Debt
"Is something wrong Wisse?"
While the guest on the elevation stared at Jason in shock, the medics were observing the young man in the center of the arena, trying to assess whether he was fine or not.
Even after a few minutes had passed, Jason showed no signs of moving or getting up. The higher-ups were getting impatient and didn't want to wait any longer.
As such, they planned to carry him away to continue preparing for the first combat round of the liberation tournament.
However, at that moment Wisse jumped up from his seat, almost tearing it out of the podium it was built in.
His lengthy red tail that had a few sky blue scales, shone lightly as it swished in excitement.
"Tell them to take a break until this young man finishes his comprehension!!" Though he spoke in a low voice, Old Sadran could gauge from his tone that it was not a request, but more of an order.