The tournament progressed swiftly throughout the day, the audience's energy growing with each match. The first round of fights was intentionally designed to be one-sided to weed out the weaker heroes early. Interestingly enough, I had originally been intended to face off against Korra, which allowed her to progress to the second round without competing. As the second round began, the atmosphere in the arena grew tense with anticipation, and the crowd's excitement was palpable. Spectators eagerly observed each bout, analyzing techniques and predicting outcomes.
At long last, Korra stood and stretched, reaching her arms high over her head. I couldn't help but glance enviously at her well-developed chest, straining against her robes due to the pose. Catching myself staring, I tore my gaze away and blushed softly, wishing her luck in her match. The Storm Hero, Grace, rose to join her, and the two descended to the arena floor.
