Hearing the thunderous cheer, Sunny almost flinched.
The last duel of the tournament was different from all the rest. The courtyard had changed slightly, somehow becoming even more magnificent. The grandstands were extended, with dozens of thousands of spectators crowding the stone seats. Their cheers blended into a deafening, excited roar that rose and fell rhythmically, like the sound of a turbulent sea.
Rose petals were raining from above, covering the arena in a beautiful carpet.
…No matter how cynical Sunny wanted to be about the whole thing, it was hard not to feel his blood boil at this scene.
He turned his head slightly, taking in the sight of the chanting crowd. Then, his sight lingered for a few moments on a tall tribune that loomed above the arena, decorated with the vibrant vermilion banners of the Great Clan Valor. Since this was the final duel, very special people were going to spectate it in person.
