In one of the spectators' seats that seemed desolated because of its vastness, devoid of the other students, two girls of stunning beauty sat while observing the arena. But despite being in the center of attention, the two of them were rather indifferent and kept discussing something.
"That was another defeat for a first-year".
Hina sighs with a disappointed face.
"Mm, it can't be helped thought,".
Xiao Lian, as usual with her listless face, bluntly commented on the match earlier.
The second match happened, between students who were seeking the Martial Path or close-quarter combat. However, with the difference in their experience, the first year was defeated in a mere half a minute; probably during the match, the first-year student also got some pointers from his senior.
"Hina, Xiao Lian, where is Soma?".