Click—Clank.
The glass doors of Eldoria Hospital swung outward as an elderly homeless man stepped out. He adjusted a fraying flat over his thinning gray hair and casually walked along the perimeter wall, doing his best to blend into the scenery and mind his own business.
The courtyard and the surrounding streets were completely bustling with life. Because of the ongoing national tournament, people were constantly streaming to and from the medical facility. As the old man walked, the ambient chatter of the worried crowd washed over him.
"... I just hope the injured students will be alright."
"... Yeah. Especially Nichole Firestar and Ryan Sindelle... I heard from a friend that the internal trauma from yesterday's matches was so severe, the Saintess had to step in."
"... Other reports say the healers are working around the clock. Everyone's praying that Junior and Kiana will be fully restored in time for the tournament matches later this afternoon."
