Ragna walked straight to Arin, ignoring everyone else around her.
Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a tight embrace, holding on as if she would never let go.
Arin smirked and teased, "You should have told me you were afraid to fight me in the final. I would've withdrawn my name!"
Ragna pulled back slightly, giving him a confused look, "What?! Where is this coming from?"
Arin feigned pain, dramatically clutching his ribs, "If you crush me like this, I'll have to lose my next match!"
Ragna laughed, tightening her grip even more, "Bah! If ya don't drag yer sorry hide to the final, I'll mash ya into the dirt meself!"
They burst into laughter, shaking off the weight of the tournament, even if just for a moment.
With their spirits lifted, they decided to watch the next matches together—Arin's battle would be the last fight of their tier, and they wanted to see who else was advancing.
