All the members of the Band of de Sun gathered on a hill not far from their camp, the venue for this much-awaited tournament. The flat ground at the top of the hill was perfect for dueling, and the atmosphere of excitement and cheering of the Band members was unstoppable.
They all circled the two men who were fighting vigorously, making the match even more exciting. However, there was one person who was different among them, and that was Eran.
Eran sat with a gloomy face, leaning against a tree trunk near the venue. He was annoyed by the situation and whispered, "Damn, this should be a time to rest. I'm not a Band leaders, why should I be involved in something like this?"
The band leaders had to participate in this small tournament, the purpose of which was to motivate and encourage the members through their participation.
"Hit it!"
"Attack him!"
"Press him! Don't stop!"