Prison uniforms?
Sonia and her two teammates were slightly taken aback, then quickly realized something.
Ash walked up to the front bench, watching the news being broadcast on the light screen. The content was about the City Council announcing new policies, all were lengthy and had such low informational entropy that they didn't want citizens to understand—boring phrases. On the foremost bench sat a 2.2-meter-tall green-skinned Beastman and a 1.3-meter short-legged Goblin, their discussion clearly reaching Ash's ears—
"Isn't it time for the fighting league yet? It's finally 'Enemy Dragon's' turn to appear, his matches are the best to watch, every one of them ends with brains and blood splattering across the field, much more exciting than Blood Moon Judgement."
"Hmph, I bet that tonight 'Enemy Dragon' will be thrashed. His opponent is the up-and-coming fighter ogre 'Fernand'! He's ruthless, last time he even crushed a Goblin's head into its chest cavity; it couldn't be saved!"
