Nox, a Coward?

All ten towns, including the Armstrong Duchy, had arrived with their team of ten members, and the air was electric. The crowd's roars were deafening, and some of the kids, not used to such attention, shifted nervously.

Each town stood some meters apart, and just behind them were their supporters, who had traveled all the way from their hometowns. The crowds pointed at the participants and whispered excitedly.

"Damn, five fucking years! I waited for this for five years! The tension—finally, we're here!" a woman from the Armstrong Duchy exclaimed.

"Hahaha, I can't wait for Young Master Felix to destroy them all! I wonder how long they'll last against him."

"True, though this tournament will be a one-sided massacre with our barony on top, it'll still be exciting to watch."