บท 231: Old Faces

In the grand central Arena of the esteemed Academy, a hushed anticipation settled over King Adam and his loyal subjects. Their eyes were fixed unwaveringly upon the stage, where two budding talents stood poised, ready to unveil their skills for an opprtonity to adcance to the second round

The day's opening bout featured a young warrior by the name of Nail, wielding a striking blue sword that perfectly matched the hue of his hair. Adding a touch of intrigue to his appearance, a scar beneath his eye lent him an unexpectedly weathered visage, far beyond his tender age.

Nail, a native of the illustrious city of Keegan, found himself amidst the grandeur of the Academy's central Arena. Keegan, once a territory under the rule of the Rawan Kingdom, had flourished under the vigilant stewardship of the revered Steelguard Family. This valiant lineage had gallantly safeguarded the city against the malevolent forces of the demon lord, emerging victorious but not unscathed.