Eiro continued walking toward the stage where he was scheduled to fight in a bit, and sat down on a bench nearby where he could properly see the stage. It seemed like things were ahead of schedule a bit, which was something Eiro was quite happy about. These preliminaries would just be completely boring, there was no way they wouldn't be.
At least, that's what Eiro thought at first. But when he watched the fight that was currently happening on the stage, he couldn't help but be quite surprised. There was a young man standing on the stage, with a sword at his hip. He was maybe a couple years older than Eiro's kids, but judging from his build, he spent most of his time fighting. His exposed arms were covered in battle scars, after all.
