The number of contestants was suddenly once again strange to make a proper tournament. With Six remaining.
Yet, as I was thinking of ways how this tourney would progress, the three remaining competitors climbed up the stage.
And then, I noticed that one of them, a man with six swords, three on each of his sides, looked at the Zither user and snorted, then walked up the stage.
It was as if there was a beef between the two that they didn't wish to discuss or share with the audience.
