At the front of the line, Trenk stood solemnly. He kept his emotions bottled and confronted the lottery bag with a straight face. Snatching a stick without hesitation, Trenk calmly showed it to the announcer before burning the stick and letting the ash fade into the gentle breeze.
"Number 3! It seems we'll get to see our best competitor in only the second fight! How incredible!"
Eating up the news with a side of shock, the crowd roared with anticipation. Cheers were especially loud from the reserved area covered in red and black clothing, the area designated for the Forell Family.
"So soon? I wonder who's so unlucky to face him…" Jezza mumbled under her breath. "What are you hoping for, Oliver? To fight sooner or later?"
Oli replied with a content shrug. "Doesn't matter…"
Catching onto Oli's momentary lack of interest, Jezza chuckled lightly and kept to herself. At the same time, Freele went and drew number 31, putting her down for the final fight.