Everyone Loves Sisnatas

"Everyone loved Sisnatas. Women screamed for him, men cheered for him. The guy was a true legend. I still remembered his final performance—the Victor Arena was packed to the brim, tickets were impossible to get, and his name echoed above all of Rome. Then he appeared before the crowd, golden hair streaming behind him like an incarnation of Mars. He faced six opponents alone, and with every stroke of his sword, another enemy fell. The remaining opponents could only tremble beneath his might..." As Macrus reached the exciting part, he could not help waving his arms around.

The school's manager had no choice but to remind the middle-aged Roman, who was immersed in those fond memories, "But, my master, even the greatest hero will grow old someday. Sisnatas was no exception. I do not deny that he was an exceptionally outstanding gladiator in his youth. He could even have been called Rome's finest gladiator. But after becoming famous, wine and women began to hollow out his body. And in order to sell tickets, we arranged too many fights for him, more than his body could recover from. His strength declined sharply as he aged. There were no problems with his first two championships, but for the third, we did make some adjustments to the matchups. And for that final performance, we all knew those six opponents were famous in name only..."

"Enough." Macrus said irritably. "Damn it, of course I know what the truth is. I do not need you to remind me. Remember your place, Gabi!"

"My apologies, my master." The school manager immediately dropped to his knees.

"I do not care what Sisnatas's true strength was. As long as he made me money. Ever since Sisnatas retired, my business has not been as good as before. Ours is