It was time. Jacob picked up his weapon and left, not before finishing his rum though, obviously. As he walked towards the docks, he almost felt like something had happened in that town just a few hours before, but he couldn't really put his finger on it. There was just a weird atmosphere surrounding that place. Still, he had no time to investigate, the tournament would've started soon.
The first stage was kinda boring, just a good couple dozens marines going at each other with some basic swordsmanship and stuff. It took quite a bit to filter out all the untalented ones, but when the number of contenders lowered to a little more than ten, now that's when things got interesting. A couple of devil fruit users also revealed their powers, and while they surely only showed a tiny bit of their potential, it was a clear sign that by that point you needed more than just talent or luck or strength to win. Well, you needed all three to a certain extent. Jacob surely had talent, and while he was not born with superhuman strength he trained his ass off all his life to acquire it... to some extent. Lets just say that he wasn't really superhuman when it came to strength, but he was still strong enough to be considered stronger than average. Luck on the other hand has always been by his side, and it certainty did not betray him this time, considering how his seastone sword-sheath made him win an otherwise almost unwinnable fight. He had come this far, all the way to the top 4, and he wouldn't have gone back home empty handed.
When his name was called, Jacob made his way through the lines of defeated marine soldiers who were now acting as spectators. In front of him there was a girl, one of his next 3 opponents. Jacob recognized her as one of the devil fruit users, a skilled fighter from what he had seen.
He stood still, his sheated katana in his left hand, waiting for the rest of his opponents to show up.