"Good afternoon to everyone here in the arena and watching from home. I'm Big Mouth Mobu. What you're watching is the points tournament for the Kazimierz Major, held once every three years at Flame Blade Arena. Today's contestant is Mr. Cloud from Lemmingsburg, and his opponent is Knight Grimm of the Boiling Blood Knight Order."
Inside Flame Blade Arena in Kavalerielki Grand Knight Territory, Kazimierz, the atmosphere immediately heated up as Big Mouth Mobu's voice rang through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you may now place bets on your favorite knight. Mr. Cloud is an independent knight from Lemmingsburg. Though this is his first time competing, judging from his previous matches, he undoubtedly possesses tremendous strength. His current odds are, uh..."
Just as Big Mouth Mobu was about to stir up the crowd and draw in more bets, the noise around him abruptly stopped. Then he realized the match was already over. From the announcement of its start to its conclusion, only one second had passed.
Knight Grimm, clad in knight armor, had been pierced through the right shoulder by an arrow and nailed to the ground at the edge of the arena.
"What a shocking shot! No one even saw how that arrow was fired! Let's cheer for Mr. Cloud! He has claimed another victory! He only needs six more points to qualify for this year's Grand Championship! How far will he go? Please continue following Knight Cloud!"
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Big Mouth Mobu quickly changed the subject. As a commentator for knight competitions, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Although he had made plenty of preparations beforehand to avoid any awkward lulls, reality had given him no chance to use them. No matter how much he had to say now,