Gon shurgged as he watched her walk out of the courtyard and went to stand at a corner, the next match was about to start
The open courtyard of the arena lay sprawled beneath a sky heavy with brooding gray clouds, the late afternoon sun struggling to pierce through the overcast veil
A restless wind whipped across the sandy expanse, tugging at the crimson banners strung between weathered stone pillars and stirring up small eddies of dust that twirled like fleeting spirits
The stands encircling the arena were packed to capacity, the spectators' voices rising in a tumultuous roar that ebbed and flowed like a tempest, their excitement a palpable force that vibrated through the air
The final round of the tournament had drawn the entire duchy, their cheers and shouts weaving a chaotic tapestry that seemed to shake the ground beneath the combatants' boots
