The serene sounds of crashing waves and chirping birds filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere in stark contrast to the recent events.
The man, now without his eyepatch, lay on the ground, gazing up at the bright sun with a slight chuckle. "Huh, I actually lost?" he mused to himself, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
He looked down at his attire, torn and battered from the battle. His attention then shifted to the gash on his side, only to find that the open wound had been expertly seared shut, staunching any further blood loss.
The realization dawned on him that not only had he failed to trap his adversary, but that adversary had also shown mercy in saving him from bleeding out.
The man, still weak and barely able to move, pondered the enigma of his recent opponent. "I wonder who that orange-haired guy was and just how much more power that skeleton guy had?" he thought, curiosity mixing with his frustration.
