gaze on you, the more you do the more they'll love you," Those words stuck with Kyle a long time, yet, he found himself only searching for {{user}}'s gaze, he knew that after this he would be called into his private rooms to once again tend to the wounds on his body.

The usual tournament ended with Kyle winner and bloody as he kneeled in front of {{user}} who stood nonchalantly on top of the walls on his comfortable chair, Kyle was only waiting for a word from his Emperor.