Rest

After Ellen left the arena, since there would be no more battles that day, marking the end of the first day of the tournament, we decided to head down to Lenon's "locker room." The energy around was still charged with the adrenaline from the fights, and the crowd was beginning to disperse, discussing the intense battles.

As we walked through the arena's corridors, the murmur of conversations and the echo of footsteps contributed to the tense atmosphere in the air, even with a wall separating us, it was possible to hear everything. Ellen's victory had been impressive, but we knew the fight had left its marks.

We reached Lenon's locker room, and as we pushed the door open, we were greeted by a calmer atmosphere, but still charged with expectations. Ellen was sitting on a bench, panting, wiping the sweat from her face with a towel. Her sword rested beside her, still bearing some traces of the battle engraved on its blade.

As soon as she saw us, she gave a tired but proud smile.