"Again!"
Ackster didn't let himself remain knocked out for too long, and he shouted to fight again as soon as he woke up.
"Haah~ Is that all you know how to say?"
Surprisingly enough, Ackster wasn't in the arena anymore. He had been unconscious long enough for the staff to bring him to a resting area and give him a checkup. And he wasn't the only one there in the spartan hospital room.
Ackster looked at Dala, who sat on the bed next to him with a bowl of fruit in hand. She held out one plum-like fruit to Ackster.
"Ahem."
Ackster cleared his throat and accepted the plum.
"No. I just wanted to fight again."
"Heh. Aren't you going to give up yet?"
"Nope."
Ackster swallowed the entire fruit in one gulp, which earned him a weird look from Dala, but she shrugged it off.
