Rather than verbally explaining the entire tournament's outcome, Noah reached into his bag and carefully withdrew the championship sword in its presentation case. He opened it slowly, revealing the gleaming golden blade that caught the living room's light and appeared to glow with internal fire.
Alan's eyes went wide with shock, his mouth falling open as he processed what he was seeing. "Is that... Noah, is this made of pure gold?"
Noah nodded, unable to suppress his satisfied smile at his father's reaction. "Pure gold. It's the tournament championship prize. I won the whole thing, Dad."
"You won?!" Alan's voice cracked with emotion as the full meaning hit him. "The entire tournament? Against all those experienced martial artists?"
"The entire tournament," Noah confirmed. "Beat everyone in my bracket, then won the finals decisively."
