With the winds of the night sweeping through the temple's grounds, bringing some of the sand with it, the sound of drumming echoed into the starry sky.
Those watching from the town below the hill gazed towards the temple, and whenever they heard the sound of the gong, they knew that another match was happening.
"I wonder who is fighting whom."
"I wish we could spectate, but it is understandable that the temple's grounds are for chosen ones and not for outsiders."
"We'll find the winner tomorrow morning…"
Within the grounds of the temple, at the battle sand, Kourosh charged at his opponent with his left arm acting as a shield.
Jun kicked up the sand, clouding Kourosh's vision, and while he wasn't seeing properly, he jabbed the front of his feet into Kourosh's ribs as hard as he could.
"Urgh!"
Kourosh held his bruised ribs, gritting his teeth in pain, and swung his arm towards Jun, but he ducked under the punch and countered with a swift kick to Kourosh's stomach.
