Somewhere in the stands, a bald geezer watched the proceedings with intrigue.
'Oh? The lad's team made it to the finals? He's doing quite good for himself, no?'
Based on his thoughts, it seems that the man had just arrived.
Looking towards the main stage, the old man saw Siegfried, struggling to land a blow on his absurdly nimble opponent.
He frowned.
'Why does this lad look so much like him?' mused the old man, taking a deep breath before deciding to stop thinking about the matter in his head.
He came all the way here so it would be a shame for him to not enjoy the competition.
It's been decades after all.
On the stage, Siegfried slashed away. Although he was getting beaten black and blue, one wouldn't think so after seeing the smile on his face.
