'Feast... Tournament...?' Gael internally muttered with a surprised look. This was not at all what he had expected walking into this tavern. If he had to fight, it would be very dangerous, not for him, but for the others.
One blow in which Gael couldn't contain his power would be a real disaster, and he didn't want that to happen in this town.
Grot saw Gael's puzzled face and tried to explain, "Hey, obviously you misunderstood me. This is your first time in our Town, isn't it?"
Gael nodded silently.
"Agh... In that case, it's understandable. Listen to me carefully." Grot sighed, then he raised his head and proudly said, "Every time someone passes the test and enters the tavern, we have a special tournament. You won't have to fight, no one will, but if you want to participate you'll have to eat, a lot of eating."
