"Did you hear a guild from District Nine defeat 10 of our guild in just a day?" A young man said, walking in the middle of the street.
"Yes. At first, I didn't believe it but when the news was confirmed by many people who witnessed the match. I knew it was the true" His friend responded.
Just as the two friends were discussing the hot gist in District Eight. They heard others discussing it inside the restaurant.
The news of the shocking defeat of ten major underground robot boxing guilds in District Eight at the hands of a team of robots known as "The Invincible" sent shock waves throughout the entire district.
The origins of this remarkable team made the victory even more sensational, as they emerged from the slums of neighboring District Nine.
"The Invincible" consisted of a group of robots, led by their unconventional and initially dismissed leader, Pablo, who was known for his unattractive and scrappy appearance.
The underdog status of the team only heightened the astonishment surrounding their triumph over the renowned guilds of District Eight.
The defeat of the ten major guilds in underground boxing came as a profound surprise to the boxing community, as the established powerhouses had long held a dominant position in the district.
Though they were not the main boxing guild in District Eight. Nevertheless, those ten were not nameless nobody.
Thus, the victory of "The Invincible" shattered the status quo and signaled a seismic shift in the hierarchy of robot boxing in District Eight.
Meanwhile, the course of all this was already inside the hypersonic train moving to their next target.
As the hypersonic train hurtled towards District Seven at breakneck speed, its sleek, futuristic design seamlessly sliced through the air, leaving a trail of excitement in its wake.
On board, amidst the flurry of passengers, sat Pablo, the unassuming yet enigmatic leader of a renowned robot boxing team, accompanied by his formidable teammates, Bella and Isadora.
Inside the high-tech cabin, Pablo exuded a quiet confidence, his unwavering gaze fixed on the upcoming challenges that awaited them in District Seven.
Despite his unattractive and scrappy appearance, there was an aura of resilience and determination that emanated from him, capturing the attention and respect of those around him.
Seated on either side of Pablo were Bella and Isadora.
Bella, with her flowing locks and piercing eyes, exuded an air of elegance that belied her lethal managerial skills.
Isadora, on the other hand, exuded a quiet intensity, her focus unwavering as she mentally prepared for the battles ahead.
With time, she had learned a lot from being around Pablo. She was introduced to a new world of robot creation.
Now, every bot fight was not just a mere fight of metal clashing together. But so much more that reveals a door to a broader world to her.
As the hypersonic train effortlessly glided through the urban landscape, the trio engaged in a fervent discussion, strategizing and fine-tuning their fighting techniques.
Pablo's analytical mind and tactical acumen complemented Bella's precision in making the best out of district seven and Isadora, forming a formidable combination that had consistently proven successful in their previous encounters.
The atmosphere within the cabin crackled with anticipation, as the passengers and crew recognized the presence of these renowned robot fighters.
Their previous display in District Eight was bound to make them a small celebrity in the neighboring district.
Whispers of their exploits circulated among the onlookers, intertwining with the hum of the train and creating an electric energy that set the stage for their imminent arrival in District Seven.
Beyond the train's windows, the landscape transformed rapidly as they approached their destination.
Towering skyscrapers and bustling city streets gradually gave way to a vibrant district known for its thriving underground fighting scene.
District Seven was a melting point of skill and intensity, where only the fiercest competitors dared to enter.
As the train came to a graceful halt, the doors slid open, revealing a sea of eager spectators and fellow competitors.
Stepping out onto the platform, Pablo, Bella, and Isadora exuded an air of focused determination. They were here to prove their mettle once again, ready to face any challenge that awaited them in the heart of District Seven's formidable arena.
"Are you ready?" Pablo asked without looking back.
"Yes." Bella and Isador answered in unison.
'District Seven, here we come.' He shouted in his mind as he couldn't wait to get into the ring.
And perhaps heaven heard his inner thoughts.
"You must be The Invincible team?" A deep voice came from their left.
Harold Johnson, a middle-aged man with a distinct pot-belly and a deep hoarse voice that resonates with years of life experience.
Harold carries himself with a certain air of nonchalant confidence, not overly concerned with societal expectations of physical appearance.
His salt-and-pepper hair, slightly disheveled yet full of character, adds to his overall charm.
Despite the evident signs of age, there is a mischievous glint in Harold's eyes that hints at a spirit that refuses to be contained by mere numbers.
Harold's attire typically leans towards comfort rather than fashion, with his favorite pair of worn-out jeans and a collection of well-worn plaid shirts that have become his signature style.
The presence of a noticeable pot-belly hints at his appreciation for good food and perhaps a few indulgences over the years, a testament to his love for life's simple pleasures.
"Yes… and who might you be sir?" Pablo asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Harold Johnson," Harold responded with a calm smile.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Harold. But I can't seem to remember…"
"You're right… But your fame precedes you. The Invincible." He interrupted with a chuckle.
Hearing this, Pablo and the ladies squinted their gaze and wondered how Harold knew of their guild's name.
Seeing their expression, a deep grin appeared on Harold's face. "You don't have to guess how I know you. I've got a friend in District Eight who sent me your match video and told me to watch out for you."
'News travel fast.' They thought.
This was their first time in District Seven but their display of strength in District Eight made others look out for them.
"What can we do for you… Mr. Harold?" Pablo asked.
"What can you do for me other than to fight in my underground arena?"
Hearing this, Pablo and the ladies looked at each other and smiled.
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