"Damn."
It was only a hundred thousand Credits, but given Luka's current ranking, it was a decent start.
A moment later, Yan Huan teleported to the arena.
As Luka's coach, he figured it was safer to be there in person.
"We meet again, my friend. You are as captivating as ever."
Silvermane first greeted Yan Huan, who had appeared beside Luka.
"Much as I'd like to talk with you, my friend, please forgive me for neglecting you."
"Today's star isn't you. It's Luka."
Yan Huan nodded.
Luka hurried to speak up too.
"Ah... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Silvermane. I've heard so much about you!"
"I hear you're incredibly strong..."
"My reputation is more than I deserve." Silvermane smiled faintly.
"To learn about my opponent, I watched a recording of your match."
"Your fight against Boothill was outstanding."
"Huh?" Luka felt a rush of embarrassment.
"That must've been painful to watch, Mr. Silvermane. But don't underestimate me because of it..."
"No. Not at all."
Silvermane gently shook his head.
"When you took that step forward and threw a punch at such a terrifying opponent without fear..."
"That moment was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. I thought about it for a long time afterward."
"Uh, you're making me blush." Luka lowered his head and laughed at himself.
"I lost so badly. There was nothing 'beautiful' about it."
"No."
Silvermane placed a hand over his chest and spoke earnestly.
"I must correct you on that, Luka."
"Idrila's teachings say nothing about victors being more beautiful than those who lose."
"Boothill only meant to scare you, but you didn't know that at the time."
"You thought you might die. Yet for your dignity, your honor, and your home..."
"You still threw that punch at him."
"To me, that