"We will now begin the next round. The Martial Artists who qualified, please step up to the stage." Klaus declared.
Of course, everyone knew who the moderator was referring to.
The two Martial Artists who followed the way of the blade, and who had clashed earlier on in the Quarter-Finals, would once again meet on the same stage.
I watched Edward rise from his seat, donning an irremovable smile on his face.
I nodded at him and watched him descend the stairs.
Eben Lustriel, his opponent, had been seated on one of the chairs that was placed at a lower platform, and as such, had already arrived at the stage before Edward.
I saw the hateful glare in his eyes as he watched my comrade approach steadily. It appeared Klaus, the moderator noticed the enmity, judging by his facial expression alone—the adult man felt uncomfortable.
Still, it wasn't in his place to say anything.
