Task Name: No Gi Jiu Jitsu Tournament (Flashback)
Tier: 1
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Minion Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: ''... and for five years in a row now, the winner of the tournament is..'' is expected to be heard in Minion Island's annual No Gi Jiu Jitsu tournament. Artem's up to the challenge however, to make sure that line won't be said this year. Artem enters a tournament that consists of six matches, with the fourth being the finals.
Enemy Details: 5 T0 Martial Artist
1 T1 Martial Artist
Boss: No

and so the announcer spoke. Artem had signed up for a No Gi Jiu Jitsu tournament. He was planning on taking the title, showcasing his martial arts capabilities. A No Gi Jiu Jitsu tournament had six matches. To split 128 to 64, 64 to 32, 32 to 16, 16 to 8, 8 to 4 and 4 to 2. Yeah, there were this many participants. Then again, the first rounds were filled with complete newbies to the arts.

Artem wore black shorts with a tight black shirt that encompassed his muscular build. His appearance alone was intimidating, but mainly because of his red eyes. He cared for his coat, and didn't feel good about putting it in a locker. His coat and his eyes were his trademark. If he were to lose his coat.. fuck, he thought.

This put some stress on him. He had to finish this tournament quick before someone would steal his coat! He would be very agressive in his matches, especially in the first rounds where it was like 70% chance of facing someone a couple of levels below his own.


His and many other matches were announced. The 64 matches with 128 participants were split into four groups because there weren't enough spots to hold them all together, nor were there enough spectators to raise money and then again you had the referees.

His opponent was a slim guy. He was handsome, sure. He wore a long black leggings type of stuff with yellow shorts, and like Artem he sported a black tight tee that had a few rollups because of the slim build of Hijikeo. His shirt had the name of his dojo, academy or whatever he came from in the centre of his chest in white letters. On top of that it also was decorated by a few inspirational kanji's and the logo of his homefront.

As the referee moved his stretched out wide arms towards eachother stopping the motion right before his hands touched one another, the match had begun.

Hijikeo took a low stance and slowly approached Artem who calmly walked with his hands hanging alongside his legs. If his shorts had pockets, he would've rested his hands within them. This level of confidence was not just arrogance. Artem was thé Martial Artist if you would know about him. He had black belts in so many martial arts that you couldn't count them with two hands (10 fingers, one finger for every martial arts). And not just the ones that involved grappling, which was the thing this tournament was all about. The ones that involved weaponry and striking were part of his arsenal too.

Hijikeo got a little angry as Artem approached him normally as if he was walking the dog. This caused him to try and shoot in for a single leg takedown. However, Artem used his hands to push him towards the ground and in a flash he was on top of Hijikeo's back with a rear naked chokehold. It took a few seconds but Hijikeo tapped out. The crowd went wild for Artem's display of complete dominance.

He couldn't care less.

This time, his opponent was many times different than his previous one. Dorrby was a big man. He was fat, and was even eating a snack or two before he would step on the mats. Dorrby's skill probably lied somewhere between strength and control. However, Artem would probably just overpower him for he was no ordinary guy.

The match started, and Artem did the same thing in his previous match. Standing upright, calmly with his arms alongside his legs. Dorrby had seen Artem's match, Artem thought for Dorrby quickly rushed towards him. He tried to push Artem and power through him to put his back on the mat. However, as Dorrby reached in with both arms going for Artem's shoulders, Artem would push his arms through connection between his hands and Dorrby's elbows upwards while ducking. He would shoot his right leg sideways to Dorrby.

He went deep enough towards the ground to rest his left leg on the mat with his knee. From the position with his right leg alongside Dorrby's left, he would snake his arms around Dorrby's leg around his left leg's knee. He would follow up by lifting it up and moving his whole body towards the place he had put his right leg before.

This would cause Dorrby to lose some balance, and instead of defending the takedown he tried to use his palms to push Artem off of him. However, in the wild motion of flaying his arms around his own axis (Dorrby's), he slapped Artem. Artem immediately let go of the leg and turned his back to Dorrby but in the same motion he raised his right leg and kicked Dorrby in the face with his right foot by turning another 180 degrees to end up facing Dorrby from the front again. The referee (T1 Martial Artist) immediately stepped in and tried to suplex Artem for violation of the rules.

However, as the referee encircled Artem's stomach section, Artem dropped to his knees and slid his feet behind the referee's feet. He then pushed, and pushed damn hard to make the referee lose his footing that ended up with the referee falling on his back. The two matches next to Artem's were paused and the four fighters would try and contain Artem.


Artem said, looking at Dorrby who was definetely stunned from the kick laying on the ground and then looking at the other fighters who approached him with care, including the referee.

He heard the remaining four mumbling. The crowd was quiet and in shock. It looked as if they were planning something. There was a period of silence before one of the four stepped forward.


He waited a few seconds before responding. He held back on curse language. The four fighters approached him quickly and the one who stepped forward would try a flying knee aimed for Artem's head. The usage of the knee was a common thing in Muay Thai. A really short and really small smile was found on Artem's face. He got excited, for grappling was not his thing against fools of this level.

Dodging the flying knee attempt with a sidestep to the left, Artem maintained a custom version of the horse stance. Instead of crouching quite wide, he just simply crouched a little bit. Also, whereas the horse stance involved two open palms forward he had his right hand clenched in a fist with the palm facing his chest. With the other hand, he used his palm to push the knee of his opponent to throw him off his equilibrium.

The fighter's momentum completely went downhill as the simple push was enough to cause him to face the ground with his right shoulder first. Artem was going to face three different fighters from three different directions, so he used his Kenbonshoku Haki's Sixth Sense to approach his situation more detailed and in-depth.

Before Artem could deliver an axekick to the fighter on the ground, a second one would approach him with a Superman Punch from behind. With his Haki, Artem slipped his head to the right side this time to narrowly avoid the punch. With his left arm's elbow, he delivered a gruesome gutwrenching elbow strike to the liver. Because of the jumping kind of motion that was involved in the superman punch, the fighter fell to the ground.. hard. Coughing combined with a little bit of puking was enough to display the fighters' defeat at the hands of Artem.

Before the other two fighters would try and attempt a move on Artem, the image of the last one to try so would probably flash infront of their eyes a few more times. They knew better now. They'd just let Artem leave the scene. And so he did. It appeared that the one who received an elbow strike was the four-time champion in a row of this tournament.

Artem raised his chin witnessing the saddening image of four fighters on the mats.. defeated. He then moved towards the locker room between the stands of the crowd who eyed him. There was this sensation Artem received from fighting and completely dominating his opponents. His confidence just went a step higher. He believed that the crowd too feared this man.

After getting dressed, there was one fighter that wanted to punish Artem for what he did today. He leaned against the side of the doorway, waiting for Artem. Artem smiled, as the fighter pushed himself using his shoulder to stand upright. The fighter calmly walked towards Artem the way Artem moved during his jiu jitsu matches, trying to mock him with a funny facial expression.

Artem raised his fist towards his opponent and when they got in striking range they both entered the orthodox boxing stance. The fighter would say something but because of Artem being annoyed by the mockery of him, he had this tunnel vision that made the fighters' words sound like.. something. There was no comparing what Artem heard to a sound that could be titled this or that.

The fighter would go for a right hook but Artem blocked it by stretching his left arm forward and a little bit to the side, placing his own elbow on the inside of his opponent's elbow, completely freezing the strike and the fighters' arm. Because Artem stepped in during the block, he would counter with his own right hook directly on the chin of his opponent.

The step he made added more power to his punch and because of the slim build of his opponent, he probably couldn't take a punch like that with a grappler's glass chin.

The fighter fell to his right side, hitting his head on the wall before laying down unconscious and stretched on the ground. Artem would then leave the scene without a crowd looking at him to never return again.

F**k this island were the last thoughts before departing Minion Island.

50k beli
70k bounty
6k exp

Interesting story, I liked the martial arts focus on it.