Blater (commentator):
"Silence in the arena! We are now facing a very special matchup. Pelas, the mastermind of Siwar School, versus the wise Romilius. The current score puts the school in a humiliating position—can Pelas stop this bleeding?"
Pelas (bowing respectfully to Romilius):
"Master Romilius, I saw how my comrades fell because of their recklessness. I do not underestimate you, and I know the gray in your hair did not come without reason. Are you ready?"
Romilius (returning the bow calmly):
"I commend your manners, my son. For me, combat is the last means of understanding, but since we are here, I will teach you that stillness is stronger than noise. Go ahead—the first strike is yours."
Blater (commentator):
"What presence! Calm versus calm! Pelas takes the 'Crane Stance,' while Romilius stands firm like an ancient tree. Begin!"
Pelas launched a calculated attack—fast, precise strikes aimed at pressure points. Romilius moved within extremely small margins, deflecting Pelas's hands with nothing more than the edge of his sleeve.
Pelas:
"You're fast… but you don't attack. Are you waiting for me to tire?"
Romilius:
"I am not waiting for your fatigue. I am waiting for the moment when your anger outruns your mind. Look—your breathing has already quickened because you cannot find a target."
Blater (commentator):
"Incredible! Romilius isn't touching his opponent—he's dueling him with the air itself! Pelas is growing tense—look at the sweat on his brow!"
Pelas (with determination):
"Your philosophy won't work on me! Thunder Pulse Strike!"
Pelas leapt forward and thrust his palm toward Romilius's chest, but the master caught his wrist with a strange gentleness and turned, using Pelas's own momentum to send him flying past and landing smoothly behind him.
Romilius:
"Strength released without purpose always returns to its owner. Do you wish to continue?"
Pelas (rising in astonishment):
"How did you do that? I felt no resistance from you at all!"
Nerar (from outside):
"This is the master I told you about—he fights with the spirit of the place, not with his body."
Blater (commentator):
"Ladies and gentlemen! We are not witnessing a fight—we are witnessing a private lesson! Pelas tries again, but Romilius seems to read his thoughts before he even acts!"
Pelas:
"I acknowledge your mastery, teacher, but I will not surrender. This is my final technique!"
Pelas attempted to circle behind Romilius, but the master placed his foot in exactly the right spot before Pelas arrived, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees. Romilius placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and said:
"Enough, my son. You have proven you possess a brave heart, but your mind needs the calm of Acadia."
Blater (commentator):
"It's over! Pelas bows to the master! The score is now four to zero! Siwar School has officially fallen! Total victory for the outsiders!"
The crowd (cheering wildly):
"Acadia! Acadia! The wise master!"
Leoner (shouting in rage):
"This is impossible! Banon, Rogos—I don't care about the overall loss! You must restore our honor in the remaining two rounds!"
Pikos (jumping into the arena, his belly jiggling):
"Alright, my turn! Banon, are you my opponent? I hope this ends quickly—my stomach has started playing the tunes of hunger, and those 100 crystals are calling to us!"
Banon (a very lean and extremely fast fighter):
"I'll spin around you until you get dizzy, fatty. I'll make you cry over every meal you ever ate!"
Pikos:
"Cry over food? You have no idea who you're talking to. Food is my life—and insulting it is your path to the grave!"
Blater (commentator):
"The fifth matchup! Pikos 'the Laughing Giant' versus Banon 'the Lightning'. Banon has speed, and Pikos has… well, he has size! Let's see!"
Darius:
"Pikos! Remember—if you win, we'll buy you an entire sheep!"
Pikos (with sudden seriousness):
"A sheep? Banon, you have just sentenced yourself to the end!"
Blater:
"Begin!"