This was completely different from the strategy she had used against Meowth.
Dark held his breath and focused, spreading his feet apart as he prepared to use his footwork to circle around her side, avoiding a head-on clash in search of a chance to win.
But halfway through his run, his expression suddenly froze, and he came to an abrupt stop.
Diana's left foot stepped on her right foot, and when she lifted her right foot again, she lost her balance and fell flat on the ground with a "splat."
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Dark: "..."
Diana, who had fallen face-first without the slightest hint of fakery, slowly climbed back up and then gave Dark an innocent little expression. "Ehehe!"
Dark instantly lost all will to fight.
He rolled his eyes, sheathed his sword, and raised a hand. "I surrender."
Diana looked utterly bewildered. "Eh?"
Claire, on the platform, shook her head slightly and announced directly, "The winner has been decided."
Dark then walked over to Diana, bent down, and held out his hand to her.
Diana placed her hand in his and obediently stood up.
"Alright, don't do that again next time." Dark brushed the dust from her clothes bit by bit.
"Okay," Diana replied softly, looking somewhat at a loss.
Dark then led her back to their seats.
Only after sitting down did Diana finally look up and say, "I..."
"You didn't do anything wrong." Dark sighed. "This is my problem."
Aurora watched the interaction between the two with wide eyes, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of distance.
It was as if a membrane surrounded Diana and Dark, making it difficult for anyone else to enter.
They clearly seemed to have had an argument, yet somehow it felt as though their relationship had grown even closer.
It was simply very,