The Quarter-Finals (Pt 1)

The boy's tone of confidence didn't seem to stem from underestimating me, or overestimating himself.

No, it appeared that he simply couldn't see any way I could possibly win.

A bead of sweat formed on my face as I struggled to make the same casual smile Kuzon Midas had on his face.

"We'll see, won't we? Till then…" I managed to say, before turning my back and returning to my companions who were most likely waiting for me at the exit closest to our seat area.

'I wonder why I couldn't confidently say that I would win, even though I've come this far…'

With those distracting thoughts playing in my mind, as well as the anticipation for what tomorrow would bring, I decided to ignore the pangs of anxiety coiling in my heart and went on my way.

'Tomorrow… we begin!'

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The next day arrived within the blink of an eye!