Days had passed since the tournament ended. Misha had woken up in a hospital bed with a dull headache and aching muscles. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented.
"Where am I?"
She mumbled to herself, looking around the unfamiliar room. She remembered the last thing being in the middle of a fight, then everything went blank.
Misha tried to remember what had happened at the tournament. She recalled fighting Hiro and putting up a good fight, but then everything went blank. She couldn't really remember but she could easily guess what followed. She has lost!
Misha closed her eyes, feeling a mix of disappointment and exhaustion wash over her. She had put everything into that fight, and it was hard to accept that she had not emerged as the winner.
"But... but congratulations to Hiro. He's really amazing. He deserves to win!"
