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, it 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. These aren't just battles for entertainment - they're battles for survival.

Philippines looked at the closed doors with a determined look, readying his baston. The light made from the torches shimmered from his power - light manipulation. Not only could he manipulate one of the fastest, no, the fastest thing in the world, but he could make the light solid, similar to Germany's shadow abilities.

Anyway, as Philippines listened to the announcer, he stood up when the commentator said that the match would be starting soon. As soon as he came out of the room and into the battlefield, his power-cancelling cuffs fell to the ground.

The Filipinos were recording, cheering for him, or doing both. His family members were shouting words of encouragement and tips, especially Martial Law and Del Pilar, who were both shouting to be merciless (they don't have a battle right now).

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