The Unexpected Challenger

The woman's expression softened slightly, though her tone remained measured.

"Confidence is one thing, but overconfidence is another. Your opponent is no amateur."

She paused, her voice growing quieter but more pointed. "He's a Regional competitor. They chose him last year to represent the town."

Ivaim tilted his head, intrigued.

"Regional, huh? So, he's got a reputation to uphold. No pressure for me, then."

She let out a faint sigh, crossing her arms.

"You're taking this too lightly. His ability allows him to manipulate gravity—targeted and precise. I'm telling you this not because I pity you, but because I'd rather not see a new competitor crushed, literally or figuratively."

Ivaim's smile didn't waver, though his mind quickly registered the information.

'Gravity manipulation… That's going to be annoying.'

"I appreciate the warning," he said lightly, leaning the baton against his shoulder.