When the sun falls down and the sky grows dark under a hanging moon and the stars that sit in the cosmic heavens above, not everyone lays their heads down to sleep peacefully. This is especially true on the little beloved ball that's known by Earth to most. Earthlings created artificial lights ages ago, cutting through the night to reclaim it as their own. Several businesses even accommodated for these night owls for things other than twenty-four-hour convenience stores and drive-throughs. There were many dojos that secretly opened their doors to their students and the public for fights with high stakes. These were easier to arrange at this hour since everyone was usually finished with their training and exercises that occupied much of their daylight hours.

Niha was still enjoying her visit on Earth and happened on a flyer for one of these dojos. The prize was a small sum of zeni paired with a special ribbon that would commemorate the fight for the winner. She was trying to work in more excuses to put her combat experience to the test. She was still too green for her liking and wanted to get some thicker skin. She had to be able to stand for people that could be being crushed under the thumbs of the cruel and tyrannical, and she couldn't do that by being the small and helpless child that watched things from the sidelines. Niha gently pulls the flyer free from the wooden post it's been stapled to, needing to keep it for the address to reference. This dojo didn't look like it was too far from here, just a couple of blocks down the road on the right.

She flies along over the sidewalk with a large ornate staff in her hands, standing out in her robes among the modernly dressed people passing by that give her strange looks. Niha didn't mind, but she didn't feel that she needed to worry about impressing them constantly. It was starting to get through to her gradually that trying to make everyone happy was as futile as trying to stop a hurricane. There would always be someone out there with a complaint. As long as she was comfortable and not breaking any of Earth's laws, then Niha would dress however she liked. She lands in front of the door to the dojo and walks in with a trio of young men, following them down to the basement space the makeshift competition was being hosted at.

She stood out less amongst the fighters. Her robes seemed less outlandish amongst the various styles of Gi that they wore, and some people didn't even have shirts on while they waited for the sign-ups to be completed. Niha quickly looks away from them with a blush on her face and retreats to find a place in a line in front of the desk. When it's her turn, she puts her name down on the list. The elderly gentleman manning the desk squints at her and looked over to compare her to the other fighters. They would be out of her weight class, but she seemed like one of those little scrappy runts that had tricks up their sleeves. "Alright, wait over there with the others. You'll be called out when your partner's picked. If you lose, you're out, if you win then you'll just have to sit on the sidelines until the new round begins and repeat."

He juts his pen out to the right and Niha breaks away from the line to wait with the others. After all the new competitors have been processed, a young woman wearing athletic gear and purple sweatbands on her head and wrists steps up with a microphone to the center of a large rectangular ring drawn into the ground with chalk. "Welcome everyone! Thank you very much for joining the Leaping Rabbit Dojo for this week's Midnight Tourney! Our first match up is an interesting doing. A little miss Niha.." She pauses and looks over at the elderly man to make sure she wasn't missing the girl's last name.

After he shakes his head, she continues on seamlessly, "And Yoroshu! Please come up to the ring and let's kick this off!" Niha perks up and smiles, ducking through the crowd to claim one of the sides of the field. She bows deeply with her staff in hand and tells her opponent, "Hello, my name is Niha. It'll be my honor fighting you today...er, tonight I mean. I promise to keep it fair, and may the best fighter win."

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