["WE ARE MOVING INTO THE ELEVENTH MATCH OF THIS UNSCHEDULED SHOWDOWN, AND THINGS ARE HEATING UP! On one side, the undefeated black-horse, Kurt Rossana! On the other, the proud instructor belonging to Myria's Skyward Academy, Nakamura Kenji!"]
Nakamura stood relaxed with his hands tucked into the wide, flowing sleeves of his traditional Myrian robes. Beneath his Geta sandals, the stone of the arena was beginning to grind and shift, turning into a swirling golden mist of sand.
"You fight with the crude and ugly violence of a cornered beast, Rossana-kun. Raw physical strength can only carry you so far. But against the majesty of a master-class mage... you are nothing but a child swinging his fist into empty air."
Staring at him blankly, Kurt didn't answer with words.
An eager glint flashed within his eye before he planted his foot on the ground, violently cracking the stone as he channelled his mana to strengthen himself.
BOOM!
