The Battle Festival.(9)

The B-rank bender stood up from the ground. He was disappointed, he was losing too much, from the very beginning, it was his opponent that started with the defeat. He had gained only one point.

He glanced at the crowd, then glanced at the F-rank bender, he knew there was a very huge possibility of him losing...but he has to keep trying. He stood there glancing at the F-rank bender, he didn't want to attack first, he wanted him to attack first.

The F-rank bender had already discerned that his opponent didn't want to attack first, and this was the thought that ran through his mind,

'Guess he's scared'.

And with that, a smirk appeared on his face as he began darting toward the B-rank bender with speed. The B-rank bender stood there ready to do whatever...ready to dodge or defend himself.