"Victory?"
The stands fell into a vast silence, then erupted in thunderous boos. No one was excited; if anything, they felt a little upset. They had paid to enjoy an audiovisual spectacle—was this supposed to be a joke?
She charged from the starting line, struck once with her palm, and the building collapsed.
Was this an arena match or a racing event?
They had paid to watch at least twenty minutes of fighting, yet it had taken only half a second?
"Our Azure Comet has returned like lightning. The audience seems a little unhappy, but that's all right. Lady Durandal will soon proceed to her next match. When that time comes, put your entire fortune on her—there may not be another chance after this."
"I already bet on her anyway. I went all in on her winning the championship. The odds were one to seventy when I bought in. I suggest you hurry, since the odds will drop."
W's animated, flippant voice rang through the entire arena over the speakers.
"All right, let us turn our attention back to the field..."
"Wow, Origami Knight, can you even do this? Hurry up, Origami Knight... Did I accidentally say your title aloud? Though calling you by your knightly title in a situation like this is more insulting, isn't it? Hahaha."
"You should not insult others."
Hoshino walked step by step toward Origami Knight. A large section of his breastplate had caved in, and even the slightest movement made him feel the ground beneath him trembling. Yet, surprisingly, he had suffered no serious external injuries.
She had held back.
From beginning to end, she had never touched his body. All the damage Origami Knight had suffered came from wind pressure.
"Go home. This place is not for you."
Hoshino tucked her hanging long