Gon could see it in their eyes—the way they lit up with excitement, the way their gazes fixed with unwavering focus, as if missing a moment of this would mean losing a piece of history.
For some, this was entertainment, a thrilling escape from the monotony of daily life.
For others, it was deeply personal—a chance to cheer for friends, family, or heroes who had risen to the challenge.
The old men by the corner, their faces carved with age, stood with the quiet reverence of those who had seen countless tournaments before.
The younger faces, bright with eagerness, spoke of hope and admiration, their voices rising as they speculated about who would emerge victorious.
Even the children, too small to understand the finer details, seemed entranced, their laughter mingling with the din of the crowd as they climbed for a better view.
