Registration for the South Los Swordsmanship Tournament took place at Earta Square.
Earta Square, which had previously suffered a "gas explosion," had been fully restored with the Count of South Los "paying out of his own pocket." However, the explosion had prompted him to reconsider the safety of gaslights, and the gaslight conversion project originally scheduled to begin the following April had been postponed once again.
Even the vigorous lobbying and persuasion of several gaslight companies from the Inner Bay had done nothing.
Rumor had it that these gaslight companies had begun taking a roundabout approach, seeking help from others-their original 100% ownership stakes had begun steadily shrinking.
With several gaslight companies competing against one another, in particular, shares were being ceded at a visibly rapid rate, all snapped up by South Los locals.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Byrne.
Nor did Byrne know anything about it.
As an instructor at the Jorjok Swordsmanship Club, he was far more concerned with this Swordsmanship Tournament!
He turned twenty that year, but his twentieth birthday had not yet arrived.
So he was still eligible to enter the Swordsmanship Tournament.
Besides him, two students at the club also qualified-in addition to meeting the age requirement, they had to last at least ten exchanges against him.
Otherwise, they would only be wasting the registration fee.
But after Byrne finished registering himself and his two students, he realized...
He would probably be wasting his registration fee too.
The competitors in this Swordsmanship Tournament were too strong.
Even setting aside the towering competitor who had just brushed past him toward the eastern corner of the square, built like a small giant, the man standing at the western corner was terrifying too. A brief glance at him had been enough to make