Jim Halberg strutted into the arena proudly.
He waved to his friends in the stands, a wide smile on his face.
But he quickly realized no one's attention was on him.
Murmurs spread across the stands.
''He uses an umbrella?''
''I didn't even know they had those here.''
''What a dumbass…''
''You can't even injure someone with that.''
Only then did Jim look across from him.
Theo walked onto the field calmly, a closed umbrella leaned on his shoulder.
A frown immediately appeared on his face.
''Are you trying to humiliate me?'' Jim shouted, turning red. ''Go back and choose a proper weapon!''
Theo tilted his head slightly.
''I'm fine,'' he responded, smiling. ''Instead, you should worry about yourself.''
Jim's eyes almost popped out of his head.
His face turned beet red as he pulled out a rapier.
''Do you have a death wish?'' he shouted, pointing the tip at Theo.
Theo shook his head calmly.
''Not really.''
Hearing that, Jim almost couldn't contain his anger anymore.
