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Malik and his team are pushing through the tournament brackets with relative ease. Things are looking very promising! As they take a much needed break, the team is given an extravagant meal from the tournament organizers. Right as they prepare to take their first bites, Malik's acquaintance, Burner, comes in warning them not to eat the food! It seems some group is up to no good and committing nefarious pranks to all the tournament participants. It's time to get to the bottom of this!
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|—The day of the tournament—|
|Lippy||Everyone, I've completed your custom costumes for the ring! Please, try them on and let me know how they feel!|
|Malik||Huh. This is really good craftsmanship.|
|Lippy|| Why thank you! I've attempted to meticulously replicate the costumes of a group of eastern fighters for whom I have a tremendous amount of respect. |
My hope was that wearing similar costumes would grant us comparable strength in the ring. I suppose we're all a little superstitious at heart!
|Milla||Do people in the east really fight wearing such frilly garments? I feel like some sort of snooty aristocrat.|
|Dezel||They move all right.|
|Malik|| Milla's costume isn't that drastic of a departure, and these are pretty standard duds for Dezel and I... |
But Presea... Are you really gonna be okay fighting in that?
|Presea||Hmmm? Does something about this seem strange to you?|
|Dezel||Well, she doesn't seem to mind.|
|Presea||My costume has little paw pads sewn onto it. They're so cute. Would you like to touch them, Malik?|
|Malik||Uh, no. I'll restrain myself. Are you sure that costume won't get in the way when you're fighting?|
|Presea||Oh, I'm sure. Wearing this feels so empowering. It makes me eager to fight.|
|Lippy|| I am so pleased that everyone seems satisfied! I'll admit that they appear a tad unconventional to the untrained eye. |
But the materials from which they're made are highly elastic and extremely breathable. They should prove quite flexible in the ring!
|Milla||Now that you mention it, it does seem to fit exceptionally well. And it is easy to move around in...|
|Dezel||Yeah. Not too shabby.|
|Malik||Lippy crafted these as a prayer to the gods of battle. A prayer that no foe should be able to stand against us while we wear them in the ring.|
|Lippy||You honor me with your praise. I am moved nearly to tears!|
|Malik||Well, best pull it together. The tournament's about to begin.|
|Milla||Is it time already? All right—let's win this thing and claim that prize!|
|Dezel||I never go into a fight expecting to lose.|
|Presea||If we win, I get to touch Lippy's paw pads to my heart's content. We'll win.|
|Malik||Dance with fire! Can you see it coming? Blistering Waltz!|
|Presea||Become dust... It's over! Infernal Ruin!|
|Lippy||Allow me to unleash my own master arte! Hammer Punch!|
|The||We have a winner! Give it up for Malik Caesar's Team!|
|Lippy||My friends, we've prevailed! Let us strive to maintain this rhythm all the way to the final round!|
|Milla||Yeah, we're on fire here!|
|Presea||It looks like our team gets a little break after this.|
|Lippy|| Ah, it appears you are correct. Then let us rest our weary muscles! |
Look at this. The tournament steering committee has delivered deluxe boxed meals for each of us!
Please wait for a moment while I prepare our beverages.
|Malik||That's awfully considerate of you, Lippy. I guess we'll wait to eat till they're ready.|
|[Everyone opens their lunch boxes.]|
|Presea||This looks really yummy.|
|Milla|| You're not kidding. This looks great! |
But I can't even identify some of these ingredients. What is this?
|Malik||I think that's genkatsu—breaded squid tentacles, It's a local delicacy here. Looks like they're fried up nicely.|
|Dezel||The local delicacy of Genkotsu is "genkatsu"? Are they trying to be cute?|
|Malik||Ha! You caught that straight away. You're exactly right.|
|Lippy||My apologies for keeping you waiting! I've prepared an ice-cold round of my special juice for everyone. This is an especially restorative blend!|
|Malik||Thanks, Lippy. Now that everything's ready, let's dig right in—|
|Burner||Malik, stop! Don't do it!|
|Milla||Oh, it's that friend of yours! Burner, I think?|
|Dezel||He's not looking too good.|
|Burner||Malik, don't eat the lunch boxes! The food, it's... *urf*|
|Malik||Burner? Are you all right? Stay with me, man! What happened?|
|Burner|| Urrrggghhh... I ate one of those lunch boxes just before noon. The stomach pains started before I'd even finished. |
I haven't been able to leave the bathroom since!
|Malik||How could this have happened?|
|Burner|| There has to be some kinda poison in there! This sucks, but... my legs are so wobbly... I can barely walk. |
I'd really been looking forward to our rematch, Malik, but... I think my tournament... is over...
Win this one... for me... all right...?
|Malik||Burner! Burner, look at me! Buuuuurrrrrnnnnneeeeerrrrr!!!|
|Lippy||Dear me, Master Burner!|
|Milla||Is... Is he dead?|
|Burner||Oh! And I forget to mention. I'm apparently not the only one who got sick after eating the lunch boxes.|
|Milla||What, you're fine after all? You had me totally worried!|
|Burner|| When the committee found out, they tried to recover all the boxes they'd distributed, but they must not have gotten to yours... yet... |
The rest... is up... to you...
|Malik||Buuurrrnnneeerrr!!! Your warning saved us all! I won't let your sacrifice be in vain!|
|Milla||Oh, he's just playing dead. I'm not falling for that again.|
|Lippy||I do believe he's legitimately unconscious... We should get him to the infirmary posthaste!|
|Malik||The doctor briefed me on Burner's condition. They got him on some sort of I.V. drip, and he should be fine with a bit of rest.|
|Dezel||Who would poison the lunch boxes? Someone who wants to get the tournament shut down, maybe?|
|Presea||I asked Lippy to analyze the lunch box. Maybe that will give us a clue?|
|Lippy||My smartphon has just now completed the analysis!|
|Malik||So what have you got for us, Lippy?|
|Lippy||A powerful laxative has been detected from the lunch boxes. That is likely the source of the stomach pains that Burner and the others experienced.|
|Dezel||It's not even a real poison? Just a laxative? This is getting dumber by the minute.|
|Lippy||I asked the committee about the other incidents. They said that while they have disrupted the tournament, no one has been seriously hurt.|
|Milla||Well that doesn't make me feel much better—we nearly fell victim to it ourselves! I won't be happy till the culprit's been found and punished!|
|Lippy|| I could not agree more, Lady Milla! All of these brave competitors need to be focusing on the tournament, not staying out of some saboteur's way! |
What sort of monster would sully such a proud and long-standing tradition? He must pay for his crimes.
|Presea||If we don't find the culprit soon, the incidents might start getting more serious.|
|Dezel||I'll all for catching the guy, but what about the tournament? Our next round begins soon, and if we're not out there, we're getting disqualified.|
|Lippy||Dear me... Whatever shall we do?|
|Malik||I want to solve this mystery as much as you do, but we've come too far to forfeit now. Besides, I owe it to Burner to win this thing.|
|Milla||Well what if we split up, then? One team could continue advancing through the tournament, while the other hunts down the culprit!|
|Dezel||I could care less either way. Do whatever you want.|
|Malik||All right. Presea, Milla, Dezel— I want you to track this guy down.|
|Milla||Huh? You're sending three of us? Are you and Lippy gonna be able to handle the tournament by yourselves?|
|Lippy||M-Master Malik? As much as I appreciate your faith in me, I honestly don't see how—|
|Malik|| You'll do great. I know this is my first time fighting with you, but you're a lot stronger than I imagined you'd be. I know you have the skills. |
But what I need now is to have you focused. We get distracted, and we'll give our foes an opening. I want your head in the ring, 100%.
|Lippy||Y-Yes, Master Malik, I understand! Your faith in me will not be misplaced!|
|Presea||Leave the investigation to us. Good luck out there Malik. You too, Lippy.|
| And so, Milla, Presea, and Dezel informed the tournament judges that they were withdrawing from the tournament and left the arena. |
But immediately after passing through the exit, they returned through a back door and headed to the lounge reserved for tournament competitors.
|Presea||Look! Those people seem awfully suspicious.|
|Milla|| No doubt about it. They're clearly up to something. |
It looks like they're keeping watch to make sure no one comes inside. I bet there's more of them.
|Milla||They're on the move!|
|Dezel||They're escorting out a bunch of their cronies from inside the room. They must have been up to something.|
|Presea||Let's go see what they've done.|
|Milla||Bwaaaaahhh!!! I... I slipped?!|
|Presea||Are you okay Milla? It looks like they've scattered marbles all over the floor. We'll have to try to navigate around them.|
|Milla||Damn! That's a dirty trick!|
|Dezel||It looks like it's not the only one. They've pulled all sorts of silly little pranks.|
|Presea||There's more inside, Dezel?|
|Dezel||Yeah. A lot more. Take a look at that bed and chair over there.|
|Presea||This one here?|
|Milla|| Hmmm...? It's hard to see, because it's the same color as the upholstery, but... is this chair covered with wet glue? |
If I'd sat down on this, I don't know that I'd be able to get up again...
|Presea||It looks like someone's strewn whoopee cushions all over this bed.|
|Milla||This is just a bunch of childish pranks! After all the talk about "mysterious accidents" I'd been anticipating something much more nefarious.|
|Dezel||Well, I suppose we'd better get this room cleaned up.|
|Presea||Right. Let's get started.|
|Dezel||I wonder what our pranksters are up to now?|
|Stiff||Sorry—in a hurry here! Clear the way!|
|Milla||H-Hey! Watch where you're going! You nearly ran right into me!|
|Competitor1||Sorry! I was just told that my parents have both fallen gravely ill—I gotta get back home!|
|Milla||Whoa, I'm so sorry! Godspeed, kid!|
|[More onrushing footsteps]|
|Competitor2||Out of the way! Get out of the way! My ailing father has a piece of food stuck in his throat! I gotta save him!|
|Competitor3||My kid sister's been kidnapped by a mysterious criminal organization!|
|Competitor4||Our family's cat is stuck in a tree and crying out for help!|
|Presea||What the heck is going on?|
|Milla||How could so many people be suffering family emergencies at the same time?|
|Dezel||Lower your voices! Look! Over there!|
|Presea||(It's the same guys as before...)|
|Milla|| (So after they sabotaged the lounge, they started spreading false rumors about the competitors' families? That is so juvenile!) |
Hey, jerks! Hold it right there!
|Suspicious||Uh-oh! Everyone get outta here!|
|Milla||Damn it, they scattered!|
|Presea||Don't let them get away!|
|Dezel||Not so fast, pal!|
|Leader||Wh-What?! How did you catch up to us so quickly...?!|
|Dezel||I'm done with you and your little pranks. Man up and take your beating!|
|Dezel||Pathetic. What a bunch of pushovers.|
|Milla||Time to accept you're beaten and confess your crimes!|
|Leader||W-Wait! We didn't do anything wrong! This is all just a big misunderstanding!|
|Leader||Wh-Whoa! Watch where you're spinning that axe, lady! You might hit someone!|
|Presea||Tell us the truth. Were you the ones who set up all those pranks in the lounge?|
|Dezel||And told a bunch of the competitors that their families were in trouble? We know it was you.|
|Leader||Oh... Heh... That... Y-Yeah. That was us.|
|Presea||I knew it. I'll chase after those guys who ran past and tell them everything's okay.|
|Dezel|| Right. |
So what were you hoping to achieve with your little pranks?
|An||I have no idea! Someone told us to do it— we were just following orders!|
|Milla||And you think it's okay to terrorize people like that just because someone told you to?|
|An||I... I'm sorry...|
|Milla||So spit it out already. Who told you to do this?|
|Leader||It... It was...|
|Malik||O angry howl of the dragon gods! Burning Strike!|
|The||That's a K.O.! Malik Caesar and Lippy win the match!|
|Spectators||Yaaaaaaaaaayyyyy! Malik! Malik! Malik! Malik!|
|Lippy|| I can't believe we've made it through the semifinals! A most impressive performance, Master Malik! |
I can't help but wonder if Milla and the others have had as much success in apprehending our saboteur.
|Malik||You know, I haven't seen as many forfeited matches in the recent rounds. Maybe they have had some success?|
|Lippy|| Why, now that you mention it, you're right! The tournament does seem to be running much more smoothly. This is a promising development indeed! |
I have been meticulously scanning the tournament grounds for potential traps and suspicious persons, and have seen few signs of danger here in the ring.
So I think we can conclude that the tournament grounds are relatively safe.
|Malik||Is that right? Good work on that, Lippy.|
|Lippy||Why, as a fan of this tournament, it is absolutely my pleasure!|
|Malik|| That's great, but... there is something that's been kinda bothering me. But it looks like that'll have to wait—our next match is about to begin. |
The final round is a TAG battle. Lippy—let you and me win this together!
|Lippy|| Th-This is it? This is the final round? I just can't believe it... |
When I think about what this means... Dear me! I can't stop trembling!
|Malik||With excitement, you mean? Try to relax. It's just like any of the times you fought alongside (user) and Sara.|
|Lippy||The times I fought alongside (user) and Sara... Ah.|
|[Lippy takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.]|
|Lippy||Thank you, Master Malik. I will fight my hardest! For Sara and the Great Savior!|
|Malik||Give 'em hell, Lippy!|
|The||Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you've all been waiting for. The final battle of the tournament!|
|The|| Who will ascend to the throne of champions? Let's meet these fierce competitors! |
First we have the duo that's fresh off their rampage through the semifinals— Malik Caaaaaaeeeeesar and Lippyyyyy!
Despite losing the other three members of their team to a tragic accident, their incomparable strength has driven them all the way to the final round!
Facing them in the champion's ring we have... Huh?
Oh my! Due to unforeseen circumstances, apparently the other finalists will not be able to participate. Instead, we have a last-minute substitution!
|Malik||A last-minute substitution...?|
|The||I'm pleased to present their final round opponents... Panda and Kuma!|
|Malik||Two bears? What the heck?!|
|Lippy||From their stance and... smell... these do appear to be actual bears. And yet the muscle tone beneath their fur is far beyond what you'd find in the wild.|
|Malik||It's possible that our saboteur is behind this. He could have removed our original opponent so we'd have to fight them...|
|Lippy||That dastard! Master Malik, I will not allow these creatures to beat us!|
|Malik||Yeah, either way, we need to win this. Let's get 'em, Lippy!|
|The|| The battle of the century is about to begin! Keep your eyes peeled, folks— you're not gonna want to miss this! |
|Malik||Wind, thou quickened dagger, no shield can repel thine unforeseen stab! Culling Flare!|
|Malik||I can't believe they're still standing...!|
|The|| I can't imagine a more thrilling finale! The entire audience is on the edge of their seats as the white-hot action unfolds in the ring below! |
What amazingly well-matched competitors! Neither has yielded an inch, and it's easy to see either emerging the victor!
|Lippy|| I see it's finally come to this... I've got one final trick up my sleeve— the last-resort trump card I learned from that correspondence course! |
Hammer Punch to Power Puuuunch!
|Lippy||They've dropped their guard! Master Malik! Unleash your mightiest arte!|
|Malik||A man speaks with his back! Malik Beeeeeeeeeeeaaaammm!|
|The|| And the bear duo is DOWN! That shockwave really rung their bells—they're not getting up! |
It's a knockout! Malik Caesar and Lippy are the tournament champions!
|Spectators|| Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh! |
Malik! Malik! Malik! Malik! Lippy! Lippy! Lippy! Lippy!
|Malik||We finally won? Man, that was a rough one.|
|Lippy||Indeed. They were most powerful foes!|
|Lippy||What's this? They appear to be trying to communicate. Please give me a moment... I'll use my smartphon to translate.|
|Kuma||Garr garr! (What luck that we managed to stumble upon such a thrilling battle after we wandered into this city!)|
|Malik||It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying battle myself. You have my gratitude, friends.|
|Lippy||If you don't mind my asking, how is it that you two ended up participating in this arena battle?|
|Panda||Kwaah! Kwaaaah! (A boy asked me a short while ago if I'd fight for him in exchange for bamboo. I hadn't had any in a while...)|
|Kuma||Garr! (The same boy gave me salmon to fight!)|
|Malik||Hold on a minute there. Can you tell us a little more about this kid?|
|After hearing out Kuma and Panda, Malik and Lippy reunited with Milla's group, compared notes, and immediately left to visit the king.|
|King||Malik! I witnessed your triumph from the stands! Your name has been engraved upon the annals of Iron Fighters history!|
|Malik||You flatter me, Your Majesty.|
|King|| As the man who invited you, I couldn't be more proud! |
What do you say? Shall we toast to your victory?
|Malik||You are most gracious, Your Majesty. I would be honored, but before that, might I have a word with His Highness the Crown Prince?|
|King||But as you saw earlier, the prince can be quite difficult to deal with. I would hate for you to have to endure his discourtesy once more...|
|Malik||Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I would very much like to speak with him.|
|Milla||There he is.|
|Prince||What do you want? If this is a waste of my time, I'll make sure you regret it.|
|Dezel||As gracious as ever.|
|Presea||He seems to be in quite a bad mood.|
|Prince||Huh? You guys? You were supposed to have quit after eating the laxative- tainted lunches!|
|Dezel||*Sigh* Looks like we got ourselves a master criminal here.|
|Prince||Wait, what? What are you talking about?|
|Malik||Please forgive me, Your Majesty, but I'm about to say something a little bit harsh to the crown prince.|
|King||I'm not sure that I like where this is going, but... I trust you, Malik.|
|Malik||Your Highness. You were the ringleader of the group that was trying to force all the tournament competitors to forfeit, were you not?|
|Milla||Don't play dumb with us. We've already captured your little henchmen.|
|Lippy||And Kuma and Panda have identified you from an illustration as the boy who asked them to fight for you.|
|Presea||There's no way out of this now. Tell us the truth.|
|King||Wait just a moment! Can you prove that he's the culprit?|
|Malik||Yes, Your Majesty. Take a look at this. This is what your son's henchmen received in lieu of payment.|
|King|| Why, this is the brooch I gave him for his birthday last year! |
Could this actually be true?!
|Dezel||So why'd you do it, kid?|
|Prince||Because... Because of my father.|
|Milla||Speak up! We can't hear you.|
|Prince||Because of my father! Because he always eats all the pudding, no matter how much I've been looking forward to having it myself!|
|Prince|| And not just once or twice either! He's eaten my pudding so many times! He doesn't even care if I know it! |
So I decided to get him back by ruining something that he's been looking forward to—his tournament!
|Milla||You caused all those problems for so many people because of... pudding? Wow. I did not see that coming.|
|Lippy|| But Your Highness! Don't you understand how many people look forward to your country's Iron Fighters tournament? |
Have you no care for the trouble you've caused all those people?
|Malik|| Now, now, Lippy. Let's not go too hard on the lad. |
If I may, Your Highness, I'd like you to reflect upon what you've done, so you never do anything like this again.
And to you, Your Majesty, I'd like you to accept some of the responsibility for this as well.
If you want more pudding, you should get your own, instead of stealing your son's portion!
| And so, after Malik admonished father and son alike, the king and crown prince of Genkotsu finally acknowledged their bad behavior. |
Both apologized, vowed never to repeat it, and reconciled at last.
With all the uproar around the tournament settled at last, Malik's group boarded their return vessel.
|Sara|| Welcome back, guys! And congratulations! |
I heard all about your victory on the news! The word's really gotten around!
Congratulations, Lippy. We couldn't believe you actually did it!
|Lippy|| Thank you, Lady Sara. And to you too, Great Savior. |
I hope you can forgive my long absence.
It is truly the least I could do, but here—this is one of the beetles that Dezel and I managed to capture. I want you to have it.
|Sara||Uh... heh... Thanks, Lippy.|
|Milla||Speaking of compensation, Malik... Where's the prizes you promised me?|
|Malik||Packed and ready for you, of course. They're right in this bag here.|
|Presea||That bag looks empty.|
|Milla||Don't tell me that after all that, you forgot to collect the prizes?!|
|Malik||No, I got them! A stray dog must have gotten to them while we were aboard the ship...|
|Milla||Malik! What would a stray dog be doing on a ship?! H-Hey! Are you trying to run away from me?!|
|Lippy||Dear me... But I made sure to bring Lady Milla's prizes back myself...|
|Sara|| You did? Then wait here—(user) and I will run 'em over to her. |
Hey! You two! Hold it right there!
|Lippy||And they're gone...|
|Presea||Might I receive my prize now, Lippy?|
|Lippy||Ah, of course. To touch my paw pads to your heart's content... I've not forgotten, I assure you.|
|Presea||Oh good. Then let's get started!|
|—Three hours later—|
|Dezel||Are you still at it, Presea? It's the middle of the night!|
|Lippy||Heeee... Ngggg... Mmmmmmrgh... I vowed that... I'd allow her to... continue until... she was satisfied...|
|Presea||*squeeze* *poke* *squeeze* I'm so happy!|