Whispers of Truth

The cold bite of winter swayed at my cheeks as I strolled casually through the bustling streets. A soft layer of snow blanketed the ground, crunching under my boots with every step. People were out and walking as the tournament is a type of festival for everyone and working people got their holiday. Despite the chill, their faces flushed and their voices lively. The air buzzed with excitement, conversations about me was happening around me in small small talks. 

"Did you see the match yesterday? She was sooo incredible!" 

"Cutiepie defeated last year's champion—can you believe it?" 

"She's unstoppable. I've never seen anyone fight like that!"