The streets of Marco's city in Italy was buzzing with activity after the first round of the main tournament had ended. Lots of holographic screens were popping up at different locations, showing the tournament brackets, the names and pictures of different participants, and the highlights of different matches.
Different people were going about selling and buying information they had been collated on each participant to assist their gambling hobbies. Some others took the opportunity to erect stalls at some locations for reasons best known to them.
"Eyy. Combatant!" an Italian man called out to a blonde and silver-haired youth that was checking out each stall one by one
"Hmm?"
"I know ya" the man said with a smile "You're one-a dose combatants. Ofelio or somethin'"
"Errr" the silver/blonde-haired youth felt a sweat drip down his face "Don't yell. Please"
"Aha! It's Orfeso" the man yelled, making Orpheus to sigh in relief
