65 Perfectly botched attack

I walked into the arena with a soul on my shoulder. Something that was likely simple for others, was an unprecedented feeling for me. 

I wasn't stressed by what was going to happen. Despite being an introvert, I never really had stage fright. Be it back at the performance in the kindergarten or now, it didn't really matter. As long as I was sure I could do what I came to do, there was no need to stress myself out with it. 

No, I wasn't stressed. I was awed. 

Walking through a long tunnel leading to the open part of the arena, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. 

From the tunnel that was carved directly in the stone, through the sculptures that filled every inch of its walls, everything gave off a sense of antiquity. 

For me, exploring this arena felt like a trip to one of the few sites of ancient architecture left on earth... but instead of touring the ruins, I was adventuring through the building in actual use.