In the wide arena, two young ones stood with rational minds and calm hearts, looking at each other, already reading every potential move of the other party.
The old referee held a magic horn that would mark the start of the long cherished battle of the girl and the excited boy prised as a hero was smiling at this very moment.
His stance was flawless, with no openings, no hesitation, no fear, or no doubt of what was going to happen.
He could see things, as well as understand, read, process, think, and remember everything he had experienced.
His face was smiling, and the radiant expression on his face was enough to show just how fired up he was.
On the other hand, the girl had a calm expression.
Her thoughts were clear, her mind locked on her target, the fire burning in her eyes transparent, and the hand on her weapon was ready for the attack at any given moment.
