The Preliminaries
The instant the battle began, it was over.
Hina-nee closed the gap between herself and the poor man in an instant using Vanishing Clouds, before stopping right in front of him, blade mere millimeters away from his neck.
The man's eyes widened as he slowly put his hands up in the air.
"I-I forfeit."
The audience, who had been dead silent from shock, now cheered in excitement. Hina-nee smiled and moved away, walking off the stage confidently. The man fell onto his knees, supporting himself with his hands as he punched the stage's floor in shame and regret. Slowly, he pulled himself back up and retreated as well, being sent many glances of disdain and mockery on the way.
The mayor, Zhen Yuhan, awkwardly walked onto the stage and cleared his throat.
"A-Ahem… well, that was an… interesting fight," he declared loudly. "As for the next battle, it will be… 15 against 16!"
I glanced down at the small piece of paper in my hands. It read '15'. Hina-nee gently hugged me from behind.