From the audience stands, Riya, Seenu, Raj, and Meera watched with bright eyes as Aamir's team clinched victory.
"Yes! They did it!" Riya shouted, her fists clenched with excitement. "Now it's my turn. I'll win the next round too!"
Seenu grinned beside her. "This round is going to be fun."
Sinki, arms crossed and standing beside him, nodded. "You're right. I'm looking forward to it."
Aamir returned to the group, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, but his face was glowing with satisfaction. "Well, those guys weren't bad at all. But Riya, you're up next. Show them what you're made of."
Riya smirked confidently. "You got it."
Meanwhile, in the audience, Kunal sat beside Ji-Won, both watching the arena with intense focus.
"This... feels different," Kunal muttered.
Ji-Won leaned forward, intrigued. "Different how?"
Kunal's eyes didn't leave the field. "I think my friends are going to make it far. I can feel it."
