"I will now announce the fight cards!"

"Hey look, it's that girl from earlier," King pointed out. I now noticed 'Matrona' in her purple cloak and top hat. I swear I could just barely see brown locks.

"I've never heard of her, but it's a big world out there," Meliodas answered.

"I don't know..." I've never seen this girl, but I swear I know her.

"You know her (Y/N)?" King asked me. I rubbed my head as I searched through my mind for something, but it seemed just out of reach.

"She's familiar, but I can't place it." I dismissed.

"I know him." King repeated. Realization hit his face, "Now I remember! He's a holy knight! I saw him with Gilthunder lots of times!"

"But what's he doing at a festival like this? It would really suck if we get recognized," Meliodas stated.

"Well, he's my problem now. Too bad, he was a cute little kid. Don't worry about being recognized either... Unless you used you're real names," I looked over at the three, stretching my arms above my head, "Nobody really knows what we look like anymore."

"Hold on!" King looked at Ban, "You signed us up for this right? You didn't enter us under our actual names by any chance, did you?" Ban started patting King's head.

"Don't get your panties in a wad. I totally got your back on this."

King chuckled.

"Old fart? Who'd use an awful name like that?"

"Three guesses," Ban whispered in King's ear. It was all I could do to stop a laugh. I wouldn't expect anything less from the Sin of Greed.

"What?! This had better be some kind of joke!" King berated the taller man.

"Hey, you made it to the finals too?" Meliodas walked over to the 'King' in question.

"Thanks to liquid courage," He answered. He took a swig from the brown bottle.

"What's going on here? I don't think I've heard the guy call out my name yet," Ban wondered as a human version of King pushed on his arm to get to him, clearly annoyed with the taller man's choice in names.

"Or mine." Meliodas added. I chuckled as realization hit them both.

"We're in the first round. That was fast," Ban rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um, what's with those names you picked?" Meliodas questioned.

"They're so obvious!" King complained.

"I can't think of anything good when I'm put on the spot guys," Ban said. I looked up at him.

"Shouldn't your battle instinct have kicked in or something? I mean, you're always put on the spot in fights."

"It's not the same thing," Ban denied like a child.

"Sure, Ba-an," I replied to him, poking his chest for each syllable of his fight name. What a dummy.

"Why you-"

"Hey, you," Howzer marched over, pointing at Ban, stopping him from getting me back, "That's a big scar on your cheek. Just like that guy on the wanted posters. And this rugrat with you." He goes into some deep thought and tensions fly high. "Nah! You two have totally different names! Sorry, my mistake. What's the matter with me? They wouldn't be at a festival like this one." He marched off, rubbing the back of his head. I shook my head. He really hasn't changed. So close, yet so far.

"It looks like we fooled him," Ban shrugged.

"'Cause he's dumb."

"Captain, he's just not great at putting things together," I pouted. King sighed in relief. 

"The finals of the Vaizel Fighting Festival are about to begin everyone! The rules are simple! Matches are won by delivering a K.O. or fall out of the ring and you lose then and there! Let's get to the first match! It's Griamore versus Matrona!"

Both of them stepped up, Griamore towering over the girl's slim figure.

"What are her measurements?" One voice yelled out. Normally I'd ignore such a remark, but I was caught off guard as the Captain began spitting out measurements.

"They're 36, 23, 35." I shouldn't be surprised, but still.

"How'd you come up with that?!" King questioned. Our Captain smirked.

"Captain, if you ever even try that on me, I will pound you into tomorrow," I warned, making Ban chuckle. The ref addressed Matrona, requiring her to take off her cloak in case she had any weapons. She plucked off the cloak to reveal a pink shirt with ruffles, a skirt with a nick, and mismatched black and white shoes with the leg on the side, which had the white shoe, had a piece of black tights that only stretched to mid-thigh. The boys gasped next to me.

"Captain, that outfit! Isn't it-?" King questioned.

"Yeah. No doubt about it. That's my tavern's uniform!"

"Who would be wearing that for you?" I questioned, "And when did you get a tavern?!"

"Is Princess Elizabeth really that strong?" King continued.

"You guys have a princess working for you? What the hell has happened since I left?" I muttered. Clearly I've missed quite a bit.

"If that's Elizabeth then there's something weird going on here," Captain answered.

"Something weird?" King repeated, "What do you mean by that?"

"Her top looks a little smaller then usual and her butt looks a little bigger." King blushed and I fell over in disbelief. That's his reasoning? I got up as the curtain man continued.

"Okay! My eagle eyes will be glued to this first match folks! Here we go! Let the fighting begin!"