The sound of wooden weapons clashing against each other echoed within the Hidden Valley.
With it came the lively cheers of countless children, bringing amusement to the adults.
"""Logan!"""
"""Logan!"""
"""Logan!"""
Leone shot a glare at the children, the frontline spectators to his sparring match with the Orc Chieftain of the Ravage Tribe. The little gremlins were actually cheering for his opponent instead of their own chieftain!
"You little devils!" Leone shouted. "You should be cheering for me!"
"Eh?" Runa blinked. "Why must we cheer for you, Leone? Everyone here knows that you'll lose."
"That's right! Why would we cheer for the loser?"
"Logan! Beat him up!"
"Spank his bum, Logan!"
"""Beat him up!"""
At that moment, Leone raised his wooden staff and waved it threateningly at the children.
"You little traitors!" Leone roared. "Don't let me get my hands on any of you! I'll spank you all until your butts turn red!"
"Boooo!"
"The loser is talking!"
