The fourth day of the Sword Festival finally arrived, but I didn't bother wasting my time watching the opening. Instead, I went straight to the matches, focusing only on Johanne's battles. Two out of three of his fights were already done, which meant he had only one left. If he won, he'd move on to the Quarterfinals. Whether we'd end up facing each other there or advancing separately to the Semis still remained uncertain.
The anticipation in the air was thick, the energy of the crowd crackling like static against my skin.
As I was watching, lost in thought about the potential matchups, I suddenly felt a sharp poke against my back. A jolt ran through me, and I turned around, only to be greeted by an almost blinding glint of light. My vision burned white for a second, and I instinctively raised a hand to shield my eyes.
